Greed.
Power.
Merciless.
Atrocious.
Shallow.
Vile.
Wicked.
And corrupt. All the words above describe one man. The Grand Duke of Hell Gilbert Beilschmidt. Or simply Gilbert for short, but whatever you call him, he is the same man, well; demon. He is the right had man for the devil himself and is second in command of all demons in Hell and Earth. Though not all follow his every command, but those who face him soon realize why he is the devil's favorite demon. There are many different kind of demons and supernatural creatures the roam heaven, hell and everything in between. From the different kinds of demons to the fairies, angles, witches and trolls, even spirits. Though, it is possible for demons to follow the commands of god himself instead, and is not uncommon for the damn to want to rest in peace for there commented sins. In hell just like in heaven, there is a ranking system of sorts. The powerful you are the higher the rank, and with higher rank, the more or bigger harem a demon has.
Now, many humans know the term harem as just woman servants for a house hold, but a demon's harem is composed of slaves, prisoners, beings who are in debt and other, male or female. The being the sly and cunning bastard that he is, Gilbert Beilschmidt has one of the smallest harem of the higher ranking demons. Though, he loves the feeling of being in power and being the center of attention, he likes his alone time as well. With a smaller harem, he keep strict watch over them and is able to keep track of them better. Like now, Gilbert sat at the head of the oversized table, twirling a knife in his hand with his boots propped up on the side as he leaned back in his seat, he watched his servants run around preparing the table for the important 'Political dinner' that was about to take place. Many high ranking demons threw parties and dinners to boast or to show off their power or check out new candidates, and if any demon knew how to through a party the best, it was Gilbert.
Though tonight wasn't going to be as wild, but there will be the same tension from his underlings and his guest. Many of his servants were more so fitted for the roll of 'workers'. In the underworld there are two kinds of slaves: those who work such as cook, clean, and fix things are known as 'workers', and the others, 'pets' are used for there master's personal bidding. Still sitting and relaxing in his red high back chair Gilbert watched as his guest finally arrived. His servants just finishing up in time and stood against the wall, and waited if any of the guest needed anything. "Took you all long enough!" Gilbert yelled at his guest, who responded and quiet mumbles as they sat down. As everyone took their seat, a familiar Spanish and French man walked through the oak doors together. Gilbert's pale lips tugged at the corner upwards into a smile, revealing two elongated teeth.
Picking his legs off of the table his boot cladded feet hit the marble floor with and echoing thud. Walking up to his friends with open arms the three greeted each other. The nicely tanned Spanish demon Antonio, also known for being an element demon, that of heat and fire. The blonde haired French demon, Francis also known for his art of seduction and turning men and women to sin. Gilbert himself was a demon of shadows. Though it is pretty common to be of a demon of the shadows, Gilbert was pure blooded, unlike the others who were all half-breeds. After the there's greeting the two guest took their seat next to Gilbert at the head of the table. "Let the evening begin!" Gilbert shouted as he sat down and his servant started to server the guest. Leaning on his elbows, the albino demon looked for Francis to Antonio. "So, who got any good news?" He asked the two of them. "Oh! Sì! Sì! I have wonderful news! My little tomato Lovino and I had the most wonderful date the other day!" Antonio cheered and leaned on his elbows as well, resting his head on his hands and staring off into space, eyes clouded.
Francis laughed. "Yes I can see how that would be wonderful my friend, but were you able to get the little rascal into bed this time?" He asked him, raising a blonde eyebrow at the daydreaming Spaniard. "No. He said he wasn't ready, but I said I could wait." He said happily looking at him. "Yeah, you've only been waiting three years. I couldn't go a week without having a good fuck." Gilbert said and leaned back in his seat, lacing his fingers behind his head. Francis looked over at his friend and have him a questionable look. "But yet none of your servants are in anyways close to being able to do the job of that of a pet." Francis said. Gilbert opened a deep burgundy colored eye and looked at Francis. "I never said I screw my servants. I mean I have a few other politics to keep me company at night." He told his friends. "And you call me a sex hound." Francis teased as he started to eat his own meal.
The dinner continued with small chit chat between the two friends, both Gilbert and Francis a few times having to yell at Antonio to shut up about Lovino. Soon after the dinner ended and many of the guest left after that, not wanting to stay in the awesome presence of Gilbert. Soon only a few guest mingled around the room, drinks in hand as they talked in there little circles. Some of the servants started to clean the table while others walked around refilling drinks. Gilbert, Antonio, and Francis were chatting themselves in there own small circle until he felt the presence of another demon behind him. Gilbert didn't even have to turn around to see to know who it was. "This is a lovely dinner, Da?" The Russian accent sliced through the air.
Gilbert casually looked over his shoulder and up at the giant Russian, know as Ivan. "Of course it is an awesome party, I'm hosting it." He told him before turning around to face him fully. Ivan was a rank lower than Gilbert in the system and everyone knew the two were out for each other's blood. "Da, it was a bit boring but I'm sure the one you are hosting in a few weeks will be a lot better." He said, a full bottle of vodka was then retrieved from his coat and took a swig. Gilbert simply rolled his eyes at the comment. "Like I said, I'm awesome so why wouldn't it be awesome? This is just like a warm up party and shit." He told him. "Is that so, then I can't wait!" Ivan giggled childishly at them, before making his leave. "Good riddance." Gilbert mumbled before taking a sip from his grade A German made beer. "I don't know my friend, he seems even more hostile by the day." Francis said, swirling his wine around in his glass nervously. "Stop being a worry wort Franny, Ivan wouldn't be able to lay a single finger on the awesome me." Gilbert told him.
Antonio nodded his head as he took a swig from his margarita. Soon, all the guest left, besides the two friends and made their way into the grand parlor of the huge mansion Gilbert resides in, in the country of Germany. They all lounged around on the couches and flipped on the tv for background noise. "Did you hear that Arthur is inviting a few people to his place this week?" Francis asked the two as he sipped on his wine. "No, what's he doing?" Antonio asked him. Francis eyes flashed with mischief, which caused the other two to lean in a bit as the blonde smiled devilishly. "Well, it seems that Arthur is holding an auction near his is a boat on its way from America to England with new slaves." He told him and then placed his wine down, his face going serious. Gilbert and Antonio looked at each then back at Francis, giving their full attention. "Arthur told that there is a slave in particular that the higher ranking demons might want. He nearly killed one of the workers there. The thing is untamed as anything you've seen before, or at least that is was what Arthur told me." Francis said, sitting back in his seat.
"He also said that is something interesting about him, he didn't tell me what exactly, but he said when you see him you'll understand." He told him. "So Arthur has already seen the slave?" Antonio asked. Francis nodded. Gilbert sat back in his seat as well and mulled over the information. Taming the beast would give him something to do, and the look of the thing being broken did bring a smile on his face. What did he have to lose? He could alway just kill the thing if it posed more of nuisance. "Yes, Arthur took a plane to America, though the creature was originally caught in northern Canada." Francis said. "Alright, you got me, I'm in." Gilbert said, finishing off his beer. "Sorry my friends but it looks like I'll have to stay behind on this one." Antonio suddenly spoke up. "Lovino wants to go see his brother in Italy and if he wants to go, I have to go with him." He explained. Francis and Gilbert snickered. "Some times I think your Lovi's bitch Antonio." Gilbert teased him.
"Ahh, that is love.~" Francis cooed at him and smiled dreamily. "So Francis, when is the auction?" Gilbert asked him. "Next week." He said. Nodding his head the three continued to talk until it was passed midnight. Francis and Antonio said their goodbyes and left, leaving Gilbert and servants alone. He headed up to his room on the third floor of the mansion where his room was, passing the many large paintings and artifacts lining each hallway as he walked. When he got to his room, in the east wing of the mansion. He pulled open the black and silver lining door. Gilbert's bedroom was made from the richest materials and furniture that money could buy.
A floor to ceiling books shelf took up the whole wall, the door looked liked it had had the shelves of the books cut to fit it. On the wall directing opposite of the door was a wall to wall, floor to ceiling window. It opened up and lead to a balcony that over looked the small lake in the back of the house. To the right was his giant California king sized bed. The sheets of the bed were a rich silk and a deep red, much like his eyes. The bed had curtains hanging over it, to block out the early rays of the sun when he slept. Above his bed was a huge Prussian flag. A bedside table stood next to the bed with a small lamp. On the wall opposite of his bed was the door to his personal bathroom and walk in closet. There was also a floor length mirror dresser and little love seat and table, for when he had company. Gilbert yawned, stretching his arms above his head. He made his way into his bathroom and closed the door behind him.
The place was crystal clear and clean. The white tiles shined brightly as he flicked the warm glow of the candles around the place on. The bath was built into the ground and the size of a small pool. Next to it was the shower, a glass wall separating the two. Gilbert turned on the bath, and waited for it fill up. As he waited, he romped his black dress shirt and tossed it down the chute to be washed. Gilbert moved his neck to the side as he worked a knot at the base of his neck. His chest was tones, the outlines of a six pack showing and broad shoulders. His pale skin was peppered with dull pink scars of all sizes. He started to work on his dress pants undoing the belt and pulling the zipper down, as well as unbuttoning them. Walking back to the bath, he checked the water it was lukewarm and then stood back up, tugging his pants down. After he was relieved of his last article of clothing he slipped into the bath, sighing contently.
Dunking his head under water he came back up for air, flipping his hair back, and ran a hand through the damp silver locks of hair. He started to ponder about the violent slave that Francis had been talking about. Gilbert was defiantly interested in it. He did say that it had nearly killed a man, and it made him smile a bit. Breaking in the slave would no doubt be fun, and Gilbert was an expert at torturing. Seeing his prey's eyes finally give in and admit defeat was his favorite kind of high. Then he started to think of what kind of demon the slave could be. 'He could possible be a dragon demon, or at least have some dragon blood mixed in.' He thought. 'Or maybe part giant, or wizard.' Gilbert thought about if for a while before pulling the plug and raining the water. Shaking out his hair, he wrapped a black fuzzy towel around his waist and brushed his teeth. After he was done washing up, he went I to his bedroom and fished out a pair of black boxers, tugging them on bed getting under the covers. It took Gilbert a while to fall asleep, but eventually sleep came and granted his wish, falling into a dreamless slumber.
A few days had passed and it was the day that Gilbert had to get on his flight to go to England for the auction. He had his servants pack his things and make sure the whole house was to be cleaned while he was away. As he noted that everything was ready, and the limo was pulled out front he opened the door and walked smack dap into a solid wall. Gilbert blinked and looked up to see blonde slicked back hair and sky blue eyes looking down at him. Smiling Gilbert backed up and looked at his younger brother up and down. "Hey Luddy I didn't know you were coming, sorry I'm just about to catch a flight to England and-" Ludwig raised a hand, stopping Gilbert. "I heard from Antonio what you were doing. This will only take a few minutes." Ludwig said. Sighing Gilbert yelled out to his driver to keep the car running before closing the door and leading Ludwig into the parlor, sitting down. "Alright so what is it?" He asked. "It seems that Ivan has gotten hold of the creature who lives in Pandora's box." Ludwig told him.
Gilbert's jaw nearly dropped to the floor. "He wait!?" He yelled loudly, Ludwig continued before Gilbert could say more. "Knowing you, I knew you would be upset about this, so I decided to make a deal with him." "In exchange for the creature, I have him some of my best servants and a little of my land. Now before you blow a gasket." He said, looking at his older brother, sitting their fuming. "The creature gave me this key," Ludwig said as he dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a silver key. "If you use on any door with a lock it'll take you inside Pandora's box, where the creature dwells." He explained. "Have you used it?" Gilbert asked him. Ludwig shook his head. "Then how do you know it works!? Ivan could've just been lying to you to get something out of you." He yelled at his brother. "Please trust me on this brother." Ludwig said getting up. "I'll give you the key when you return from your trip." He told him. Grumbling to himself, Gilbert the mansion and got into the back of the limo.
How could his little brother be so stupid? Trading his servants and land for a key that probably doesn't even work? And why would ivan give him the key in the first place? Didn't he know that they were related? Questions keep spinning around and around Gilbert's mind making him tried as they reached the airport. His servant pulled up to the front and got out just as Gilbert did to get his things from the trunk. He was suppose to meet Francis around here and started looking for his friend. Within moments he saw the Frenchman and a single servant of his own carrying his bags. "Hello Gilbert!" Francis called happily as he walked over to him. "Morning." Gilbert yawned, rolling his neck and once again, working out the knot at the base. "Such a lovely morning non?" He asked. "I'd be lovely if we could've taken a flight in the afternoon and not at the crack of dawn." Gilbert grumbled as the two made there way inside the airport.
Though, instead of having to do through all of the regular check ups and pat downs, being the devil's right hand man had its perks, and got to skip all of the waiting and lines. The two sat by the gate, relaxing in their seats. "So, you find anything else about this slave?" Gilbert asked. Francis removed the girlish sunglasses he was wearing and placed them atop his head. He wore that same devilish smile he had a few nights ago and leaned into Gilbert, making sure no one else would hear. "He's not pure blood, Arthur said. Or at least that is what the demon is saying, but no one knows if he's lying or not they can't keep him still long enough to draw any blood. The demon said he was dog-fox demon mix." He told him. "What? So you're telling me we're going all the way to England to see some half breed mutt?" Well, Gilbert's expectations certainly lowered.
Francis shook his head. "Arthur is convinced he's lying but can't get close enough to the beast to preform any magic on him." Gilbert blinked at Francis. Arthur was the strongest warlock in the underworld, yet he couldn't lay a hand on some half breed? Something was defiantly up. Soon enough there plane arrived and they boarded their flight. Settling in, in first class the two immediately order alcohol for the flight. Within the hour they were off the ground and on their way to England. Gilbert closed his eyes as he leaned against his window, feeling the cold glass cool his warm skin. Slowly opening his eyes, he looked down at the view of the water and clouds passing by. Eventually Gilbert passed out on the flight, between a mixture of exhaustion and alcohol, the albino stood no chance. Francis watched as his friend slept and smiled softly. Who knew the Grand Duke of Hell could seem so defenseless when sleeping. Though, Francis knew better than to disturb him, he and Antonio had the marks to prove just how angry and violent he was when someone else awoke him from his slumber.
Still having a few hours before their flight landing, Francis grabbed his carry on bag from under the seat and unzipped it. He pulled out his laptop and turned it on to a video chat. After a moment, begrudgingly a short bed headed blonde answered his call. "Bloody hell Francis what do you want?" Came Arthur's response. He chuckled at his on and off boyfriend. "Good morning to you Arthur." He said. Arthur merely rolled his eyes. "Will I be able to see after the auction, my love?" He asked him, winking. He saw Arthur's eyes narrow at him through the screen. "I don't know, are much less of an ass today?" He asked him. The two went back and forth like this for a good hour or so, ending on Francis's note of, 'Don't worry my love, tonight you will surely be entertained to the fullest.' Before Arthur quickly disconnected them. Looking back over at his still sleeping friend, he sighed and decided to take a nap himself. By late afternoon the plane landed in England and both demons exited the plane and went to go grab their own luggage. The two waited inside the airport's lobby for Arthur to come pick them up. They waited about an hour, roughly around five o'clock, when they saw Arthur shuffle into the lobby. His face was red, hands shoved into his long black fleece coat.
"About time!" Gilbert yawned as he got up. Arthur mumbled something under his breath before telling them to follow him. One of Arthur's own servants came and carried Francis's and Gilbert's luggage. They walked outside and sure enough, a freezing cold wind blew by them, making them shiver. They quickly got into the warm, heated white limo that was waiting for them. Closing the door the three gave an audible sigh of relief. The back was spacious so there was enough from for the three to lay about. "Arthur, my dear, you look exhausted." Francis said looking at him. Arthur grumbled under his breath. "I've been fighting with that damn demon almost all night, but I was finally able to get him into a suitable cage late at night." He told him, reaching into his pocket, fishing out a cigarette. With a snap of his fingers the tip lit up and took a drag from it. "Exhausting work I tell you, hate to be the bugger though. From what I've over heard from the slaves talking, life hasn't been so good to him for last few months." Arthur commented.
"Didn't know you still had a heart?" Gilbert chuckled at the warlock. He received a cold glare and a scoff from him. "He may not look like much but the bastard does pack a bunch, I almost feel sorry for the bloke who ends up with him." Arthur said, resting his head in his hand. Francis chuckled softly to himself and Gilbert rolled his eyes, looking out of the window. The limo arrived at the hotel and Gilbert got out and waited for Francis as well. He leaned on the car and poked his head through the open door. "Come on Franny, I'll age a century by the time you get out." Gilbert said. Francis chuckled to himself and waved his hands. "Sorry Gilbert, looks like you get the penthouse to yourself today. It seems that Arthur wants me to stay over his place for the evening." Francis said, winking. Gilbert laughed and shook his head, which set Arthur off, and closed the door. After they left, no doubt to have some fun, Gilbert grabbed his bags and walked into the lobby of the hotel.
Looking around a bit, he called over a bell hop to bring his things up to his room. Walking over to the fancy marble front desk, he leaned on it and eyed the young man behind the counter. "May I help you sir?" He asked looking up at Gilbert. The young employee was a bit startled by the older man's look, but kept his composure. "Beilschmidt." He said and the man typed the name into the computer on the desk, he spun around in his chair and grabbed one of the few penthouse key. "Here you go Mr. Beilschmidt." The young man said and handed him the key. Gilbert grasp the boy's wrist lightly and kissed his hand. He did have a soft spot for cute things and the man wasn't the cutest being he had ever seen, but he wanted to release some stress. "Come by my room in a few." He purred before taking the key and leaving for his room. Gilbert could hear the stutter of words falling from the young man mouth and chuckled deeply to himself. He walked over to the elevator and went up to the penthouse. As he made his way in to the off white room he made a B-line towards the bed and load down the puffy white sheets. His things were neatly packed away, thanks to one of Arthur's servants he lent him for his time here. Sighing he looked at the clock, the auction didn't start until ten tonight and had a few hours to kill.
To feed his boredom he called up room service to get some food. Gilbert didn't have to wait long until he heard a knock on his door. A creepy grin spread across his pale lips as he got up and answered it. Opening the door, he saw the front desk boy standing there, shuffling his feet and looking down at the floor. "Your room service Mr. Beilschmidt." The young human man said, holding up the silver tray to him. Gilbert chuckled, licking his lips before, yanking him into the room and closed the door, locking it. Just because Francis was the ultimate master of seduction didn't meant Gilbert didn't have any tricks up his sleeve. After a while of completely dominating the poor human, Gilbert kicked him out, watching as he limped out the door, embarrassed. He snuggled deep into the messed up bed and closed his eyes, sighing contently. Soon he heard the door click open and opened his eyes to see Francis standing there. "Well, it looks like you had some fun while I was gone." He chuckled. Gilbert gave him the most innocent smile he could muster, but that dammed sadistic glint in his eyes failed to hide. "Alright, come on." Francis said taking a seat on the desk chair, "the auction is starting in two hours and we have to get there soon."
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