Of Returns and Disguises
Word Count: 300
"Absolutely not – I forbid it! Last time you managed to sneak out without my knowledge and it ended in disaster. How could you let my master be subjected to such… disrespect?" Frankenstein seethed with anger, standing his ground in the face of the unpredictable menace that was the Lord.
"That is the reason why we are going to wear these disguises. The poor humans were frightened of our appearance and thought we had come to harm them. It will be different this time," the Lord insisted with a charming smile, willing the blond human to understand his reasoning.
"With all due respect, Lord – you are delusional. How in the world can you call these jet black suits inconspicuous? They look like garments a Death God would wear. Wherever did you find them?" Frankenstein questioned with a droll tone, shaking his head at the lord's pigheadedness.
"The Royard clan leader was kind enough to lend them to us. Are they not exquisite?" the Lord returned with a satisfied grin.
"Give up, Frankenstein. The Lord is determined to visit the human world once more," a black clad figure sighed with resignation, drawing the human's attention.
"Is that you, Gejutel? You look more like a thief in that skin-tight attire," Frankenstein snorted with amusement at the sight of Gejutel dressed in a tight black suit that left nothing to the imagination.
"The Loyard clan did not account for Gejutel's size unfortunately. But, look, Raskreia is cute as a button!" the Lord waved a hand in dismissal as he fawned over his daughter. Raskreia splayed her arms wide, the black cloth spreading like wings around her as she made a small twirl.
Don't you mean bat, you madman? Frankenstein cocked his head in exasperation, but chose to keep his mouth shut on this occasion.
Of Tricks and Grudges
Word Count: 150
"Urokai – how dare you try to pull that trick on my master?" Frankenstein exclaimed in the verge of losing his control, tendrils of black shadow engulfing his form.
"You have no right to chastise me when you forced a blood bond in the same manner!" the redheaded noble argued passionately, pinning the scientist with a deathly glare, and Frankenstein couldn't contain his rage any longer.
A shrill sound reverberated in the chamber as the blond human shattered the incriminating cup to legion little pieces, spilling its contents to the pristine floor without care. Slight traces of blood could be detected mixed in the dark liquid. Raizel's gaze focused on the spilled tea, displeasure at having wasted such good tea shimmering behind the indifference.
"Urokai," the Noblesse called, "do you have a grudge against tea?"
"It's the tea that should have a grudge against him," Frankenstein taunted the noble with contempt.
Of Secrecy and Attention
Word Count: 150
"Father, may I ask why we must wear a mask? I understand that we specialize in stealth, but that does not explain the need for a mask. We can simply hide in the shadows if we wish to remain unseen," Rajak asked with slight confusion.
"You can discard the mask when you are amongst friends, but you must always wear it in public," Ragar replied in all seriousness before he continued.
"This rule was established by the first Kertia clan leader. As you know, the Lord is quite fond of banquets and lively gatherings. We attract too much attention without the mask, and that goes against the clan's policies," Ragar explained tiredly.
"Attention?" Rajak repeated with a small frown, not really understanding.
"Female attention," Ragar clarified for his son's sake.
You are still young, Rajak, Ragar mused with a faint chuckle at his son's puzzled expression after his last comment.