OK, with all honesty...I did this chapter before even reading book 14. Needless to say, when I read book 15...

Let's just say there was a lot of blinking and "OHMIGOD" and "Hey...I must be psychic, kinda..."

It was a very, very cool realization, anyway.

No real spoilers for book 15, no worries.

SAY HELLO TO MY MUSE, EVERYONE! Angellen makes a brief appearance in this chapter, although I must say she was rather upset with me when she realized how I wrote her in. I apologize, Angellen, but...this chapter is done from Dark Cesia's POV...she isn't very nice...

And this was what I was afraid of by switching the rating. I seem to have lost five or so of my "regular" reviewers. In any case...On with the dedication to those of you still reading!!

Dedication: Aquajogger, Hentaikoneko, lisa, Stary Angel1, Sarehptar, Kelsey, Insaneoveranime

::Chapter Six::

I awoke to the scuffling of a female demon, draped in a skin-tight full length dress and eyes that were caked in heavy black liner. Her skin was even paler than mine, it seemed to glow with a pearlescent sheen. It was ghostly white, meeting the black silk with such contrast that it was nearly blinding me. She turned to look at me when she heard a rustle of the the silken sheets, her deep purple lips parting to release a harsh whisper, "Shall I draw you a bath, Lady Cesia?"

Her voice crackled and rasped as if it were a thousand years old, and I pitied her. Her eyes met mine with a fierce pang of jealousy, but far too weak a thing for me to bother with. I was still lying naked beneath the thin silk of my black sheet, the shinning material artfully spread over my body, supple cloth moving to match my curves. My skin felt hot and sticky, and my hair was still damped near the roots, even though it was spread out beneath me in a velvety blanket.

"Lord Nadil," she said, her voice dry as chalk, "Will be back to see you later. He said he wished for you to be rested and pristine once more, when he returned." She looked at me pointedly, her encrusted lashes beating like a dying butterfly.

I took a deep breath, so pleased that my voice was still smooth and soft and satiny, and spoke, "I will bathe now, then." I felt almost as though I should have offered a 'thank you', but dismissed the futile thought as quickly as it had arrived.

She turned, her uniformed black gown swishing as she made her way through a door I hadn't seen the previous night. She swung the door open, and I had to restrain myself from gasping in shock. It was a huge bathroom, with slick black marble floors, flecked with gold and green. The bath itself was quite large, enough to fit five people with ease. It's polished edges were gilded with gold, and there was an enormous curtain that was held on rungs for convenience. It appeared to be made of some kind of rare smoky silk, near transparency but not enough to be revealing, and embroidered with golden dragonflies. The demon twisted the flawless faucets, almost smiling as the liquid poured from the taps, swirling smoke exiting from one of the spots. She bustled on, opening cabinets I wouldn't have seen otherwise, pulling vials from the matching marble shelves. There was a frosted purple bottle, it's contents fizzing unusually as it was removed from it's place. Then green, which bubbled unnaturally, and pink, which changed to a vibrant ruby when placed on the edge of the bath. I watched, awestruck as she poured the liquid into the running water. Each time there was a flash of colored light, and after the red one emptied, the tub stilled eerily. It seemed as if powdered crystals had been poured within, it sparkled so. But then she came out of the bathroom, and once again I caught the glimpse of jealousy as she approached me.

"Your bath is ready," she said, her voice rough as sandpaper, and even as she spoke I could feel the exiting steam caress my skin. As soon as I had risen from the bed, she began to strip it, pulling off the sheets and downy pillow cases to reveal blackened material beneath. She had thought better of wrinkling her nose, I noted, for I knew the soiled cloth was still dampened. Bare and exposed, I held my head high as I made my way into the gorgeous bathroom. After all, Nadil's Queen must act dignity-at-all-times, mustn't she?

The minute I entered the room I was savagely beaten with a thousand intoxicating scents. The room was heavenly, clouds of perfume hovered in a light-blue haze near the ceiling, and it was almost as if I were outside, about to dip into a hot spring. As I pulled myself into the water, I nearly gasped. This bath, obviously charmed, was incredible. It was as if I was getting a full body massage by simply slipping into the tub. I was reclining in the ecstasy when,

"Shall I wash your hair now, Lady Cesia?"

I suppressed a grumble and turned myself in the froth to stare at her. There was the nameless, would-be-faceless-if-not-for-the-eye-liner maid, her dress boasting far too much cleavage for her minute cup size. I bit my lip to restrain from a word of hissing spite, although I'm not too sure why.

"Yes," I ground out, sinking still lower into the tub. "Please do."

As she began to work on my long dark hair, three of her cronies appeared. While they scrubbed and polished and primped me, I wondered if she had called them for such a task, or if they just knew instinctively. Either way, they were high-class, well trained demons. But then again, Nadil would have only the best, would he not?

"Angellen," came a velvet voice, drifting undistorted into the room, bouncing off the walls and sparkling like a million bubbles. "Get out." the tune finished, leaving the residue of tarnished poison to cling to the walls of my surroundings, coating everything but me in thick tar. So my maid wasn't nameless. Angellen, huh? The name piqued my interest, my thoughts racing in a million particles, searching endlessly for the source and meaning of the word. Finding the name deep within the heavy cabinets of my mind, my eyes widened at the meaning, making me shiver in the steaming liquid. Angellen...it was from an ancient language I had thought died out with the fallen fairies, their molten personalities at the fault of their demise.

It meant 'to die'.

'Death' and her followers had left the room, and I could hear her muttering softly, but the words did not meet my ears, my comprehension limited. "My Lord," were the only audible words I managed to catch from my occupation in the tub. Nadil was back? Oh, good Lord. I rolled my eyes, watching the shadow creep closer and closer to me. But when it arrived, it wasn't Nadil.

It was Shyrendora.

:::End of Chapter Six:::

A/N: Angellen is a Native American word, taken from the Lenni Lenape language. (Yes, I am Lenape by blood) the full definition is taken from , my father's website, and is as follows: "Angellen, to die; (lit., going to decay, may be applied to animate objects during life. A.)" Pronounciation is also different, not being "Angel-N", but "Angle-EN"...well, more of an "ah" on the A, but...ok, I'll stop. On with personalized dedications!

Yes, I know Nadil wants Raseleane as his queen, not Cesia, but dark Cesia is rather arrogant, so there you go. And sorry for the semi-cliffy...

Aqua: Too bad. I can promise you more raunchiness, though. Besides, I wrote that Thachel NC-17 lemon. What more do you want?

Hentai & K-chan: glomps I love you guys! very supportive, me very appreciating.

Lisa/Kelsey: LISA!!! KELSEY!!! thank you guys so much, I want to be a romance novelist. Working on it...

Stary Angel1: thank you!

Sarehptar: I LOVE that pic! It is SO Nadil... But yes, poor Saabel. I have this theory for that scene...but it'll come into play later in this fic, so...

I hope I am keeping everyone in character! Please tell me if something is off or if someone is OOC. I want to keep them all in check.

My 50th reviewer is.....

Insaneoveranime!: Were ye in a Bri'ish mood when ye sent tha' review? An' yes, aye do agree with the creepiness level that Cesia/Nadil brings. However, aye wanted to do a chapter with Dark Cesia, as aye had never seen her used before, so it was necessary for the ongoin' of the fic. Never fear, R/C will remain the tru'st pairin' 'ere! (Remember me summary? "A story about the true power of love..." ...Guess which two pe'ple THAT'S talking 'bout...) an' Cesia should switch back t' normal by next chapter. Aye dunna ken wha' it's gonna be abou', bu' am strangely remind'd of me last trip to Loch Ness...An' Edinburgh, come t' tha'. Hard'r to write in a Scot'sh accent, you see. 'ope I kept true t' me roots an' di'n't mangle i' too much.

Insaneoveranime, you lucky dog, you. As my 50th reviewer, I am dedicating (donating, presenting, giving, etc) you a (short) fic of your very own! I am assuming you wish for it to be an R/C story, but contact me (in either a review or an email) with more details, and I will present it too you as soon as I write it. enjoy!

I would give out fanart, but I am a crap artist, so...

REVIEW EVERYONE!

Please?

My next chapter will come out as soon as I finish it, but school is starting up and I will not even be on the island again until the 21...when I leave for camp until the 23...

Lady Dragonnaine