Planning was hard.
That was Daria's thought as she walked through the decrepit dungeon. In her defense, she hadn't really planned anything in centuries. She much preferred to just act and deal with the repercussions herself. After all, what exactly was anyone going to do to her? The only people who could feasibly hurt her were either in self-exile, or just didn't care.
The only reason she bothered planning in the first place was because she wasn't able to get what she wanted from Darius through force. So she was forced to plan, like a normal human.
The thought made her ill.
Daria grasped a heavy iron door, tearing it from its hinges and giving the occupant a smirk. "Well child, it appears you're free now, and all those nasty little manlets are dead. Please, no need to thank me too much."
The boy, Narm, just stared up at her in confusion. The poor thing must've assumed that he would be of more use during the slaughter of the nobility. Truth be told, he was supposed to have a far more active role. However, those idiotic nobles attacked far too early. There are easier ways to commit suicide, but who was she to judge?
Oh wait.
"How?"
Hm? Ah yes, he was still here. The child was still in shock it seemed, unable to fully believe that the people responsible for his pain and suffering were truly dead. It was something she was personally familiar with. "Well, they decided to foolishly attack Seve- Darius' fiancé while he was absent. I saved her and told him what happened. Let's just say that he was less than pleased."
He blinked once, then twice. Suddenly, he burst out into laughter. Had she been anyone else, the sound would have chilled her to the bone. But after you've lived as long as she has, and done as much as she has done, you grow numb to it. Among other things.
Instead, Daria stood there with a a small smirk as Narm finally got a hold on himself. He climbed up onto shaky legs, his malnourished form barely keeping himself upright. His skin was pale, eyes gaunt and bloodshot. His clothes were covered in dried blood, and she could see scratches on his arms. Fingernail scratches.
The boy had lost hope long ago.
He fell, his legs unable to hold his weight. Daria didn't bother helping him up, instead watching as she struggled. It would be best to let him get up under his own power. He seemed the prideful type. That being said, she did wish he would move a bit faster. "I understand you're in rather poor condition, but I would much appreciate it if you could hurry along. I'd like to get to the other children soon."
A growl escaped his lips, but he redoubled his efforts. Soon enough, he was able to walk, albeit by holding himself against the wall. Wonderful now she could grab the other children and fix this place up a bit. Then she could bring Merritt here and introduce her to her new siblings.
She turned on her heel, keeping a sedate pace in order to let Narm keep up with her. As the two of the walked, she began to probe him slightly. "So tell me boy, what do you plan to do now?"
He didn't face her. Instead, he stared straight ahead, focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. "I've no clue. All my life, I've fought and lived for revenge. But now? What's the point. I never even got to get a hit or two in."
Ah, she knew the type well. She used to be one herself, back in her foolish youth. "Well that just won't do. You're in the prime of your life, and you've already given up? You're either a pathetic waste of time, or stupid. Maybe both."
He snarled, grimacing as he winced from the pain of moving. "And who are you to judge me?"
That was the question, now wasn't it? Who was she to tell him what to do? "I'm the woman who can help you find that meaning."
Doubt. He radiated it like a furnace. "Oh? And what if I don't believe you? You're not exactly the most trustworthy person I've ever met."
The poor thing wanted to be angry, but he was just far too tired. Still, that made her job a bit easier. "You'd be right not to trust me, in any other circumstance. However, I know just what you need. Rather than fight to spill blood, why don't you fight stop bloodshed? To protect rather than to kill."
The idea must've never even crossed his mind, as he stared down at himself contemplatively. "How would I even do that? All I know is how to kill, and that's all I'm good for."
Children. They were so easy to convince once you found their button. "Well, you could always join the army and do it that way. Or, you could go all the way to the top, and ask Darius to train you himself."
He recoiled at the thought, almost disgusted by it. "Why would I want him to teach me anything? I almost beat him the last time we squared up."
The arrogance of youth. How she did not miss it. "You rely on a single trick to get you through. Granted, it's a very neat trick, but it's a trick all the same. I've no doubt that should you two fight again, he'd come out on too far more easily than he did the first time."
His eyebrows furrowed, almost as if her was trying to solve a puzzle. "How? I doubt he's gotten that much stronger since then."
Well, the boy wasn't wrong. Mostly. "You're right. He isn't that much stronger. However, he's far more skilled than you are, and far better at exploiting weakness. You may be a killer, but him? He could slaughter you without a moments hesitation if he wanted. Therein lies the difference between you two. You trained to fight men, he trained to fight paragons, beings who can shatter mountains and burn oceans on a good day."
That wasn't even mentioning the fact that he would be facing off against an Aspect of Destruction at some point in the future. Darius would eventually cross paths with Darian once again, and they were bound to clash. Their many similarities made the few differences they had shine all the brighter.
Darius was like seeing Darian back in his prime before his power consumed him. It was a worrying thought.
"…Fine. Let's say I want to do that, how would I even convince him in the first place? We didn't exactly part on the best of terms."
Ah, yes, the boy. No need to get sidetracked by her own internal musings. "Well, he does owe me a favor or two. Besides, I doubt he'd say no if I asked him. Despite what he says, he's starting to warm up to me."
Narm hummed, pushing himself off the wall with a hiss. "Got it. You're his sister or something, right? You two look uncannily similar. Either that or I just don't remember what he looks like, which could be it."
Daria hid a smirk. It seems Darius was going to have to accept their new relationship now. Even Narm over here thought they were siblings. "About so. I'm his older sister, and I doubt he'd say no to his Onee-Chan."
He stared at her. "What."
Oh darn, it looks like that last bit slipped out. It wasn't entirely her fault, since the idea of being Darius' big sister always made her slightly hot. She was a kinky woman, and hearing the words "Onee-Chan" really got her motor going. If only she could convince her "little brother" to call her that. "Don't worry about it. We're here."
They had stopped in front of a large heavy iron door, several locks keeping the thing shut. Not that they were a problem for her, as one twist of her hand destroyed the locks fairly quickly. Tearing off the door, she was greeted with a sight that made her frown heavily.
The children, all twenty of them, were all chained to walls, their under nourished forms giving them sickly appearances. There were only a few boys, about six or so, and they were all under the age of ten. It seems that as soon as a boy turned ten, they must've been sold. The other children were all girls, and it was easy to see why. A single sniff of the air revealed the scent of blood and semen. Their ages ranged from as old as fifteen, to as young as nine, and Daria wished that she could say any of them were untouched.
The smell, the chains, the looks of hopelessness and grief, she had seen it all before. Her hands twitched up to her neck, the phantom pain of a tight iron collar around her neck vanishing just as quickly as it had appeared.
Shaking off the momentary hesitation, she slowly walked over to the children. Most of them stared at the floor, not caring about her presence in the slightest. A few of them however, notably the young ones, looked up to her in barely veiled hope.
Narm stood to her left, balling his fists as he saw the state of the other children. He made his way over to them, pain and fatigue forgotten as he tried to get their attention. His attempts to hold them made them flinch, an automatic reaction built over the years. The more lucid ones recognized him, and began to hold him back just as tightly.
There, now he had a drive. It was a bit cruel, sure, but after seeing what may as well be his family in that state? He'd either break or strengthen his resolve. And if his steely eyed determination was anything to go by, she knew exactly which one he chose.
Now it was time to see if he could adjust to a semi normal life after all of this.
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Emery gripped the edges of the ceramic bowl, groaning as more vomit poured from her mouth. This so called "toilet", as Darius had called it, was doing a great job at getting rid of the vomit. She dry heaved one final time, before letting the toilet go and breathing through her mouth heavily. She had woken up earlier than even Darius had, feeling a sort of nauseousness. With barely any time to get to the toilet, she almost threw up all over the floor.
That would've been a mess to clean up.
It was a good thing that he installed the bathroom up on the third floor, otherwise she would've been forced to run all the way down to the second. No way she would've made it there in time. Sure, it took a few days to properly set up all the things he needed to do, but it was so worth it in the moment. He even added a few new rooms to the castle, though she wasn't too sure about what they were for.
Her stomach rumbled, though this time in hunger rather than discomfort. She got to her feet, pushing the lever on the toilet and watching in amazement as the vomit disappeared. She'd never understand how he figured that out, but it was blessing.
Stumbling out of the bathroom, she took a few steps to the stairway door before realizing that she was still naked. That would have been embarrassing. Her feet softly tapped against the floor as she made her way to the bed, careful not to wake Darius.
Their clothes were still all over the floor, as they had been too impatient to actually put them away before rocking the bed, so to speak. So rather than spending time to grab her clothes from the night before, Emery just slipped on her panties and did her best to hook on a random bra she found in her underwear cabinet. And that's where the trouble began.
She hadn't actually been wearing a bra as of late, preferring to stay inside with her pajamas on. It's not like she needed to go anywhere, since Darius has been sticking with her like a protective guard dog. It was endearing, and they had been able to spend a lot of time together because of it.
So when she went to put her bra on, she didn't expect it to be so difficult. Pulling on it slightly, she managed to hook it in place and put it on, though it felt tight. Almost painfully so too. Frowning, Emery unhooked it and put it back in the cabinet. First the vomiting, now this? She felt like she should know what was going on, but her sleep deprived mind was unable to piece it together.
Instead, she just picked up Darius' navy button up shirt and put it on. The shirt ended at her mid thighs, and the sleeves went way past her hands. They were immediately rolled up, and she then grabbed a pair of shorts and put them on under the shirt.
Buttoning the shirt up, she ignored the slight tenderness in her breasts as her chest strained against the front of the shirt. She was ready to get herself some breakfast.
The stone was cold against her bare feet, and she quickly made her way through the castle and towards the kitchens. Passing by the occasional window, she realized that she was up way earlier than normal. Dawn was just breaking, and there were only a few of the staff up and about within the castle. It was a good thing the male staff decided to find new jobs, for some reason, otherwise she would've felt self-conscious about being so under dressed.
Well, except Marcus. But he was still probably at the staff house, keeping an eye on things in there.
Taking the final step down the stairs, she turned right and made her way into the castle kitchens. Grasping the door handle, Emery pushed it open.
Only to find one of the cooks in the way.
The other woman frowned at her, motioning her back. "Lady Artifice, it would be uncouth of me to make you cook your own food. Please, go wait in the dining room. Sir Lord Artifice remodeled it, so it should be suitable to your needs. Unless you'd rather go to the library of course."
Where did the cook even come from? Does she sleep in there or something? Pushing those thoughts aside, Emery nodded and gestured towards the library. "I'll be in the library, if that's okay."
The cook nodded, backing up and shutting the door behind her. Emery was left in the entrance hall, standing in front of the kitchen awkwardly. It would probably be best to head to the library and wait, maybe find some books on why she was feeling so off lately.
Her plan was once again halted, though this time by a loud knock at the front door of the castle. There weren't any staff nearby, as most of them were still asleep. The only ones who would be up were the cooks and the newly instated castle guards, and considering this was a knock the castle door, it was safe to assume that these were friendly.
May as well do it herself.
She opened the door a tad, just enough to peek her head out just in case. She blinked, and threw open the door the rest of the way. "Evanora? What are you guy doing here? Not that I'm not excited, but you know."
The woman, in question just rolled her eyes and gave Emery a hug. "Well, there are a few reasons. But we should wait till everyone's together. Rana and Amethyst are in the carriage with all our stuff right now. Some of the staff are helping them with it now, so they should be here soon."
They parted, and Evanora smirked as her eyes went up and down Emery's form. "So, did I catch you at a bad time? Were you and Darius about to get freaky?"
Eh? Emery looked down, before realizing that she was standing outside in what looked to only be an oversized shirt. Her face ran red, and she hurriedly denied it. "N-Not at all! I mean, we were, but that was earlier, and I was just, you know, up. I'm wearing shorts under this you know, and um, would you like some breakfast?"
Evanora's smirk turned to full blown laughter as she pat Emery on the back. "Ah, never change Emery."
Her eyes then zeroed in on her hand, or more accurately, the engagement ring on her finger. The teasing grin vanished, in its place formed a far more congratulatory smile. "I see the stud finally put a ring on it. Congratulations! Honestly, we all thought you two would've gotten it on back in your village. What was the name of that one?"
Did they really not know the name of the village they had spent over a quarter of a month in? Emery's eyebrows furrowed as she tried to translate it. "Well, we call it Halor, but I'm not sure if there's an actual translation into plain tongue. It kind of means window, but the way it's used, it's more like opening."
Forest Tongue, or Speak depending on your preference, could be tricky to properly translate, since the words really depended on the context used. Plus, there weren't any hard sounds, like "B" or "D". The language flowed like the wind, and was unhampered by such rough sounds. Learning Plain Tongue had been a pain, but considering it was the most commonly used language, she buckled through it. Even if it made no sense half the time.
Evanora mouthed the word to herself, testing it before shrugging. "Right, that. Either way, we all figured you two would get together way sooner. So good on you guys for actually getting to it."
Emery had no idea how to feel about that. Instead, she looked out past Evanora, her eyes locking onto Rana and Amethyst's forms as they helped take out the luggage. Turning back to Evanora, she stepped to the side. "Would you like to come in? I'm sure they'll be done soon, and I doubt you want to be standing after such a long ride. The others look like they're just about done, so they'll be able to join us and we can talk about what's been going on lately!"
She was a bit more excited than she thought, but you couldn't exactly blame her. She hadn't been able to really talk with any girl friends in ages. Darius is great company and all, but there was something special when you were with a friend.
Evanora nodded, thanking her as she walked inside. Emery gave one last look outside, pulling the shirt down slightly as she closed the door.
It was time for some girl time.
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This is becoming a habit of hers, and I'm not sure how to feel about it in the slightest.
For context, I had just woken up to an empty bed. This wasn't too surprising, since Emery has been getting up early more often than usual lately. Either because of night terrors, or because she has to use the newly installed bathroom. Though recently, she's been vomiting every now and again during the mornings.
I feel like I know why, but it's just on the top of my tongue.
Either way, she's been taking my shirts and wearing them in the mornings as of late. It's like she plans for this. First she seduces me and drags me into bed, and after we have our fun and go to bed, she wakes up a few hours later to steal my shirt. At first, I'd forgo wearing shirts since that would just be a waste, but then she'd get a bit hot and bothered. What would then follow would be a few hours of very unproductive, but very enjoyable, sex.
I love her, I really do, but I have things to do. Running a territory is pretty time consuming, especially when you're taking over the work of an entire portion of government. The Gentry were absolute scum who got what they deserved, but they were good at filling out paperwork.
I finished putting on my pants and grabbed a plain white undershirt, pulling it over my head. It was a tight fit, but it was supposed to be. Having a baggy undershirt was just uncomfortable.
Leaving the third floor, I walked down the stairs and waved at the first maid I saw. After the attack on the castle, things were weird for a while. Emery tried to act fine, but her subconscious actions were very telling. She tended to avoid the male staff, giving them a wide berth. I wouldn't say that she was afraid of men, but she was definitely slightly uncomfortable with them. It'd fade soon enough, if only because I knew her well enough to say that she'd get better quickly. She was a strong woman, and preferred to face conflict like this head on rather than wallow.
A learned skill if I had to guess.
Still, that sort of thing took time, and I was a bit of a protective bastard. So I relocated the male staff. They were still on property, but they weren't working within the castle. Instead, they worked on the surrounding buildings and area. There were a few complaints, but none of them had the balls to complain directly to me about it.
The plan was to slowly reintegrate them into the active staff inside the castle, in order to get her used to being around men comfortably again. Now, I wasn't entirely sure this was the right approach since I've never dealt with this before. I was kind of just guessing at this point, but I'd be damned if I didn't at least try.
I approached the staircase leading to the first floor, and sat on the railing. From there, I slid all the way down. Fucking hell that was way more fun than it had any right to be.
Spinning on my heel, I pulled a complete three sixty and walked down the side hallway. It never made sense to me that the dining hall was so hidden in comparison to the kitchen. You'd think the dining hall and kitchen would be in each other's place, but nope. Then again, I'm too lazy to actually change it, so I've no room to complain.
Speaking of room, which is a wonderful segue, I grasped the door handle to the dining room and prepared myself to halfheartedly bitch at Emery about her stealing my clothes. Or at least that was the plan, until I noticed the cast of familiar faces sitting around the table chatting. Seriously, do I even have control of my life anymore? I did not consent to this.
Emery was the first to notice me, and she waved me over. "Darius, over here! Guess who decided to visit!"
And just like that, any complaints I could have had faded away. She just looked so god damn happy, and wasn't going to take that away from her. If that meant wearing pants at night, so be it.
I walked over, bending over Emery to give her a quick kiss before pulling out a chair next to her. The other three girls were sitting across from her, and I only got a wave from two of them. Rana just sighed and looked away.
I did not miss that.
Food had already been served, and the platter of various meats, fruits, and eggs really made my stomach growl. Grabbing a plate, I began to quickly pile on as much food as it could hold, before digging in with reckless abandon.
"You'd think all this responsibility would push the knave to have better manners."
This is not how I imagine I'd start the day. I gave Rana a small glare, fully acknowledging the fact that I knew she was doing this on purpose. "And you'd think you would learn to speak to your superiors with more respect over the years. How improper."
He self-satisfied smirk vanished as a frown came over her features. I guess she never thought of it that way, but since I'm the lord and master of this territory, I'm the one in charge. Oh how the tables have turned.
An elbow hit my side, and Emery gave me a disappointed look. "It hasn't even been ten minutes yet, and you're already fighting. The same goes for you too Rana. Can we at least have one meal where you guys aren't going at each other's throats?"
Ah, she had a point, didn't she? I gave Emery a nod, sitting back in my chair and looking towards the rest of my guests. Evanora was an expected and welcome face, since she was a total bro. Amethyst however, I didn't expect. That begs the question, why exactly are they here to begin with. "So, not that I'm complaining, too much, but why are you guys even here? I doubt the strip clubs and casinos are what brought you to my wonderful little slice of awesomeness. Well, except you Evanora. Those things sound like stuff you'd be heavily into."
The jovial mood did dip slightly, as everyone put on their serious faces. Evanora cleared her throat, taking center stage. "Well, I figured that you would need a competent potion master around, and who better than me, your friend and confidant, who also happens to be one of the best potioneers this side of the country. Plus, my witch heritage makes me quite adept with the stuff, so I'm better than any old villager potioneer you could find."
Well, that was rather honest of her. "So, you want to abuse our friendship for status and power?"
A snort came from Rana, before she cleared her throat and motioned for Evanora to continue. "Well, uh… yes?"
I hummed out loud, perusing over all the laws and regulations I had put in place to prevent that sort of thing from happening elsewhere. It would be highly hypocritical to just give her the position because we're friends. My hypocrisy only goes so far. "Eh, why not. You're hired."
It appears my hypocrisy knows no bounds.
Evanora smirked, sitting back in her chair and giving Rana a smug look. The woman in question just sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance. "I figured. Well, onto far more important matter then. Lady Amethyst and I are here because Lady Citrine has given permission to Lady Amethyst to ask something of you. Lady Amethyst, if you would."
The girl looked startled, as if she had expected Rana to take the lead there. Still, she squared her shoulders and did her best to only look slightly nervous as she spoke. "W-Well, Sir Lord Artifice, I would like to humbly ask of you, to train me in the way of your dual swords. I've never seen such a style, and I can't get it out of my head. I would be honored to learn from you, regardless of what hardships may await."
Wow. She really knows how to stroke an ego. God damn. Not that it was necessary, since I would have accepted her either way. She is Citrine and Brynjar's daughter, and there was no way I was going to just kick her to the curb like that. "You had me at Lord. You and Evanora can grab whatever guest room you guys want on the second floor, and I have a wonderful little spot in the stables for you Rana."
"I will gut you with a rusty spoon."
Fantastic.
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Lilith was a determined person. All her life she had just rolled over and accepted things as they were, but now? Now there was a fire in her spirit that refused to go out. She wanted nothing more than to find the harlot who had seduced her beloved and skin her like a rabbit. However, she needed to be patient.
Her investigation had been rather fruitful too. It seemed this "Lady Artifice" was a rather popular figure within the city. Famed for her beauty and kindness, the perfect balance to Sir Lord Artifice's strength and dominating presence.
It disgusted her to her very core.
Not that it didn't make sense, after all, the skank was a forestkin. Forestkin were somehow born to be highly feminine and attractive. It was blatant cheating, and even more evidence that this homewrecker had used her body to gain Darius' affections. Not that it would stop her. After all, nothing worth fighting for had ever been easy.
However, she had bigger issues that needed immediate attention.
Her hands rolled the ball of dough, flattening it as she began to cut it into small pieces. Despite the pressing concern of taking what was rightfully hers, Lilith still needed a job. After all, how was she supposed to hunt a person down without any silvets to her name? So, she got a job at a local bakery. It's near the market district and should be close to where her target prefers to shop. Or it would be, if the vile creature would even leave its home.
She tore off small chunks of dough, shaping them into circles and placing them on a large tray. From there, she slid the tray into a large oven and began to clean up. There wasn't much that brought her joy in life, but baking was one of them. From the corner of her eye, she could see a child staring into the bakery with hunger in his eyes. The boy's clothes were ratty, and his face dirty.
Something within her twitched slightly, a part of her that she had thought long since died. She grabbed a fresh loaf of bread, careful to sneak it by the man working the front desk. Making her way to the window, Lilith opened it and smiled at the child. "Hey there kiddo, you want some bread?"
He nodded, his hair whipping around as his head moved at a neck breaking speed. She handed the loaf to the kid, watching as he thanked her and scurried off. A small part of her began to remember a time when that was all she wanted, to make children happy. But her mind pushed it to the side. She had no time to bother with such things. Not when her target could be sleeping with her beloved at any moment.
"That was rather nice of you. Don't worry, I won't tell. Your secret is safe with me."
Lilith turned to the voice, and her hands clenched into angry fists. There stood her target, the so called "Lady Artifice" that was poisoning Darius' mind. Oh, how she wanted to act right then and there, to take a nearby knife and slit her throat. However, she needed to stick with the plan, especially since Darius might not want her to kill the wench. He'd be too blinded by its poison.
Instead, she just smiled and waved. "Lady Artifice! What brings you here on this lovely day?"
It smiled innocently, the kind persona it wore staying on. "Well, my fiancé and I decided to go and see the city again. It's been a while since we've really appreciated Illimité's beauty like this. Anyway, I came here since I've been having the strangest craving for something sweet. Something with chocolate maybe?"
Fiancé? That meant that he was here. Her everything, her reason to live, he was here. Her heart beat faster, and it took all of her willpower not to just get up and leave. "I'm sure we have something suiting someone of your… standards. Chocolate is a bit hard to come by, so it will cost extra. How does six silvets sound?"
Truth be told, she was underselling it by quite a bit. Chocolate was one of the rarest imports within the territory, and very few bakeries had it. Even the one she worked in only had a few bags of the stuff. However, if she wanted to free Darius from this vile temptress, then she needed to get on their good side.
It beamed at her, reaching into the bag to her side and grabbing a handful of silvets. "Here you go miss. You have my thanks, miss…?"
She gave a polite smile. "Lilith. My name is Lilith, Lady Artifice."
The fiend gave a small hum, its ever-present happiness making her scowl internally. "Lilith, what a wonderful name. I hope you don't mind if I stay here. It's just, I'm afraid I don't know many people within the city. And Darius is probably still fawning over the books he found, so I'm a bit strapped for company."
It winced suddenly, rubbing its shoulder. "I hope you don't think I'm needy or anything like that."
Lilith blinked. That was a rather abrupt mood swing, but she could work it to her favor. "I would be delighted Lady Artifice. Truth be told, I'm rather new in town, so I don't know anyone either."
Once again, it's mood flipped over from sad to gleeful as it clapped its hands together. "Of course, thank you. So, how long have you been in Illimité?"
And so, she began to chat with her sworn enemy. It was a strange experience, and one that felt almost entirely coincidental. But nonetheless, she'd milk it to its very last drop.
Now if only her eyes could stop lingering on its attractive form.
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I can never remember what I've written in these chapters, but I know it was crazy or fun. Something like that. What I do wanna say, is check out Hoonter's Side Stories and What-Ifs! I updated yesterday, and while it was more smut, I'm 90% sure half of you are here for that. I'm going to push this story so fucking hard.
Now, onto the review of the chapter:
"Nice chapter, and good to see you back. I'm getting serious yandere vibes from Lillith and it's creeping me out. Did Darius not pay her back for the potion metals, if yes then Darius couldn't have foreseen it, but if no then it's kind of a dick move."
He managed to replace most of the materials and fudge some documents to keep suspicion off of her. He also told her to come to him, should she want to. Now, did he forget about her a bit? Yeah, he definitely did. And he had no idea his use of Otherworldly Charm would fuck her up so badly, so while he didn't mean to do it, it's still technically his fault. Did he know that would happen? No. But at the same time, it's still because of him that it happened, so yeah.
This has been A Decent Hoonter, and I want to eat some breakfast.