Disclaimer: I do not own Noblesse or its characters; that right belongs to Lee Gwang-Su. I do own the OC and I do not want her used anywhere else, by anyone else.


Everyone just looked in the direction of the front door as another knock resounded from it. Before a soft sigh broke the silence and Frankenstein made his way to it and opened it. It was the exact time that had been given the night before when their guest would arrive. And the tension building in the living room was thick enough it would take a sledgehammer to break it.

So as everyone heard him speak a welcome greeting before a softly mumbled thank you was given, several sets of eyes exchanged a quick superstitious glance. Two of the people in the room had yet to meet this individual and wondered just how a human girl could have the effect she had while three others were wondering just how bossy and pushy she would be this evening. While two of the last three just wondered what to expect. Lastly, he just sat there drinking his tea as if nothing out of the normal was happening.

The moment that Frankenstein reappeared with the guest in tow, all eyes were directed towards them. Making the two people pause for a brief moment before introductions were made.

"Everyone, this is, Woo D. Fa-Ming, an old acquaintance of mined," he said, his voice soft, polite as one of his eyebrows jumped upon his forehead.

That slight indicator told them that the man was not amused at all. While the petite girl, no woman behind him, narrowed her eyes at his back, frowning.

"I would love to say it is a pleasure to meet you all. But I am sure that would be assuming a lot," Fa-Ming said, her voice dripping irritation, taking those gathered by surprise. "Franky, let's cut the bullshit. I hate that name, and I would prefer in the privacy of your own home to be called by my real name, thank you!"

Two mouths dropped open at the girl's audacity. Her rudeness was inexcusable as she marched around the tall blond and let her eyes slide over everyone present before she smiled brightly at them. It was open, honest, and knowing. But of what none of them could say.

"Excuse me, Everyone this is Woo Delphi Fa-Ming," Frankenstein said again as he motioned with one hand for the girl to take the only open seat on a small ottoman that sat across from his Master, who was still drinking his tea, seemingly uncaring of what was going on.

All eyes tracked her movement as she made her way to the proffered seat with confidence, grace, and a sense that she just belonged there. It was somewhat disconcerting. Amusement showed on a few faces, while one just looked on in disbelief, and the last was turning a light shade of red at her actions.


Fa-Ming(Delphi) knew she was causing waves, putting people out, but she didn't care. There was a purpose to what she was doing, so she sat on the ottoman that Frankenstein had motioned her to. Letting her bad shift off her shoulder to rest at her feet on the floor. She made her eyes once more look at each person in the room, feeling that de Ja Vu feeling settles over her person, meaning that everyone that needed to be here was here.

Lifting an eyebrow to Frankenstein, as if silently using him to explain further other than just introduce her. Which she noted got mixed reactions from everyone gathered before she took a quick peek at the man across from her. A small wave of nervousness washes through her person.

"Ah, yes, my manners," Frankenstein said as he gave a polite cough, "I guess I should tell you all how I know her."

The way a small hum came from the man Frankenstein was standing to was all the indicator that was given he should do just that, had Delphi fighting not to smile.

"You all are aware that I was looking for my Master. Well, twenty-six years ago I ended up in Greece, in a little village of Pythia. Having come across the information that the people of that village could help me with my search," he said, his blue eyes glazing just slightly in thought, "That is where I met Fa-Ming...or Delphi. She was four years old and rather... precocious. Her grandmother was who I was looking for. The woman had a certain gift that had the potential to help me locate my Master here."

The way silence hung in the air, Delphi looked around the room. She was gauging everyone's reaction to what he was saying. A small smile was playing at the corners of her mouth as she remembers the first time he walked into the village. His arrogance since that time had not diminished, just softened it looked like. She could tell he was calmer, happier even, now that she had his precious Master.

"It is safe to say in the almost two full years I lived there; I learned a lot. And the answer I had been seeking was not given to me. But, I had gotten another one that helped me greatly," he said. "Though I will admit my curiosity at the fact Delphi, you are sitting in my living room right now. When I know the edicts and traditions of your village. How did you get that old bat to consent to let you out of the village?"

When he finished, Delphi knew that he would not expound further. Meaning it was now up to her to do what she had to. Explain her purpose for being there. Her body was tensing up at recalling the events of the past that had shaped who she was now, after twenty years.

Closing her eyes, she swallowed and took a deep breath before launching into what she had to say, "The edicts and tradition still stand. As for grams, she is dead, murdered. Along with a good portion of the village, Frankenstein. It happened twenty years ago on my tenth birthday."

Opening her eyes, Delphi bent over and began to pull things out of her bag. A bottle of water, a hand towel, a small case for contacts, a thumb drive, and her cell phone, which she turned off before placing it on the table. She knew that what she was doing was causing those around her to stare, but she didn't care. With care, she opened up the contact case, before raising her hands to her eyes, which she had closed again. Carefully she removed the colored contacts and put them in the container without even looking at them.

Once that was done, she put her hands to her hair and began to pull out bobby pins, which she dropped on the table before her, only to jerk the long braided wig from her head. The collective gasp she heard had a small, tight smile briefly appearing on her face as her real hair, braided, of course, dropped down her back to pool there. Next, she reached out for the bottle of water and hand towel.

Still not opening her eyes, Delphi took herself through the actions of opening the bottle, wetting the towel, and washing her face. Removing the makeup that expertly hides the bag under her eyes and her natural olive-toned skin, indicating she was of Greek heritage. Once done, she put that back on the table blindly. What she did next had her body shaking in trepidation.

Slowly she let her sweater slip down her arms, revealing the skin to them. Again she felt that small tight smile appear on her face, as the fingers of one hand curled into her shoulder and pulled. It was a rather sickening feeling as she removed the fake skin from her arms, revealing more of her olive-toned flesh. But the silence only was broken by the heavy breathing of those gathered.

Once the fake skin was removed from both her arms, Delphi spoke up, "Do you recall the answer my grandmother gave you?"

Tilting her head in the direction, she knew he had last been at. Waiting patiently to see if he would answer.

"Yes, that the answer did not exist," he said.

At that, she laughed. It shook her body as she ran her fingers up her arms, over the markings there that were now barred to everyone — leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable. Pain starting to thrum in her chest as she swallowed and fought back to keep her emotions under control.

"That is not correct. My grandmother told you, and I quote, ``The answer did not exist, yet," She said, her voice coming out as a mere whisper. "But it does now. That is why I am here. I have that answer you sought so long ago to your question."

Taking a deep breath, Delphi resolved herself and opened her eyes and blinking them rapidly as she got them to focus. And she just wanted to shut them again at the looks she was receiving from them all. Well aware of what she looked like, not that she could help it. Her fate was as such.

"You came seeking help in keeping your master from dying from loss of his life force, Frankenstein," she said, her voice still quiet, but she knew it was firm and distant. "I can give it to you... but he has to agree to it. And it is not an easy decision at all. It means a lot of changes will be taking place."


Frankenstein had been curious as he watched her take everything out of her bag before she changed how she looked. The fact she removed contacts was odd, then her hair. Which, once her natural hair was revealed, he had a sinking feeling. Glancing down, he saw that his Master was paying very close attention to what she was doing. Though she just continued. He knew that her skin had always been more olive toned. But he as the makeup came off revealing her natural skin tone, it didn't surprise him at all, it was the dark bags under her eyes that said she didn't sleep that had his attention.

Next came the sweater, revealing her slender arms. When she started to peel the skin from them, Frankenstein had stared forward until he realized that it was fake. Soon enough, he saw the intricate weave of black lines that ran up her arm from wrist to shoulder. He knew those marks; her grandmother had had them. It only reinforced the sinking feeling in his stomach.

But the moment she opened her eyes and spoke to him, correcting him, Frankenstein was horrified. Those eyes that had always been warm brown were now white. No, that was not right. Looking more closely at them, he saw that while they appeared as white, soft colors were shifting in the iris'. The pupil was still a small black dot. At first glance, you'd think she was blind. He had sought out that village for the powers that the females of a particular lineage had — tracing back to the origins in the Greek Mythology. And now he saw it before him.

"You... You have..." he said, trailing off, unable to get it out. Even as her words sunk in about her having the answer. It would be his Master's choice to do what he would.

"It is alright. It happened when my grams were killed. You were informed about how our family line worked. My grams could do small readings into the near future, no more than a few years. So her answer was accurate. Before telling you that you should settle somewhere and make a place he would enjoy," her voice said, it held a note of sadness.

Nodding, fully aware of how their family line worked. It was not much different than how the Nobles did when they passed down succession and their soul weapon. Death of the former head, then the next in line, would have the power. He felt his eyes going wide as he stared at Delphi, it dawned on him that she had the power, not her mother.

"Delphi...your mother?" he said only to have her wave a hand at him.

"She too died that day. They hid me under the floorboards and denied those men... It cost them their lives. Our village was invaded by those suited men, under orders to bring..." she said, trailing off, her throat working as she breathed. "They killed both of them. I laid there for hours after with their blood dripping on me. I could smell smoke and hear the shouts and screams with gunfire."

Those odd eyes glazed over as he just stood there listening. Knowing that Fa-Ming(Delphi) had been a delightful, mischievous child, who was innocent and naive to the outside world. Living an almost fairytale-like world.

"Eventually, I crawled out of my little hole, coated in half-dried blood. I made my way to the village where those guys were at. The elder, he denied them what they wanted, said that what they were looking for didn't exist," her voice bitter as she laughed. "I was hurt, angry, and felt something deep inside of me swelling until I stumbled into view of those men. Then my world was washed in a bright white-yellow, just as blinding as the sun. When I came to all the men, and the one who led them were dead."

The blood in his veins froze as he looked at Delphi. He knew what she was talking about. It had been something similar when he had started to do the research and experiments on himself with the dark spear. Only this was her power coming from the inside in a massive burst.

"It costs me each time that it is used like that. My hair shows how many times it has happened. Each swath of gray running through this braid shows that it was forced against my will," she muttered. "I am unable to be touched by anyone with nothing separating my skin from theirs. Years I roamed after leaving Greece, hiding and supporting myself. Waiting until I knew it was the right time to come to you and your Master to tell you that I had the answer..."

It was not often that he was floored like this, except for Tao's idiocy, as he just looked at the girl. Who looked lonely and lost. Her road, he guessed, was a hard one.


Tao had seen a lot in his short few years. Especially with the union. But the changes the girl had made to herself and the story she told was hard to believe. Though he couldn't deny what he was seeing, Tao was always in search of knowledge, so of course, at one point or another, bored, he had looked up other culture's mythologies. Greece had amused him much. The legend of Pythia and the temple there that was to the God of Sun and Music Apollo was not lost on him. And here he was hearing that it was the truth, that those that descended from the original, who was never mentioned to have taken a lover or having had a child when she was the child of the God she served.

Shaking his head as he spoke up, "So, you are saying that you're a demi-god?"

The moment she turned and looked at him, Tao had to keep from flinching back at her eyes. It was creepy seeing them, being under that gaze. The frown marring her face as her brow scrunched up.

"No. What are you a fucking moron? I am not a demi-god. My ancestor could be counted as one, but those descended from her, their powers weakened and vary. That is the myth that gave birth to the lore of psychics. Or at least in Greek mythology," she snapped at him.

He wanted to laugh but knew that would be inappropriate. But another thing Fa-Ming(Delphi) had said struck him as odd as he recalled Ik-Han when he tried to hug her.

"Why can you not be touched? Does something happen when you do? Why are you so lonely? You are good at changing your appearance, so why not make friends have a relationship or two? And most important, what is this answer to help Cadis?" he fired off the questions.

The soft groan he got from Takeo and M-21 had him shrugging. They were valid questions. Once, he knew that everyone else, well except for Rael, was probably thinking.

"I figured that at least one of you would wanna know the answer to the touching..." she said, as he watched her reach down and pick up the thumb drive before tossing it to him. "There is a singular folder on there; you can watch any of the videos on there. Though most have crappy footage."

Catching it, Tao looked at it before glancing at Frankenstein, who just nodded his head. Smiling like a child at Christmas, Tao set about getting everything set up to watch things. Keeping his ear open to the conversation that he knew was going to continue.


Having just sat there watching the strange human woman, Cadis couldn't help but wonder what it was about her. She had ignored him entirely yesterday, which he realized might have to do with having the answer she mentioned. He also knew that something about her was pulling at not just him, but everyone in the room. It was like she radiated a type of calm and light, considering her brash personality.

Though having lived for over two thousand years, there was a lot he didn't know. It was okay with him, learning as he went. But when his interests were piqued, like it had been when Frankenstein had entered his room wearing his new shirt, lying through his teeth about being the further hired help. He couldn't help it; he agreed with what the man said. Since then, he had never been alone or lacking in something amusement.

After the fight with Mazuka, entering into stasis to recuperate, he had been shocked and intrigued by the changes in the world around him. He was finding great joy and peace living with the human children that had become an integral part of his life. Now here was this girl, saying that Frankenstein had tried to find an answer to him dying from using his life force and that she had the answer. He wanted to know what it was.

So the moment she tossed a small rectangular thing at Tao, her eyes met his. He could tell that she was nervous. It showed as well as her dissatisfaction with what she was to do. The moment she broke eye contact with him to look at the four others, all nobles, he knew it was awkward for her. It showed as her shoulders dropped in defeat.

"It is a three-step process. The first being that I enter a blood contract as a human servant with the Noblesse, Cadis Etrama Di Raizel," she said. Her eyes once more, meeting his own as she spoke. " Unlike a normal Noble, you can have multiple contracted human servants without strain. It strengthens your power based on the person. Frankenstein, I am sure gave you a huge boost when you entered the one with him."

Face still blank as he hid his surprise at her knowledge and the truth of her words. Though he wasn't sure how she knew what they were because Frankenstein was always discreet and never gave that information away.

"It comes with my awakened gift. Do not worry, I have had this knowledge for twenty plus years and have never spoken it to a single soul," she said, shrugging her shoulders as if it was not a big deal.

The way he felt Rael's aura flare at her casual manner had Rai shifting and tilting his head to the side. Causing the young Noble to calm and collect himself. It was the smile he saw appeared on her lips and said she was trying to get a rise out of someone, reminding him of Frankenstein when he first came to Lukedonia. All brash confidence and arrogance. Picking fights with the other nobles to test his skills and limits.

"If that is the first step Miss Delphi, what are the other two?" Karias asked.

The way she shifted her gaze from him for but a few seconds to look at him, before turning her odd eyes back to him. Rai couldn't miss the faint blush to her cheeks if he tried.

"Step two is equal sharing of blood. Entering into the contract, I just give you my blood and agree to the terms that we'd set. But sharing of blood... that means I am bound... permanently..." she said, her face going a few shades redder.

What she was talking about was considered personal between nobles — making him narrow his eyes at her. The way she wiggled uncomfortably at his look, her lips pressing into a barely-there line told him even more.

"The... last step is possession..." she whispered her face now practically glowing under his gaze as that red color flowed down her neck into the top of her shirt. "Essentially making my life force your own."

The gasp of shocks from Seira and Regis. A small cough from Karias and the telltale growl from Rael. What she was speaking about was very personal, and now he understood why she was leaving it to him to make a choice. She was not happy about this.

"Delphi, just how does that keep him from dying?" Frankenstein asked.

He was watching as the girl swallowed and looked to his servant, no family. He wanted to hear her explain it. As this matter had never been covered during the time Frankenstein lived with him.

"Well... by entering into the contract with him, he gains more power but can control and seal my own. Which will keep me from using it? So that I don't have my life force taken from my body. The sharing of blood means that our life forces start to merge. Meaning he can call upon my life force and power should he need it," she explained. Her words are confident and sure.

When she balked at explaining the rest, he noted that the girl was tensing up, curling in on herself. And he didn't think it was possible, but she was going several more shades of red as she now refused to look at anyone in the room.


Unable to rationalize and comprehend what he was hearing, Rael felt rage burn in his gut. This girl was talking about one of the most sacred of things amongst nobles and shooting a glance at Seira, feeling heat rush to his already inflamed face. Not a hint of a lie was coming from the girl who was refusing to finish her explanation. Then again, he didn't want her to. Those not of the Nobles line didn't need to know that information.

When he saw her finally lift her head, mouthing opening, he didn't even try to reign himself in as he rushed forward and grabbed her arm. The shock on her face as she looked up at him before an ear-splitting scream was ripped from her as her face contorted into pain. Though he was not grabbing her hard, before his mind was awash in bright colors that radiated from the girl, he was clutching. Images began to swim in that mess of colors.

He was finding it hard to breathe as his anger faded away. He could see and hear what he had wanted most. It gave him answers, and he didn't know how it was possible. Then warmth filled his body with a sense of completion settled, then there was cold, and he could see the room around him again. He was on his knees on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, which was blurry.

Lifting a hand, he touched his face to feel it was wet. Tears, he was crying as the images came back to him. In that instant, he knew what her particular psychic power was. Shaking, he just stared at this girl, Delphi, and seeing her gasping for air as her body was wracked with pain as she started to cough. Looking down to where he had grabbed her, Rael saw on her arm a black line snaking its way up it — blending in with others, as he followed it until he was at her shoulder.

There he saw an inch wide section of her hair go from midnight black to a pale yellow that was similar to his hair. Still, in a daze, he tilted his head to look around, seeing that everyone was gathered around them. Frankenstein was saying something that he didn't quite hear as he looked to the Noblesse, who was holding Delphi in his arms.

As he watched Frankenstein leave with Seira and Cadis, the sound came back slowly. He hadn't realized that he couldn't even hear his heartbeat. Blinking his eyes as Karias filled his vision.

"Are you okay, Rael?" he asked.

Giving a small nod of his head, Rael looked at Karias for a few seconds before trying to speak, "She... gave me an answer to one of the questions I had."

It was all he got out as he pushed himself to stand, needing to be away from them all. The room felt so small and closed in. Without excusing himself, he made his way up to the small balcony on the second floor. Where he leaned over the rail, letting those images flow through his mind, hearing the words again. Only to feel the hot burn of tears as they fell down his face. He missed his brother and was now what he always wanted to be the head of the house. At that moment, he felt so insignificant and lost.

TBC!