Hi hi!
So, after giving myself a little under a month, I think that I finally know where I'm going.
I'm going to go ahead and try to pull off two sequels at once.
Last time I did this was when I first started writing and didn't understand that writing two stories at once could be hard, but you know what, I feel like I've grown up from there. After all, I'm a big kid now, I can take on two stories at once!
Hopefully.
...Right?
Oh well, either way, I guess we're going to figure it all out, huh?
Well, with that said, enjoy the sequel to My Fair Lady!
Violet: Alright, let's see where we get in this!
Kuro:...Oh jeez...This is so trippy...
Me: you two can be weird in the ending notes, we've got a story to go through!
ONWARDS!
Violet flew from her bed, hands on her head while her eyes stared into the darkness of her room. It was hard to tell dreams from visions, but either way, whatever she just saw scared her more than she'd like to admit.
She pulled her hands through her dark brown hair, fingers playing and flicking at the curls at the end, while her dark blue eyes locked onto both nothing and everything.
She'd had the falling dream again, but this time, she stayed awake just long enough to hit the ground. Everything felt as if it were on fire, her arms and legs feeling broken in too many places. Everything hurt, but something told her that she had to move. If she stayed put for any longer, someone would find her, and she'd die.
She attempted to move, but nothing was working, and the pain didn't make it any easier. She wasn't sure if it was sweat or tears, but something was trailing down her face. And then, right before she could black out from the pain, she came through.
She hated it when those visions came through. Of course, she knew to a point that nothing would hurt her physically, but it all just felt so...real. It felt like a type of ghost pain, like she'd felt it before, but there's no proof of it.
Sighing, she fell back onto the bed, about to go back to sleep when a knock came to the door, "My lady, might I come in?"
Violet groaned, sometimes forgetting how damn good this guy's hearing was, "Yeah...Yeah, you're all good."
The door opened, allowing the dim candlelight into the room, illuminating the rather grand bedroom she thought she'd never see again.
As always, he wore his black tailcoat over his white dress shirt and black dress pants. His hair always seemed to be too perfect, but I guess something like that just came with the territory of being a demon, "Are you feeling well? I've brought a cup of tea to help."
"Oh, thanks." She murmured, holding her hands out when he offered her the cup, cooling it down before taking a sip, enjoying the light taste of jasmine, "And don't worry about it, Corvus; it was just a bad dream."
Corvus gave her an almost disapproving look, before backing off, "If you insist so, my lady. Is there anything else that I can do for you, my lady? Maybe another cup of tea?"
"Could you just leave the light on my nightstand?" Violet asked, smiling when he nodded, leaving the candelabra on her nightstand, "Thank you."
"Of course, my lady." He said, giving a small bow, before going back to the door, stopping before opening it to turn back to her, "Is there anything else I can get you?"
There were so many things that she honestly wanted to ask for. She wanted an explanation to her visions, she wanted to know why it felt how it did, she wanted revenge; but most of all, at the moment, she really wanted sleep, "Nope, you're good to go. Night, Corvus."
"A good night to you as well, Lady De Angelus." He said, offering another bow, before walking back out, closing the door behind him.
She attempted to get comfortable in her bed once again, finding it difficult, but knowing herself, she'd fall asleep regardless. All the while, she kept her eyes on the candelabra, watching the flames dance as she fell asleep.
She had no idea how she managed to do it when she swore that she could hear screams of pain in the far distance. Maybe it was because she knew that it was fake, since no one lived around here to cause such noise, but either way, one way or the other, she managed to finally fall asleep.
The next day, when she woke up, she found it surprisingly cold.
Throwing off the blanket, Violet slipped out of the bed, yawning and stretching as she did so. Sliding out of the bed, she tugged off her nightgown, walking over to her closet as she did so.
She inspected her options, only to sigh. The mansion had been rebuilt easily, but her possessions, like clothing and jewelry.
Not that she really cared for the second, since most that she'd acquired throughout the years were from the members of the cult trying to gain her affection. Of course, it didn't hurt that they were shiny, she had a weakness for shiny things.
She made a mental note to go into town, Rochdale she thought it was called, as she pulled out the casual set of shorts and a simple shirt, both a dull shade of grey.
It's been a week now, since the whole grand fire she'd started. Of course, there were other things to remember that night by, but out of all the options, the night of grand fire really did sound like the best option by far.
She threw the clothes on, still shivering from the cold. She made a mental note to go out shopping, deciding to leave the problem of money up for later, before leaving her room.
Her bare feet felt rather warm in the plush carpet of the hallways, her toes wiggling as she walked around.
Her hand traced the walls she walked past, eyes fell on the paintings that sat on the walls, so proud and tall as if they were painted to be there. She'd stop every now and then, just for a second to really get a good look of a painting. One was of her mother and father, Madison and Oliver De Angelus, both sitting and talking over a table in some garden. Another was of the three of them, Violet sitting on her mother's lap, while Oliver stood tall and proud behind them, a proud hand on her mother's shoulder.
If anyone had just come across these paintings, they'd surely assume that this as the pinnacle of the perfect nuclear family. She laughed at the thought, continuing on her way until she arrived at the mansion's living room.
At one point in time, this is where a lot of initiations began. Her parents would invite the newcomers up here, after being blindfolded of course, and have them sit in what Violet liked to call the chair of choices. They'd have him sit down and have Violet across from them. They made it so that it looked like she'd choose those who joined, but really, it was her parents to decide who was rich enough to contribute, while those who didn't have the money were stripped of all they had and either tossed out after some extensive brainwashing, or they were shot on the spot.
Yes, fun times indeed. Events like those certainly didn't make it hard for her to eat breakfast in the morning.
Just on time, Corvus walked in with a tray as she sat down on the couch, watching the window as the rising sunlight filled the room slowly but surely, "Here we are," Corvus murmured, putting the tray down before her, "Sleep well, my lady?"
"Decently." Violet said, sighing as she picked up her fork, poking at the eggs a bit out of habit. Even after a week, this all still felt so weird. Any other normal morning, she'd dread the moment that her parents sent the help in to get her out of bed. Mornings like those, she'd give up a lot to just flop onto the floor and continue her sleep from there. She couldn't imagine the floor to be that uncomfortable, as long as she had the blankets, she didn't see an issue.
Of course, it never really helped that, after failing so many times, the help usually came in with a cold bucket of water, but still, sleeping in every once in a while, couldn't hurt, right?
Violet swore, it was as if her parents regarded sleeping in as some sort of unethical practice.
"My lady," Corvus spoke softly, getting her attention, "Are you certain that you are well? You seem to be a bit more...absent minded than usual."
"Hmm? Oh, yeah, don't worry about it." Violet muttered, taking a sip from her teacup, before looking out the window, "So, I guess that we should start looking today, huh?"
"If you find that to be most convenient." Corvus murmured, before pulling out a piece of paper from his jacket, holding it out to her, "Here is the list that you required, my lady."
Violet took the list, looking it over, only to sigh. To think that there were only three people left alive from the cult. Of course, it made sense, most members had been stuck within the mansion when she lit it up a week ago.
She had attempted to ask how Corvus knew these names after giving her first order but decided against it. He was a demon, after all. It didn't feel right to question the supernatural.
Besides, she was giving him something quite valuable in return, she best to give the orders and enjoy it while it lasted, "So we've got Camdyn Axton, Edward Greyson, and Sherman Sutton. All of them have last been seen in Rochdale, right?"
"That would be correct, my lady." Corvus said, nodding as he said so, "I assume that you'd like to have the area scouted out before making plans?"
"You mean besides the actual murders themselves? Yeah, scouting the place would be nice." Violet muttered softly to herself, putting the fork down when she was done, before looking over the ruby ring on her finger.
"Of course, I'll have that done right away." Corvus insisted, bowing before walking out of the room.
"Wow, wait, what!?" Violet said, confused as the demon tried to walk out of the room, before shaking her head, "Wow now, dude, hold up!"
"I beg a pardon?" Corvus asked, looking just as confused.
"I've never really had a chance to go to Rochdale," Violet admitted, twisting her ring around her finger, "Honestly, I've never left the mansion before...You know."
"Oh...Well, if you wish, we can depart now." Corvus said, holding his hand out for her to take, "May I?"
"Of course." Violet said, taking his gloved hand to get up, before dusting off her boring shirt, "Oh, while we're in town, we're going to have to buy a thing or nine."
The entire walk, Violet was shivering like mad.
Corvus, on multiple occasions, offered to carry her down the mountain to the town. And, each time, she declined. Sure, she had a demon butler now or whatever, but she didn't want to become too dependent. Sure, she needed help for...certain things for her whole plan to work, but the last thing she needed was to wake up one morning and forget how to tie her own shoes or put on a shirt.
She wasn't some damn baby that could do nothing but shout orders and whine like a little baby bitch.
Finally, the forest line cleared, pulling away to reveal a small and quaint town. As small and rather pitiful as it looked, Violet still felt as if her breath was taken away. She'd never seen so many people walking around freely. All she'd ever see from her room were people who'd spend free time in the manor's backyard garden, the one part and place of her childhood that she really held close.
When the two finally entered the town, Violet couldn't help but feel welcomed. It was as if this was home, no need to stand with her back straight and head held high.
"It's a lot nicer than I thought it would be." Violet murmured, mostly to herself, before another cold gust of wind hit. She shivered, holding her shoulders close, before letting out a sneeze, "Oh jeez, oh God, I need to find a place where I can get a coat or something; food wouldn't hurt either."
"That much can be agreed on." Corvus said in agreement, looking around, before ushering her into a nearby building, "Here we are."
It took a moment for Violet to go from freezing cold to a sudden warmth, the feeling being a welcomed one. She looked around, only slightly confused as to where she was, until a woman came up to greet them both, "Hello there! Dear, you look cold, may I interest you in a few coats?"
Still decently confused, Violet looked over to Corvus, who nodded and ushered her forth, "She's also looking for a few other outfits, if a beautiful lady such as yourself would be so kind as to assist her."
"Why, of course!" The lady said, doing that flattered grin and blushy face that nearly made Violet crack. She found it hilarious, how some people could crumble over a few small words and a wink, but at the same time, if you can play someone like that, you could get a lot out of life for free.
Corvus nodded to the two, before giving Violet a small bow, "I will go out and do a bit of… sightseeing. I shall be back soon."
Violet nodded, watching Corvus leave, before the lady pushed her deeper into the shop, "So, little lady, might that man be your father?"
It took a whole lot of control to hold back the laughter, as she forced herself to nod, "Yep, that's my father. Do you see the resemblance?"
"There is no doubt that you two are related!" She chirped, much to Violet's amusement. Finally, they got to the back, where Violet's eyes went wide.
She had assumed that it would be easy and straightforward, looking for a coat. That was before she noticed that the word "coat" apparently had a whole lot of different styles and meanings.
With a small sigh, she turned to the shopkeeper, "So, where would you like to start, young lady?"
"You tell me." Violet muttered, looking over all the many options. She was going to be here for a while.
When Corvus finally got back, Violet was stuck under five bags of clothing. Her pitiful rags were replaced by a simple yet nice dark purple dress, with a black ribbon-like belt to hold it in place. Her feet were finally covered with knee-high boots, all tied together with a nice warm-looking brown coat with a hood.
All in all, she looked like a rich little noble girl.
And Corvus would lie if he said that she didn't look like an angel.
"I take it that you had a bit of fun?" Corvus murmured, walking over to pay for whatever she'd bought, a bag of groceries tucked under his other arm.
"After getting over the initial confusion, yeah." Violet said with a grin, looking like she was about to fall over.
Corvus took the bags from her after paying, while the shopkeeper grinned, pocketing the money, "I hope the two of you have a great rest of the day! It's so nice, seeing a loving father spoil his daughter!"
Violet's eyes latched right onto his expression the moment the woman said it, nearly breaking her facade when Corvus' eyebrow twitched. He had no time to look down at Violet to ask, only able to nod, rubbing the back of his head, "Well, any good father should treat his daughter like a gift; just as any husband should treat his wife like a treasure."
"Words spoken like a true gentleman!" the woman grinned, giving them both a wave as they both walked out.
The moment the door closed behind them. Violet threw her head back, laughing hard and loud. She was sure that the wooden door did little to nothing to really stop the lady inside from hearing, but at the moment, she really didn't care.
Corvus, on the other hand, let out a sigh, his shoulders seeming to huff with him, "Care to explain any of that, my lady?"
"She assumed that you were my dad," Violet grinned, laughing as she attempted to wipe away the tears, "Won't lie, you were kinda letting off those types of vibes, you know?"
"Well, if that is what it must take to make sure that you are kept safe, then a title such as that one will be something I will bear." Corvus sighed, somehow able to rub his forehead even with all the bags he was holding.
The two continued to walk about, taking in the whole town. Not that there was too much for her to remember, being a rather small place. So far, she knew that there was a boutique, a small market place, a tall building that, if the children running around meant anything, was probably and orphanage, and maybe two or three houses for families.
Corvus went around, probably to look for more things to buy and take home. Violet took a moment to be thankful that money wasn't an issue. Her uncle, Peter De Angelus, is filthy rich. Well, was, he'd been killed by his own brother, her father, to prove his own loyalty.
But, it didn't hurt that whatever money her uncle had was in an account filed in under their name, and from when she last saw, all her parents did was fill it with money from the other members.
So, it would be a long time till that all ran out.
Violet looked around the market, trying to play the part of the aloof child. Not that it was too hard to pull off really, she would be too scattered brain to really be anything else.
She talked around, doing her best to talk around. From some of the ladies holding down a stall to other customers, no one knew anything about the three men she was looking for.
With a sigh, she walked back over to where Corvus was wooing other women, waving as he walked away when Violet walked by, "So far, no one that I talked to knows anything. Did you find anything?"
"I found out a bit more on Axton," Corvus murmured, looking around as he did so, "Apparently, he shows up often at night."
"So…we're going to have to wait until then, huh?" Violet sighed, tugging at the bottom of her dress.
"It would seem so." Corvus sighed, looking around before ushering her into yet another building. At first, she had assumed that it was a home, but once inside, it appeared to be an inn. It wasn't too fancy, but it looked cozy enough.
While Corvus went up to the reception desk to purchase a key, Violet gasped, eyes going wide as everything around her faded, replaced with a long white hallway.
She looked around, everything was so pristine. It was a long hallway, with so many doors on each side.
She felt someone put their hand on her shoulder, "Hey, Arita?" The voice asked, sounding just a bit warped.
She turned to the person, taking in those deep golden eyes. They looked familiar, why did they look so familiar? They looked so calm and supporting, like this person clad in armor would dive off the side of a cliff if she did it.
She felt the hard on her shoulder push her forward, "Come on, tiny! Let's get a move on, we're gonna be late, and Revana's gonna be pissed straight to hell if we are!"
And so, the hand guided her down the hall, all the while, he went on, "You know, I'm honestly looking forward to graduating soon! I mean, we're almost there, we're gonna be real angels! We're going to change the world and everything, and you wanna know the best part!?"
"By all means, Ezequiel, tell me." Violet jumped. The voice sounded like her, but it also...didn't sound like her.
"We're all going to graduate from this together! You, me, Revana and Seidax! We're going to stay together, and I can't ask for anything but that!"
Finally, Violet stopped, looking back at this person. Ezequiel...Ezequiel...That name sounded familiar. Why did is sound familiar? Why did this all look so familiar!? She felt like the answer was right before her, but she couldn't reach it. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get to it, and she had no idea why.
The guy before her grinned, "Come on, you okay? You're all off again. I mean, jeez, I know it's easy to get lost in my eyes and all, but…"
"My lady, are you feeling ill?"
Violet gasped, blinking her way back to reality. She panicked for just another second, looking around, only to sigh. Corvus must have taken her from the reception room to their room, which explained why there was now a bed and a door to the side in the room, probably leading to the bathroom.
"I'm fine, sorry about that." Violet muttered, holding her head as she sat down on the bed. She twisted the ring around her finger, as if making sure that she was anchored, "Just another vision, that's all."
"Ah, I see." Corvus muttered, looking off to the side, deep in thought. Before Violet could ask, Corvus straightened up, holding the bags in one hand while the other hand fixed the collar of his shirt, "I will go back to the mansion to drop these bags off. I'd advise you to rest, tonight will surely be taxing."
Violet nodded wordlessly, allowing Corvus to help take off her coat and boots, making sure she was all comfy before leaving with a bow.
All the while, Violet just laid there, staring off into nothing. It never helped to try and solve her visions, no matter how hard she tried, there was nothing for her to start with. It was all usually just a huge jumble of names, faces and places.
So, she decided to just stay there, staring up at the ceiling in deep thought. Ezequiel, Arita, Revana, Seidax. Those two names would be added to her list. She couldn't remember if she'd heard those names before, nor could she remember if they had any meaning. She made a mental note to ask Corvus to get her a notebook, before drifting off into a visionless sleep.
First few chapters may be a bit slow, but there is story here, I promise.
Violet: Okay, so now that that's out of the way-
Kuro: -We need help explaining this.
Me: You're both the same person, just in a different life, I guess. So, in a way, you're both the same soul, just different bodies, I guess? I mean, honestly, I don't know how this could work out.
Violet:...
Kuro:...
Me:...Think of the two of you as twins.
Violet: Well, okay, that makes much more sense!
Kuro: Huh, never had a twin before...
Me: Alright, you two go off and bother someone else, this whole author's note is giving me such a headache.
Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed, feel free to drop a review (I swear, those things just brighten up my day, no joke), and I'll cya next chappie!
Till then, bai bai!