HURRAAAAH!
Three weeks, 7 exams, and 4 retakes later, the new DFF chapter is up!
I am pleased to inform you that I have passed all my subjects, and have survived another treacherous semester of a depressed veterinary medical student. So Hallelujah! And now that semestral break is on, it's time to write again.
This latest chapter is now leading as the longest-chapter-I've-ever-written-so-far. (7,000+ words, bitches!) Also, from this point on the story's gonna be rated M, as promised earlier. After watching several light porno videos my weird classmate tapped into my laptop, this sad attempt of a lemon is indeed quite sad and not so lemony (I mean, the sex doesn't even have an actual ending…oh...opps! That's a spoiler), and I'll keep it that way. The last thing I wanted to write for this story is a chapter of full blown 'citrusness', of which I'm not that good, although this is not my first time at writing an M. I have another lemon fanfiction of another anime, and honestly that was but a pathetic excuse of a story since it had no actual plot and turned out as some sort of porno. I will never try that again least I'd end up gagging myself.
This is all I've come up with in the minimum amount of time of 72 hours. I had to flush some excess study crap from my brain before being able to find that loaded file cabinet I call my imagination. As a head start: The Trancy household is finally in the picture, showing a short scene from Kuroshitsuji 2 OVA: Spider's Intentions; The last names of Lucilla and Gabriel are finally revealed, and due to a lack of ideas for a romance I decided to cut through scenes and show to you the happenings going on with the two other fallen demons; and lastly, Viessa and Sebby are 'gonna do it,' if you know what I mean.
Before I stop rambling, an ultra big thanks to the people who reviewed the last chapter (sorry I couldn't put up your names though. I lost the list.). And thanks to all this story's avid readers who waited patiently for my update. Your endurance will not be in vain as I now present to you Chapter Ten. Enjoy!
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Lucilla Landis did not like being near the docks. The smell of dead fish and rusty boats always seem to make her gag.
As she walked on the wooded harbor, her black boots echoed. She raises a gloved hand over her nose to mask the stench of fish as she passed by barrels of a new catch.
Her deep green eyes followed the trail of bloody foot prints. The trail leaded into an alleyway in between two buildings that somehow managed to survive the recent fire.
The alley was dim, and only the moon served as her guiding light. Lucilla turned a corner, where the alley would reach a dead end, and then halted. Her eyebrows narrowed at the sight before her…
…The floor, the walls, and everything else standing in that particular part of the alley was covered with fresh blood. On the very center of the mess laid a dead man, probably around his early thirties, with light brown hair and similar colored beard. He smelled of smoky engines and rusted anchors, and Lucilla assumes that the man worked in ships. His face was contorted in fear and agony. His throat was slit open, including his chest. He was also missing a left index finger.
Still pierced on his neck was a gold colored cutlery knife, and its surface glinted under the moonlight. Lucilla leaned down, tucking a short auburn strand behind her ear. She picks up the knife and examined it.
Sighing, she flicks the sharp table knife away to a corner. She stood up straight and places her hands on her hips as she looked down at the body.
"How unfortunate," she said in her slight Irish tone, apparently to the dead man, "If you only knew what that ring would have granted you in the first place, you wouldn't be in this situation. But you humans are a greedy race, oblivious to the consequences of their stupidity and sin."
Sighing once again, she turns back to the direction where she came. When she walked out far enough and into the open, she reaches a hand into the space between her breasts to obtain a piece of paper. Then she dug her other hand into her sleeve pocket to reach for a pen.
She scribbled something down on the small parchment. When she finished, she suddenly whistles a short but sweet tone.
There was a quick flapping of wings, and then Lucilla felt small claws lightly dig in her shoulder through the fabric of her dress. She turned her head and was face to face with a small black bird – a nightingale. It chirped the same sweet tone she had whistled.
She rolled the small paper and tied it with a string, which she later used to attach it on the bird's leg. She pets the animal on the head lightly with a finger.
"To Viessa." she said, and the bird chirped to her the same song before flapping its wings and ascending into the cool night sky.
Lucilla followed the direction where the nightingale headed until the bird disappeared over sleepy London's foggy air. She then head out away from the port and into the streets in her amazing demonic speed. She has to hurry. She needs to be back at her post at the Trancy estates.
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The antique redwood dresser creaked as it opened.
Pulling out a pristine white shirt that hung from inside, Sebastian ran his newly regenerated fingers at the soft fabric of the sleeves before neatly folding it over his arm. Looking back through the dimness of the dresser, he reaches over and obtains a pair of neatly folded black pants.
He slips off the white bathrobe which he wore as he ascended up the empty servants' quarters in search of the usual butler's uniform. There was always an extra pair in every house owned by the Phantomhives, his master once said. He was a bit disappointed though that there wasn't a black coat inside. He would have to fix his torn one by himself.
He slipped on the pants, buckling it with a belt. When it came to putting on the shirt though, he had much difficulty. His left arm would still not coordinate with him properly, as his nerves have yet to heal. So he folds the shirt neatly again over his arm and then closes the dresser. Walking towards the bed, he picks up a folded black vest, a tie, and a pair of gloves he had obtained earlier and also hung it over his arm, before leaving the dim and empty room.
His bare feet seemed to make loud footsteps as he descended down the wooden staircase. Now at the second floor of the silent manor, he crosses a hall and randomly enters a room, immediately approaching each of the dressers inside. Some of them where empty, while in other rooms the dressers had male suits and robes. One particular room even had children's clothes, probably worn by Ciel years before.
Entering the last unlocked room within the floor, Sebastian slowly approaches the fireplace. Three picture frames hung above it: the picture to the right was that of the late earl, Vincent Phantomhive, and the one at the left was that of his wife, Rachel. The middle picture showed the two of them, Rachel seated on an arm chair while Vincent stood on her right. An infant was cradled in her arms as the couple smiled happily.
Sebastian observed the room he was in, which was by far bigger than all the other bedrooms in the manor. A king-sized bed at the room's center, a velvet couch at one side, a filled bookshelf at another corner, and two mahogany dressers near the door to a large bathroom; Sebastian deduced that he was in the master bedroom.
He approaches the first of the two dressers. He opens it, but then shuts it again after finding that the few clothes inside belonged to a man. Upon opening the second, he relaxed his shoulders, finally finding what he was searching for.
There were three dresses inside, and Sebastian ran his right hand over the silk and laces. He picks a light violet dress – the simplest design of the three, which had a red-violet silk lace on the long sleeves and on the collar area and a large bow of similar color was on the back. Sebastian tucks the dress over his arm before picking up a corset, underwear, stockings and white gloves. He then leaves the room silently.
With hurried steps, he reaches the bedroom where he had left his young master. The door squeaked as he stepped in.
Viessa turns her head to look at him over her shoulder. She had been sitting on a wooden chair next to the bed, running her hands along her light-gold tresses, which had dried enough for her locks to coil back to its large curls. The towel she wrapped around her torso was loose and slipping and Sebastian could see her perfectly smooth porcelain back as she pulls her hair over one shoulder.
Sebastian walked towards her side and then dropped the clothes on her lap. He sat on the unoccupied space of the bed. He gave a quick glance at his master, making sure no harm was done to him while he was gone, then turned back his attention to his female companion, who had stood up from her seat.
His ruby eyes scanned her body as she let her towel slide down the floor. Like any other demon in human flesh, her body was perfection – an hourglass figure, breasts not too big but not too small, long legs, slender shoulders, with no other blemish on her alabaster skin except the one on her left hand. It was a body every woman would want, and any man would desire.
Viessa caught him mindlessly running his eyes over her naked form and she smirked with a light chuckle.
"Pervert."
At that sound of her voice, Sebastian blinked. He looked up at her sheepish smile with a raised eyebrow. "I don't care." He said softly but firmly.
Viessa giggled at his response before she proceeded in slipping on the underwear, then wrapping the corset over her torso. She reaches behind her to pull tightly on the laces, but did not knot them.
She sat back on the chair and faces Sebastian, who had turned his attention to his left hand. He was coiling and uncoiling his fingers, again testing if the nerves in his new limb had healed enough. On the back of his hand, his pentagram was still faded.
Viessa crossed her right leg over the other. Picking up the stockings Sebastian had brought, she slips it on, and then did the same thing on the other leg.
With her legs still crossed, she did not move. She stared at Sebastian with a neutral gaze. The male demon, finally noticing her steady look, returned a nonchalant expression. She suddenly smiles.
"How are you feeling?" Viessa questioned after noticing the slight hazy glaze in his red eyes.
Sebastian gazed at her purple eyes, his mind registering what she said, before slumping slightly and running his fingers over his jet black hair. "I'm tired," was his response. He then turns his head to his shoulder to look at the void body of his master. His eyes narrowed as he continues with a firm tone, saying the words slowly with a pinch of venom. "I'm hungry."
Viessa's smile faded and she sighs. Deciding to change the flow of the conversation, she stood from her seat and picked up the dress he had brought along. She held it by its shoulders so that the whole of the dress can be seen. She examined the design and touched the fabric. "How pretty," He heard her say as she pressed the dress over her body to see how it would look like if she would wear it, "Where did you get this?"
Sebastian softens his eyes, "I believe it belonged to the young master's late mother. I found it within the manor. I suppose it will fit you."
"Oh it would be rude to wear her clothes," she said as she played with the red-violet laces.
The male demon turned his eyes back at his master, "It wouldn't matter anyway. She's dead."
Viessa gave him a small smile. She folds the dress over the chair and picked up the white butler's shirt from the pile of clothes. She then sat on the edge of the bed, next to Sebastian, who simply raised a black brow as she handed him the shirt.
Taking the white fabric, he slips his right arm at the right sleeve easily, but when it came to his left arm he became slow. His new limb was still shaky. Noticing his difficulty, Viessa reached out and assisted him, much to his surprise.
Once his arm was in the sleeve, Viessa lightly pulled on his collar and neatly press on the wrinkles. She was about to button up the shirt when his hand reached up and stops her.
"I'll manage." He said, pulling her hands down, but she shots her hands up again and began to insert the first button into its hole.
"I insist," he heard her say, and he lets out a sigh of his own.
"Stubborn, are we?" he whispered. Viessa chuckled.
She began to button up the second as she spoke. "When master was still alive, I used to button up his shirt the way you do with your master. I always teased him for being too old to have someone else dress him up, even though he was perfectly capable on his own." She gave a light giggle at the old memory.
Sebastian smirks, "He wasn't so different from my young master then, except for the last part. The young master's a wreck when it comes to dressing up," he gave another quick glace to his master, then quickly back at Viessa. It was then that he noticed that she had paused in buttoning his shirt, her fingers still holding on to the linings and the fourth button. She was looking at a particular spot on her thigh or maybe the floor. Her expression was that of complete contemplation.
He tilted his head to the side a little, wondering what she was wondering about herself. "Viessa?" he called in a whisper. Viessa blinked twice before raising her head. She stared at Sebastian, who had raised a black brow at her. He whispered her name again.
"You seemed distant." He said.
Viessa blinked again, before giving him a faint smile. "I'm sorry. I seem to have gotten lost in my thoughts."
She began inserting the fourth button to its opposite hole, and her fingers slid downwards to begin buttoning the fifth button as Sebastian spoke.
"What were you thinking about?"
She lightly shrugs, "The past."
Sebastian tilts his head again, "What particular part of the past?"
Viessa paused once again and looked up at his face. He blinked curiously at her. He then raises his good hand over hers, letting their fingers brush. Sebastian can feel the warmth from her skin in contrast with his cold hands.
She chuckles lightly and flicks his fingers away as she began to continue in buttoning his shirt. She smiled sadly, avoiding his intense gaze.
"That particular part of the past when he was still alive, and I was buttoning his uniform while teasing him. He would snicker at me and order me to be quiet, and I would just laugh…" her voice began to slow and crack a bit, Sebastian had noticed.
"…and then he would take my hand… and kiss it… and then thank me for even bothering to button up his shirt." The sad smile that was plastered on her lips slowly faded. Sebastian's eyes softened as her fingers went slack while still hanging on to the fabric of his shirt.
Raising his hand again over hers, he slid her hands down, not allowing her to finish buttoning his shirt, which was half-way done.
"You dwell in the past too much," she heard him say, and she shot her head up to look at him.
Sebastian stared at the pair of amethysts orbs. "'What was once lost will never return', as my young master use to say," he continued, "Humans dwell in the past as a sort of relief. That the memories of those they have lost will serve as a form of euphoria, an escape to the harsh reality that those individuals are no longer among us."
Viessa closed her eyes slowly. "Are you saying that I am more like a human now?"
Sebastian shrugged. "There are demons that are like humans, and there are humans who are like demons," he rolls his eyes to the right, catching sight of a tuft of blue-black hair, and his eyes narrowed, "Demons are like humans when they harbor memories of joy and love, Humans become demons when they hold on to hate and vengeance. It all depends in whether we choose to forget about the things that no longer really matters, and just look at the day ahead of us."
Silence hung between them for awhile. Sebastian sat still, staring at Viessa who still had her eyes closed. His hand still held hers, and he would occasionally brush his thumb over her scar, feeling the horrid bumps of the fleshy blemish.
"I wanted to forget."
Viessa's eyes flashed open, surprising Sebastian as her orbs where glossy with held-back tears.
"I wanted to forget. But It's not as easy as it seems." she continues, "You look just like him…"
Sebastian was taken aback by her words. His brows narrowed in confusion.
"I am supposed to be prohibited from becoming too close to my assignment. I'm supposed to just watch over you from afar…but then…I couldn't help myself…" her hands began to shudder, and Sebastian unconsciously held on to them.
"I thought he was alive when I saw you…my Master…my Sebastian…"
He recalled that her last master was also named Sebastian, and it annoyed him. The last thing he wanted was to be compared to a mere human who captured the heart of a pathetic excuse of a demon. He narrowed his eyes and stared at her trembling hands. "I am not your Sebastian." He said, almost coldly. Viessa released an awkward chuckle as her tears began to fall.
She was crying now. It sickened him; sickened him to the very core.
Her shaky hands released from Sebastian's, and she gripped on the linings of his shirt and once again began buttoning it. "Yes…you're not my Sebastian. My Sebastian will never return no matter how much I plead or cry… no matter how much I shame myself as a demon."
She gripped on his shirt and leaned her head down, so that her forehead almost touched his collar. Sebastian looked down at the cowlick of her pale-blond hair as the coiled strands fall to touch the nape of his neck, slightly tickling him. He felt a drop or two of her tears fall on his arm.
"But…I want to feel it again…" she said, her voice cracking, "I want to feel that comfort…his love…that feeling that practically dissolves the loneliness of the many boring years of a demon's life."
How this sickens Sebastian. How this glimpse of human drama from a supposedly tainted being make him what to vomit. It is all too stupid, all too pathetic. She is an abomination to all things demonic. Such a being should not exist. He should kill her while she is still helpless…so very vulnerable. She is an atrocity to all demonkind.
But what's more atrocious is the very fact that he suddenly feels sorry for her, and he inwardly cursed himself for giving in to her vulnerability.
"I cannot grant you comfort, or that love you so desperately want," he said, placing his hands on her shoulders. He pulled her away softly, and Viessa raised her tear-struck face to look at him. He gazed at her with soft red eyes.
"You said it yourself, you can never kiss a man – or demon – that can never love you the same way your master did. And I understand. I cannot provide you that same love. And I know you've known that from the very beginning, even before you decided to come close to me."
Viessa bit her lower lip, a bit ashamed at herself. She went as far as breaking her boundaries as a fallen demon, just to be able to come close to a carbon copy of a dead man who can never shower her with all those feelings she longed for.
"However…"
She looked up at his eyes again, awaiting for the continuation of his speech. It was then when she felt a cool (slightly warm) hand touch her cheek. A thumb slowly caressed the underside of her eye, wiping away the tears that have fallen earlier. Her mouth gaped a bit, as she stared at the neutral expression of that hand's owner, who had lean in quite a bit closer to her face.
"…I can make you feel it." he whispered, giving more emphasis on the word 'feel'.
She furrowed her brows together, quite confused at his words. "I…don't understand…"
Sebastian tucks a stray gold strand behind her ear before returning his finger back on her cheeks to caress the skin. "I said it before: no love can ever fall between us. But I can simply give you what your body wants – what your body truly desires: A physical replacement of this comfort and love you yearn for that I can never sincerely give you. Do you know what I mean?"
She finally does, and her eyes widens. She couldn't possibly agree to this. Would she betray her beloved master by engaging in such an act just to be able to experience that rare sentiment again?
As if reading her thoughts, the corners of Sebastian's lips curled to a small, mischievous smile. "Your master is long gone, and so are the emotions he made you sense long ago. You owe him nothing now. Accept this fact. Though your body will search for the remnants of that particular feeling, there is always another way to feel them again – and that I can give you."
He trailed his fingers down the contours of her cheek bone until they rested below her chin. He lifts her head a little as he lean down close enough so their noses touch. "Accept it and move on," he whispered, his tone serious, "It's by time you stop acting like a human and start becoming a demon again."
Viessa stared wide-eyed at him after those words. They shared a few seconds of silence, and then she opened her mouth. She wanted to tell him that it was all better said than done. She wanted to scold him for he doesn't know the difficulty of this situation because he never experience what she experienced. She wanted to yell at him, to scream it at his face that she couldn't possibly just let him go. She wanted to tell him all of this…
But she couldn't. She was lost for words, because she knows, with utmost certainty, that he is right.
Thus she sat there, unmoving, mouth slightly ajar in speechlessness.
So Sebastian leans in and took her mouth with his.
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"Here."
Lucilla looked up just in time to catch the paper bag before it hits her face. Grumbling at the impolite manner of handling her dinner, the brunette opened the bag, reached her hand inside and let her fingers guess for her on what was inside. She felt something fleshy and smooth. It was also long with a bit of ruffles in one end. She held on to whatever was inside and took it out of the bag, revealing a lengthy piece of…
"Celery?" Lucilla pouted, quite disappointed, "You want me to eat celery for dinner? Have you lost all senses Gabriel or do you just want to spite me?"
Gabriel shrugged, making his fur-lined hood fall to his shoulders, "A little bit on the latter, that, and I want you to start eating healthy. You've been gauging on meat ever since you start having the appetite for it. And you're quite the messy eater you know."
Lucilla mutters silently to herself, eyeing the piece of vegetable in her hand, "What the hell does that matter? I'm not going to die from in anyway."
Another shrugged, "Then consider it because I want to spite you."
The auburn haired rolled her eyes at him and drops the celery back into the paper bag. She sets it aside as she adjusted her seating on the large branch. Gabriel stud, his feet well balanced, on the same branch though closer to the trunk as he held on to the bark for support. His messy red hair was obscured by the heavy leaves of the tree.
Using her binocular vision, Lucilla's green eyes focused on a particular window of a large manor. A yellow glow emitted from within that room, and the smell of smoke passed into her nose. She heard a scream, and she perked her magnificent sense of hearing to get more details.
"No! Claude where are you? Claude!" Came a loud voice.
"Who was that?" Gabriel asked in a smooth monotone, staring at the burning room within that window.
Lucilla sighs; she always found that boy's voice to be annoying. "That was Earl Alois Trancy, the Spider's master."
Gabriel raised a dark brow as he magnified his eyesight to see through the flames and smoke. He caught sight of a young boy, around the age of fourteen. Blond hair and wide blue eyes. He sat on the floor outside the burning room, crawling backwards and away from the heat of the flames.
He heard five pairs of footsteps closing in at a fast pace, and soon a tall butler clad in black arrived at the scene, the Spider demon, he suspects. Behind him tailed three identical looking footmen in identical uniforms, but the maid with long silver hair was the one that struck him most.
Gabriel frowned, "There are other demons besides the Spider?"
Lucilla nodded, running a hand through her shoulder length hair. "The three brothers, also known as the Trinity of Evil, happen to be under the employ of the Trancy butler. The maid's also under the Spider's authority. Her name is Hannah Annafeloz, she is most popularly known as –"
"The Sheath of Leviathan." Gabriel cuts her off. He crosses his arms over his chest as he narrowed his eyes. "How strange…the Sheath is of noble position, why is she here serving a mere child of whom she is not even contracted to. Not to mention having to be under the control of a demon ranking lower than her. Does she have a motif?"
His female companion shucks her head, "So far I don't have any detail about her or why she and the triplets are here. All I know is the Trancy boy particularly despises her."
"No!" The two fallen demons raised their head at the sound of the young earls cry. Looking back through the burning scene, they caught site of the blond boy clinging to the butler's leg.
"Claude, no! You'll catch fire too!"
"But –" said the butler, Claude.
"Don't get burned, Claude!"
"Argh…" Lucilla attempted to cover her ears, "The boy's voice grates on my ear!"
The red-head male raised an eyebrow as he watched the earl's pathetic behavior, "He's quite clingy, this Alois Trancy."
The two fallen demons continue to watch in silence as the triplets began stopping the flames with buckets of water. With the fire now gone, their line of sight went to another window. They saw a grand dining room, dimly lit by a single candelabrum. The demon butler served his master warm milk, while the small human cried. Minutes later, the butler enters the burnt room, and just as quickly as everything within burned was how fast it was restored to its original state.
Lucilla eyed the tall figure of Claude Faustus as he helped his master prepare for bed. Her brown eyes narrowed at him before looking up the midnight sky. A large gray cloud was beginning to shroud the moon and she could tell that it would be raining tonight.
"Diva," She said, apparently referring to the nightingale from earlier that night. Gabriel turned her attention to her.
"What about Diva?" he asks. His monotone voice hides the slight wafer of concern for the bird that they have recently trained to act like a messenger.
"Oh. I'm just worried if she would be able to make it too Viessa on time before it starts raining tonight. You know that bird hates getting wet."
Gabriel tilts his head to the side, staring at her with a questioning expression, "Where is Viessa?"
She shrugs, "I'm not sure where she is now. But there seems to be complications with our assigned demons. Apparently, the Spider caught his eye of the Crow's meal, and has stolen it, per his master's orders."
Gabriel blinked his orange orbs, stunned at the information.
"Of course, Faustus was ordered to retrieve Ciel Phantomhive's soul. Despite the conflict it would result, I cannot do anything. His master's orders are absolute. So I've informed Viessa about this, in hope that she would be able to find a loophole to this predicament with her assigned demon, as the Spider's contract is beyond her jurisdiction." She explained.
The orange-eyed demon glanced back at the tall dark form of the Spider demon, a look of disgust on his features. "So the Crow was unable to feast then."
"Apparently so. I'm still waiting for confirmation from Viessa on the case. However, I do believe that Faustus is still currently holding the soul, so it means no harm was done yet. The body might still be alive but only just a vessel, and as long as the body remains so any other demon cannot do anything to the stolen soul. But we have to hurry. Faustus is already a step ahead. A few hours ago I followed him off to London port. It seemed he murdered a man who somehow was able to acquire Ciel Phantomhive's ring."
Gabriel narrowed his eyes, "He's planning to use that ring as a temporary vessel."
Lucilla nodded. The green-eyed demon began combing her hair with her fingers until a realization occurred to her.
"By the way Gabriel, what are you doing here? Don't you have a demon assigned to you somewhere?"
He glances at her for a moment before looking back at the scene before him. He then spoke in his usual monotone, "The contract of my latest assignment was just recently completed. I am still awaiting new orders."
Lucilla pouts, "Lucky you," her slight-Irish tone became evident, "My ears have had enough of the boy's frantic noises and boisterous orders, as well as that demon's strange habit of randomly tap-dancing out of nowhere. Although I do find enjoyment in the slight turn of events, it's been so long since something interesting happened with this job."
The red-head raised a hand under his chin in deep thought. The situation was indeed very grave. He wishes to help, as the circumstances perked his interest. But he is far out from Lucilla's and Viessa's jurisdiction. Fallen Demons cannot touch, alter, or practically do anything to the demon or the contract they are not assigned to watch over with, unless the situation involves the birth and judgment of a new fallen demon. They can, however, know about the happenings from the others, but is not required to assist them if he is not involved.
Being the first demon to fall, Gabriel Winterson has been a sentry to many demons for as long as he could remember. This is the first time he ever heard of two contracted demons in a rivalry between a single soul, and it is indeed an interesting turn of events. He hums in thought as he rubbed his chin against the soft cotton of his left black glove, which concealed a horrendous scar over his red pentagram.
He suddenly glances to another window, where there was a faint yellow light. His long-distance range catches the sight of Hanna Annafeloz walking down the hall. His eyes narrowed.
"Lucilla, contact me as soon as you find out some information regarding the Sheath's presence here." He ordered, turning his heels as he prepared to jump down the tall oak tree.
Lucilla blinked while raising an eyebrow, "Why? It seems the Sheath caught your interest."
"It's not that," he continued as he lifted his fur hood over his head, "It's just that I was the Sheath's sentry during her last contract. It was quite recently, around four or five years ago I think. I'm just merely curious as to why she is serving here now without a contract, so do inform me as soon as possible."
"Fine, I'll do that, in one condition." Lucilla said with a cheeky grin.
"What is it now?"
"No more vegetables next time."
He rolled his eyes and lazily replied to her, "Very well."
He then steps off the tree branch, landing on a lower branch then leaping from tree to tree before his silhouette faded in the darkness of the night.
Something wet dropped on Lucilla's cheek. She raised her head to the sky and felt several more droplets touching her face. She sighs. Standing up, she dusted her skirt before leaping from the tree to another, in search for a post with better shade.
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She didn't know how they ended up on the floor, or why the shirt she so busied herself in buttoning up earlier was now pressed beneath her.
The corset that she did not lace up properly became loose again, the strings lying laterally beside her. The bloomers she just wore were slipping down her thighs as a hand with long, slender fingers trailed up her legs.
Viessa gasps as Sebastian bit her lower lip, trying to gain entry into her mouth. When the opportunity came, his tongue dived in and engaged in a heated battle with hers. A moan reverberated from her throat, and she racked her fingers through his ebony hair, yanking lightly. Her other hand traced the contours of the muscles on his chest and abdomen, while his still shaky left hand continued to caress the smooth skin of her thighs. His right hand passed by her chest area and pulled on the front of the corset, trying to tug it loose from her.
When her corset was off, Sebastian released the kiss and began to trail his lips down her chin and to the creamy flesh of her neck. The hand which had been so busy prying the corset off now ran slowly up and down her flat stomach, teasingly brushing his fingers over the underside of her breasts. Viessa released a disgruntled moan and grazed her midnight tainted fingernails on his back and shoulder blades, creating deep reddish streaks on the pale skin. She felt him smirk as he flicks his tongue on the juncture between her neck and shoulder blade. He nibbled on her pulse area, and then she took in a sharp intake of breath when his demon fangs grew and he bit down on the thin flesh, drawing blood. He flicks his tongue on the puncture, tasting the warm rusty cream.
Demon blood was always known to be terrible to the taste, but Sebastian had to admit that hers wasn't that bad. In fact, it tasted delicious. It reminded him of a milder version of what would be the taste of Ciel's soul. It acted as a sort of relief, satiating his growing hunger for only the tiniest bit. He grunted at the pleasuring taste, and sucked lightly on the wound before it healed to a close.
Another moan escaped her lips as Sebastian's large hand caress a mound. She once again raked her fingers through his hair as he move up to nibble on her ear and then biting down at the skin again. She whispered his name in a manner eliciting heat on Sebastian's core, and he raise his head up only to crash his lips back to hers in a deep and passionate kiss.
Her hands fumbled with the buckle of his leather belt. When Sebastian felt her successfully undid the fly of his black pants, the slightly numb fingers of his shaky right hand coiled and grip on the frilly fabric of her bloomers, pulling it downwards. Viessa kicked the article of clothing off and immediately spread her legs, and Sebastian shifted so that he laid his hips in between them.
Raising his head, he stared down at her naked form with half-lidded eyes. His reddish orbs suddenly began glowing a bright fuchsia as he trailed his eyes hungrily at her. His eyes served as small beacons of light as the moonlight from the window suddenly darkened. Outside, she could hear rain tapping on the glass window.
Sebastian took in her appearance while he hovered above her. With her curled hair splayed out around her like a halo, her deep-set purple eyes hazy with lust, and her lips plump and bruised from his attack, her expression neutral and serious and desperate and needy. She was beautiful. So very beautiful and deadly. So very strong yet fragile at the same time. How he wanted her all to himself in the same way he would so selfishly protect his meals. He wanted her…and no dead man is going to stop him.
"I will make you forget him…" he whispered as he ran his finger down her inner thighs, quite close to her core.
She curled her lips to a small, sad smile and chuckled lowly. "Impossible," she whispered back. She raised a hand up to stroke his cheek. Sebastian leaned into the hand, feeling the warmth.
He smirked playfully at her. He let his fingers brush at her core – the spot of very weakness in a human-dressed-demon's body, drawing out a satisfying moan from her mouth.
"Try me." He said arrogantly, pulling down his pants along with the underwear. He pressed his hardness atop her heat, eliciting another moan while he released a grunt of his own. He bent down closer, the tips of their noses touching, and smirked, "You'll forget all of those nonsense sensations of the past once you finally feel me."
Viessa's eyes narrowed, quite irritated that he spoke to her like she was a petty female he is manipulating to get whatever information his master wish to acquire. "You're suave words do not impress me, Sebastian."
"I wasn't trying to." Came his whispered reply, and she blinked at the revelation.
He closes his eyes and leans down so that their foreheads touched. His smile softens, becoming more genuine than mocking. The rarity of such an expression on his face made her think her heart skipped a beat.
"I wanted it to be imprinted in that hard skull of yours," he whispered gently.
"Sebastian…" she murmurs, unsure of what to say.
"I will make you feel like a demon again," he said, pulling his head away from hers so that he could gaze down at her again. Viessa looked up at his solemn expression. His glowing demonic eyes had finally receded and are replaced by his usual ruby pair, which fixed on her softly. The still genuine smile was faint on his lips, but apparent.
"But don't worry, I'll be gentle."
And for a second there, Viessa thought the man in front of her was not a demon, and just someone who truly understands her; just someone who was willing to release her from her inner emotional torment that has haunted her since the day she lost the soul of her beloved master and became a fallen one.
Bending down to capture her lips again, the black-haired demon slipped a hand under her and heaves her upper body up. He leans backwards, so that his back touched the wooden frame of the bed. He had opted to do the deed on the floor, not wanting to 'disturb his young master's sleep'.
He pulls Viessa to him, letting her straddle him. She coiled her long legs around his hips as she kisses him back with much favor. His hands slid down her curve sides and rested on her hips. He slowly hoists her only to pull her back down over his stiffness, and Viessa cries a long moan. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly. Such a long time it was when she last copulated with someone – that someone being her last master. Since then, Viessa continued on her life mostly just doing her duty as a fallen demon, not having a thought about giving in to lust and desire, despite it completely disrupting her nature as a demon. So the sensation of fullness seemed new to her.
This was also the first time she ever done it with another demon. Intercourses between demons are always known to be very violent. The 'raw desire' Sebastian had mentioned before is the exact term best to describe such feral lust.
But Sebastian said he would be gentle. And Sebastian never lies.
She opens her eyes, which she had unconsciously shut tightly in the midst of feeling his length enter her. She saw Sebastian gaze almost tenderly at her. He was not moving, and just planted his hands on her hips. His grip was tight, but not so tight to hurt her but just tight enough to support her feverish body.
"Relax," he whispered as his hand snaked up her back, "I will not hurt you."
Viessa's grip on his shoulders tightened, as if not that assured. There was still tension on the muscles of her back, Sebastian can feel it under his fingers. He rubs his palm on her soft skin in an attempt to lose the knots of her nervousness.
He smiles that strangely genuine smile, "I said I will be gentle, Viessa. I am not like all those other lowly demons who mount like animals. I want you to feel me only, do not think of anything or anybody else. I won't harm you. No one will harm you. I am one hell of a lover, and I will save you from the past you so wish to be released from."
With those words, her fingers softened their hold on him and her back seemed to float. Her purple orbs gazed at his eyes, which were no longer the deep mahogany of a human she longed imagined it to be whenever she saw them, but the blood red irises of a demon who could save her from herself.
If Sebastian said he cannot provide her the comfort she needed, then what is it is he doing now?
The corners of her lips curled upwards, and a soft giggle escaped her throat. Her hands slid up his neck and tangle in his jet black hair. Leaning down, she rested her head on his shoulder. She felt his hand run up her hair and pull her tightly to him.
"Then," Viessa whispered, pressing her lips on the nape of his neck, "Save me."
And Sebastian buried his face on her hair, taking in her sweet scent that reminded him of graveyard lilies, and began to move.
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Claude Faustus' steps echoed within the walls of the dark cellar.
Standing into a halt, the black clad butler raised his hand and reached for a particular object in the high shelves. A tin box rested on his gloved hands. With his eyes well accustomed to the darkness, he reads the label and flicks the lid open. The smell of musky tea leaves filled his nose.
Reaching into his breast pocket, he obtains something glinting. A rectangular cut blue diamond, held on to a silver ring with the crest of the Phantomhive house. He raises the ring to eye level and smirks.
He carefully buried the ring within the dried tie leaves before closing the lid with a light click. Then returned it back to the shelf at how it originally appeared, as if no one had touched it.
Upon stepping back, he though he heard something move. He turns his head towards the location of the noise, his golden eyes narrowed and his stance firmed.
A mouse peaked out from under another shelf. It scurried to hiding after sensing that it has been seen, running speedily in between several empty jars and bottles.
The spider demon lowered his stance and stood up straighter. He peaks one last time to where the rodent ran off to before raising a finger to his face to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. He left the cellar, his footsteps still echoing. He walks up the concrete staircase and out the wooden door. It creaked before closing with a thud.
Silence filled the room. Only the pitter-patter of the midnight rain can be heard.
The little mouse scampered passed a pair of black boots and into a hole on the wall.
Lucilla's green irises flutters to an open and she took a step out of the shadows of the darkest corner of the cellar. She approaches where the butler last stud and stared at the tin tea box on the shelf.
New Moon Drop
Her eyes narrowed. She turns her heels and walked out towards the shadows, where she disappeared into the darkness.
Miles away, a black nightingale is perched under the shade of a pine tree, the communiqué still stringed to her brown scaled leg. It waited for the rain to ease, singing repeatedly a sweet yet haunting melody into the night.
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Tadaa! And that's the end of this chapter. What do you think of the M-rated-ness? Sucky, yes? But like I said, I intend it to be that way. If you are satisfied with the slight-lemony romance, do tell me in your reviews. If you don't, and want more hardcore sex, well too bad. I don't want to ruin the story by putting in too much detail to how someone makes love. The setting is the 19th century, and I really doubt if they actually used the words "p*ssy", "d*ck", "b**bs", "b*lls", and all the other slang vulgarities we use today. Doing so would make me loose Sebby's or Viessa's character, and we wouldn't want that now, would we?
A little DFF trivia to shed some light on your brain meats: The name Lucilla Landis (though originally spelled 'Luscilla', but took off the 's' so Viessa could easily nick name her 'Lucy') came out randomly one day while plotting the story. I had imagined her animal form or animal familiar to be that of a nightingale (which explains why she could speak to Diva the nightingale). One day, while studying, I found out that the scientific name of the nightingale bird is actually Luscinia megarhynchos, and it strucked me at how closely the names resembled. There was absolutely no connection to her name with the bird before finding out this fact. Ain't that awesome coincidence? Hehe.
More trivias about Demons Falls First next chapter! Till then, why don't you review? For it feeds my brain.
Until the day I show my face in this website again, pleasant something everybody!
- SafireLupe, 10-16-2012