Tombé Dans La Luxure

by The.Benevolent.Void.Mistress

Eden and Rowan are LITERALLY from two different worlds, but they still manage to become friends and get into trouble and cause shenanigans. And they also manage to kill some useless mortals along the way for some laughs, as well as seduce their fair share of delectable men and woman Come and see them do it all. This story is rated M for language, sexual humor and situations. :)

4. Dolls Demons and Angels Oh My Pt 2

{Tombé Dans La Luxure}

(This is an OC centric story!)

(Run away if you don't like OCs!)

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/Chapter 3-Part 2\\

By: The Mistress and Phoenix-Of-Starlight

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'What a stroke of luck!' thought the angel gleefully. With practiced ease she flicked her long ebony hair over her shoulder, effectively catching the blonde mans attention. She didn't need to look at him to know his eyes were roving over every ample curve her angelic body possessed with hunger. And then out of nowhere he grabbed her hand and kissed it before giving her a look that she was sure had charmed many many ladies into his arms and no doubt his bed. And to her slight surprise he started spouting off overly sugary words about her physical appearance. About how her hair was, "Darker than the ravens wing," and how her eyes, "Were brighter than any sapphire hoped to be," and how her skin could, "Put all ivory to shame." She stared at him with obvious amusement shining in her eyes. 'Well he certainly knows how to flatter a lady.' She thought humorously. While he was busy writhing in his self indulged fantasies of her she stealthily reached forward and plucked his watch from its pocket with him none the wiser. She'd just slipped the watch down the front of her dress to join the ruby ring when the flamboyant man finally came back into himself.

"My dear sweet robin, how rude of me not to introduce myself, I am Aleister Chamber the Viscount of Druitt. The pleasure is all mine I assure you." He said with a predatory smile, though he had no idea he was trying to prey on an even more dangerous predator in disguise. 'Foolish mortal.' The angel thought contemptuously in her mind but on the outside she giggled cutely and batted her eyelashes and said in a breathy voice, "Well it was certainly lovely meeting you Mr. Chamber-oh-Viscount of Druitt but it appears your carriage is here, plus I'm in a bit of a rush so I better be going, good-bye~." And before the Viscount could try to persuade her to stay she turned and walked away at a quick but steady pace. She rounded a corner before slipping into a narrow alley and walking until she came to another opening that was barren of any people. She stopped and pulled out the pocket watch and decided to look it over to make sure it was 100% gold, which thankfully it was. It was also very beautifully crafted, with a large five petal flower with vines and leaves surrounding it carved into the lid and thin gold hands and golden numerals on the inside and a deep red face to complete the very luxurious look this particular time piece had. Even the angel knew this watch probably cost enough to feed a lower class family for a number of years, which just made her smile at how materialistic these dreadful humans can really be.

The angel clicked the watch closed and returned it to between her generous breasts before leaving the thin alley and deciding to go left. The angel knew she should hurry and get more gold before Rowan woke up and thought she abandoned him there. Goodness knows he probably won't even notice the note she left on the wall even though it's in plain sight. 'I swear that boy is so oblivious sometimes.' The angel thought fondly. She drifted through thoughts of earlier when she suddenly remembered that absolutely mouth watering contract demon with the red eyes. She was recalling how well his butler suit fit to his body when she noticed she was no longer walking on a rough road but through thin woods. She idly mused that she should probably pay more attention to where she was going and was about to turn around and head back to London when she saw the top of a building, and when she got further along she saw there was a rough path forming so she followed it. It let to a lovely estate that sported a blue roof. And surrounding the large manor were roses of every color. It was quite a beautiful piece of architecture that was well taken care of by its owners no doubt. But its beauty couldn't distract the angel from the bitter musky smell that faintly reminded her of wildfire. Demons. The place practically reeked of demon, and from the smell of it more than one demon, which is rather odd considering demons tended to work alone rather than in pairs or groups, though sometimes lesser demons will sort of latch onto demons who are much more powerful than they. You could liken it to how remoras attach themselves to the bottom of sharks.

Regardless of the fact this place was nearly teeming demons Eden continued forward, making double sure her heavenly aura was nonexistent as she strolled down a white stone path. Just as she leaned down and breathed in the sweet scent of a particularly pretty blue rose she felt the aura of a lightweight demon quickly approach. He was behind her in seconds and when she turned from admiring the foliage she saw an adorable young man with plum colored hair with a fringe that was swept to the right and red eyes and a blank face. He was watching her intently but didn't speak a word and Eden caught him staring at her chest for longer than was deemed appropriate but just smiled and chose not to say anything. Eden smiled at him sweetly and said, "This garden is truly beautiful, whoever takes care of it must have a superb green thumb." The angel noticed a quick flicker of emotion flash through the demons eyes before it was gone. The purple haired young man just tilted his head to the right slightly as if he was asking who she was, so the angel smiled wider and introduced herself. "Hello dear, my name is Eden Bishop and it's a pleasure to meet you, I was just admiring the flowers." She waited for the young man to introduce himself but he remained as silent as before. Eden frowned and asked him why he wouldn't introduce himself after she did, and instead of replying he looked around them as if to make sure they really were alone and once he was satisfied they were the only ones in the garden he stood on his tip toes and whispered in her ear, "My name is Thompson and I am the gardener here at the Trancy Manor."

The angel smiled but then frowned again and said, "Well it is wonderful to meet you Thompson but why are you whispering while we are alone?" To which the gardener replied in a whisper, "My master forbade me from speaking loud enough to where he can hear me." Eden's eyebrows drew together in confusion before asking Thompson if her master was near by. He shook his head 'no' and whispered that he was currently out. Upon hearing of the masters lack of presence the angel grinned and said cheekily, "Well then darling doesn't that mean you can speak normally now since there is no way for him to hear you?" The gardener just stood there a moment with a blank look on his face before he seemed to think on it and finally he spoke out clearly, "Well yeah I guess you're right then." The only response he got to that was a cheerful laugh from the dark haired angel. Thompson seemed to realize something so he spoke up and asked Eden what she was doing trespassing on the Earls property and she told him she was looking for materials because she's making something.

He nodded and said, "I don't care what you do but just don't let anyone other than me see you or the brat will probably have Claude, his butler, torture and kill you." Eden's eyes widened and her eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline at his words. So the master of this house was a sadist it seemed. But then something caught her attention.

"Who exactly did you mean when you said 'brat'? The master's son?" she asked curiously.

Thompson shook his head, "No the master is only 14 and an Earl so he is the master of the house, but he's still just an insufferable little brat."

Eden laughed at how he was speaking of his master but quieted when he turned away from her and looked up at the mansion and held a finger to his lips to signal the angel to be quiet. They stood still as statues for a split second before he turned back to Eden and grabbed her dainty hand and dragged her back to the woods where she had come in at. He let go of her hand and told her that the brat and his butler were back and that if she didn't want to see the inside of the master's dungeon then she's keep out of sight. And as he was turning back to manor he stopped and asked her what she had been searching for earlier. The angel blinked at his abrupt change of topic before saying she had been looking for pure gold, that she needed it so she can finish her sculpture, more or less. Thompson raised an eyebrow before nodding his head and walking back to the manor and he shot a quick, "Wait here a moment." Over his shoulder before he was gone from sight.

She was slightly confused with the demons odd behavior though curious enough to do as asked, so Eden leaned back against a tree and waited. She had waited for far longer than a 'moment' and was about to leave, thinking the red eyed demon had forgotten she was waiting, when she felt said demons aura approaching. Thompson rushed into the thicket of trees he had left her in and came up to her and without speaking placed a medium sized box that was about 7"x12" and made of dark red wood, and ironically enough it had angels carved on the top, in her hands, pushing it forward for her to take. Eden looked from the wooden box to the demon in the silent question, 'What is this?' The demon just blinked and unclasped the box and opened it to reveal that it was a jewelry box that was filled to the brim with sparkling jewelry and she vaguely noticed the inside lid had a mirror on it. Eden's eyes widened rather comically at the sight of the treasure in the box; because that's what it looked like. It looked startlingly similar to a pirates treasure chest. It was mostly gold but there were a few scattered pieces of silver in the mix. It was rings, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, brooches, hair pins, hair combs, a couple hat pins, and different little ornaments which were probably worn in a ladies hair. And while some were just plain gold others were decorated to the teeth with gems, stones, pearls, and crystals. And Eden could tell it was all 100% real because they all glittered, not a single piece in the box was dull in any way.

She looked away from the jewelry box and back to Thompson who had a sort of expectant look on his face, like he waiting to hear what she had to say about what he was giving her. She smiled and asked if he was giving her the box and all the jewelry within and he simply nodded. A thought cropped up in the angels head about the demons gift to her so she asked. "Where did you get this Thompson, surely this isn't your jewelry box." The blue eyed angel said coyly. Thompson shook his head and opened his mouth to speak but snapped it shut abruptly and tilted his head to the right like he was listening for something before he leaned down to her ear and whispered, "It belonged to the Lady Trancy, but she's dead now so you can have it." Eden's eyes widened briefly before a smile far too sinister for an angel graced her lips. She sat the dark wooden box down safely before she moved in close to Thompson and stared down at him, because she was a generous 6'2" in her female form and that was when she would forgo heels, with her dark smile still in place. She giggled when she saw that his eyes trailed over her face and down her neck before resting on her chest.

Deciding to be bold she leaned down and melded her lips with his. His eyebrows disappeared into his fringe and his eyes widened when their lips met before he closed his eyes and pressed forward, kissing back with fervor. Eden smiled into the now heated kiss before running her dainty hands up Thompson's chest before resting them on his firm pecs and pushing him back until he was pressed onto a random tree with her pressed onto him. Their tongues started to wrestle with each other in a slippery dance while their hands roamed over each others bodies, both so caught up in each other that they didn't notice the two male demons approaching them until a cough broke through the fog of lust that had engulfed them. Eden gasped and pulled away from the thoroughly disheveled Thompson to see two almost copies of him standing about ten feet away wearing smirks as they watched them, and when she thought 'almost copies' she was being serious. They both looked almost exactly like Thompson but their hair was parted different, the one on the left hand his fringe swept in the direction opposite Thompson's and the one on the right had his hair fall to a point in the center on his forehead. Their hair was what kept them looking even marginally different it seemed.

While someone…normal…wouldn't have given the idea of triplets a second thought Eden was biting her lip to keep from moaning at the realization that there were three identical men standing before her. Not just one or two but three! Knowing that if she continued along this particular train of thought she'd never return to the tower and finish her little doll, she pulled away from Thompson, well she tried to but when she went to pull away she noticed he hand one arm around her waist and one hand firmly planted on her breast, confirming without a shadow of a doubt that Thompson was a 'tit-man', he just couldn't seem to help himself around her. 'Or maybe he is grabby like this around all woman.' thought the angel idly as she tried to untangle herself from the clingy demon. She pulled and tugged and eventually broke out into giggles when he just pulled her back and buried his face in her chest. She would have continued laughing at the cute little demon but she felt her hair clip start to give out before it finally broke open and her hair fell from its quick holding spot to tumble down to the mossy earth below. Eden huffed in annoyance and tried to return her hair to its former place upon her head but couldn't do much with Thompson firmly attached to her.

"Thompson dear, my hair has come apart and I need to fix it, and I can't do that until you let go." He pulled back enough so she could see the top half of his face but the bottom half remained hidden in her chest. His eyebrows furrowed before he reluctantly removed himself from her warmth and looked over to his still smirking brothers. He motioned them to come over with one hand while he lifted the angel's hair gently to keep it from touching the ground and like they'd done it a million times before they combed her incredibly long hair out and braided it and then twisted the long braid around her head to mimic a crown and let the rest of the braid hang over her shoulder. Thompson brought the jewelry box over and opened it so she could see herself in the mirror within. She looked herself over with a critical eye before smiling a bright smile and lunging forward and grabbing all three of the triplets in a suffocating hug. All three of the plum haired demons got their face pressed into some part of the angels impressive breasts as she cooed out sweet words in regards on the beautiful job they did on her hair. It's a good thing that demons don't really need to breath or else they would have passed out from lack of air b now. That being said, the angel finally let them go when she heard a shrill male voice scream coming from the direction of the lavish mansion. The triplets cringed and turned and started walking back up the path when Eden spoke up, "Wait, I never got your brothers names. Won't you introduce yourself to a lady?" she said with a voiced seeped in honey.

With almost eerie precision they simultaneously faced her and had a quick whispered conversation before the other two stepped forward and whispered their names loud enough for her to hear but low enough to remain unheard by anyone in the mansion, demon hearing or no. The one with the fringe swept opposite Thompson's introduced himself as Canterbury and the one with the fringe centered in the middle said he was called Timber. She smiled coyly at the three brothers and dipped low in a curtsy and said, "Hello Timber, hello Canterbury; it's an absolute pleasure making your acquaintance, my name is Eden." They nodded once more in sync then sped off towards the manor where the shriek came from without a backwards glance, leaving the angel in the thicket. When they were gone from view the slightly 'fallen' angel smiled a knowing little smile and said with nearly unrestrained glee, "I think those three are under the impression that I am also a demon, and now that I think on it I should probably be more worried about that then I actually am." She said before she picked up Thompson's little gift and started back to the tower, glad she had everything she needed to finish her sweet (though sad) little doll.

****Earlier with Rowan after Eden left****

Rowan was sleeping away the morning, in too deep a sleep to worry about work because he was incredibly exhausted from the training Eden had put him through just the other day. And despite the popular belief from all the other trainees and even some of the higher ups Eden wasn't teaching him anything perverted, though in the beginning she had tried to but stopped after he put his foot down and told her 'no!'. She was however teaching him to better his reflexes and how to better control his shape shifting abilities. And it wasn't at all easy, it was actually very difficult. It was true he was getting better every time he trained with the angel but man did it suck up all his energy. During their last session he had completely changed his outer appearance. He'd shifted his skin to be the color of caramel and his eyes to be the color of burned chocolate. His hair fell flat against his head and darkened to a murky brown while his face morphed into the typical features of a man from India. And the most amazing thing was that he made himself taller, six inches taller to be exact. And he'd been so pleased with himself for the amazing change and thought nothing of it when Eden only smirked a little and told him to hold that look for as long as he could. He scoffed at that, thinking that it would be no problem for him, but about five minutes in he'd started to sweat.

He'd relaxed himself and taken deep breaths to keep a hold of the faux visage but fifteen minutes later he was shaking with the effort to keep his new height and looks. And sadly thirty minutes after that he'd collapsed and reverted back to his original form, panting and dripping sweat all while Eden circled him slowly like a shark and giggled condescendingly. When he'd regained enough energy to he'd barked out, "What's so damn funny?!" upset with the angel for laughing at him. He did not enjoy being laughed at like he was some stupid clown. Eden stopped laughing at just stared down at him, her gaze unwavering as she looked in his eyes. Rowan shuddered at the look because no matter how much he liked to think otherwise, this angel was very dangerous. She was fallen, she didn't broadcast it like others would but he knew she was very powerful too, how powerful he wasn't sure but she was powerful enough to eviscerate a demon in under ten seconds. And even Mr. Spears has a fair amount of respect for the angel and he is very hard to get respect from. The only person Mr. Spears shows the utmost respect to is The Undertaker, the most legendary of all the shinigami, all words from Mr. Spears involving The Undertaker are as positive as possible. As far as Mr. Spears is concerned The Undertaker can and will do no wrong. To Rowan Mr. Spears has an almost 'hero-complex' in regards to The Undertaker.

Rowan has never met The Undertaker but he's seen the large white stone statue of him when he was a reaper that graces the front entrance of the Reaper Library plenty of times. Rowan wondered just how old Eden was. He never asked because she looked no older than twenty-two and acted younger so he always just assumed she was a bit older than him but now that he thought about it she had to have been pretty old. If Mr. Spears shows her respect at all then she's got to be older than him because he always respected his elders (The Undertaker, the council, ect) and the way she can so easily shift her form and hold it for days even was a huge sign of her power. And she had been doing a considerably larger deal of work than he had. While he shifted just his looks she changed her looks but also her gender as well, and that dealt with a lot more than just the skin and bones but the adding and subtracting of important organs. That's on a whole different level of difficulty then he'll be ready to try for a long time and he knew that. But right now he didn't have to think about how far Eden outclassed him in power and stamina, he didn't have to think about anything other than getting some serious rest and relaxation.

He would have continued to sleep well into the evening had Eden not come back and loudly slammed open the door to the work room, thoroughly startling the previously snoozing reaper wide awake. Heart pounding, Rowan shifted bleary eyes around the room, temporarily forgetting where he was. A moment later he remembered all too clearly he was sleeping on a dusty old table in an old abandoned doll craft room. He sat up and dazedly noticed some red material was covering him like a makeshift blanket and wondered where it came from before brushing that thought off in favor of watching Eden hum a happy tune to herself as she sat a reddish brown down on the table next to her incomplete dolls body. Yawning, the reaper hopped down off the table to amble over and see what Eden was doing but gasped loudly when Eden opened the box. It was full of gold and jewels and little whatnots and doodads and jewelry that probably cost a small fortune.

Unable to hold in his shock Rowan choked out, "W-where on earth did you get all this?!"

Eden giggled and said in an overly flirtatious tone, "A demon gave it all to me~" she said it in such a cheeky tone that Rowan knew he had to know the obviously interesting story behind her acquiring this box of riches.

He raised an eyebrow in a feigned blasé manner and said, "Okay spill, why would a demon give an angel anything but instant death?"

The slightly fallen angel hummed a pleased noise in the back of her throat and started going through the box and fishing out pieces of gold to finish her doll's golden head and Rowan thought that she was just going to ignore the question but then she chuckled and said in an overly pleased tone, "Well it may have had something to do with the amazing snogging I delivered him but more or less it probably boiled down to him and his two twin brothers thinking I'm a demon like them."

The shocked silence was absolutely deafening. Rowan was too shocked to do anything other than gape like a fish. He seriously could not believe three demons, three, had thought an angel was a demon! Those are literally two completely different beings for goodness sake! 'Maybe it's because she's a fallen angel.' The reaper thought, trying to rationalize the information Eden had given him. And the angel seemed so unconcerned about the fact three demons confused her with their own kind; she simply turned around and started to mold more gold onto the doll's head. Rowan watched in stunned silence, still trying to figure the enigmatic angel out, as she finished the doll head and started filling it with…flower petals? 'Well I guess it's better than being filled with what it was filled with before.' He thought listlessly, remembering the dry rotted straw and woodchips that had been infested with termites.

With a heavy sigh Rowan decided to try and put the angel's words out of his mind and just concentrate on what she was doing instead. He silently watched as she finally put the pieces of the doll together and melted them close so the doll wouldn't fall apart. And then she pulled out a beautiful gold pocket watch and started whispering things to it before kissing it. Rowan raised an eyebrow at this but then raised both when the watch started to glow an ethereal blue before fading to normal. Eden cranked the watch and hooked the watch chain so the body of the watch hung on the inside where the heart of a human would be. 'So she needed this watch to replace the old broken one from before and apparently the old rusted watch stood in place for a heart to the doll. But why go to all this trouble for a silly little doll?' The reaper thought, intrigued with Eden's interest with a life size doll. With that out of the way the angel set to work painting every inch of the doll with a modest, pale skin color before going to the windows and throwing them open.

"Why did you open the windows Eden?" asked the multicolored reaper.

Eden turned and smiled and replied, "So he dries faster silly boy." Rowan nodded his head and watched as Eden went back over to the jewelry box and started going through it, looking at different pieces and trying them on. She pulled out a very detailed sapphire necklace and put it on, cooing at her reflection in the mirror in the jewelry box. Rowan raised an unimpressed eyebrow at her and though morosely, 'Of course she not only sunk into the sin of lust but also pride. Great' Rowan watched her play with the priceless trinkets for a good while before she dropped everything and skipped over to the doll.

"Okay!" said the angel excitedly, "He's dry now so let's wake him up and say hello!"

The look Rowan gave her was incredulous at best and dumbstruck awe at worst.

******TBC*****

A/N: hello my lovelies~ second part now up. Third will be up soon!...hopefully~

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