Opid
It had been a week and a half since their dinner party with the two Prince Demons, Aiko, and Undertaker. An affair that seemed to mark the beginning of a new period in time for them. Now the raven sat again in his masters' room during Aiko's extended rehearsal. She would be in dance for the rest of the afternoon and receive a late dinner in the kitchen with the others. He was rather proud of her performances in rehearsal so far and was glad she showed a little passion for it.
Small French sweets littered the table around them that remained untouched. "How was Schönbrunn? I have not been since the Emperor initially built it, and it was only a hunting lodge then." Lucifer asked as he idly sipped the strong brewed Indian tea the youngest demon had made.
Asmodeus smiled at his own cup as he watched the young raven formulate his words. "Considerably pleasant. I was forced to do the speaking even though the German i knew was a few hundred years vintage and very different from the Austrian they spoke. Aiko and i learned the violin with Franz Biber and i was dragged into a couple other things such as fencing, poetry, and architecture. Of course i exceled in these fields over the humans." he smiled softly taking a sip of his tea.
The blonde raised his cup to gesture towards him and drink. "It seems you have also become quite adept in the kitchen as well." Asmodeus snickered with a smirk.
"Well, you would be the one to know i have always been good with making things." he replied implying many things with his arched brow.
His master laughed and set his cup down in order to reach over and pull his long lost child over by the collar of the raven's silk under shirt. "I do know, i taught you, my child. I merely meant to imply improvement in the culinary arts rather than that of the body" Asmodeus grinned and kissed him open mouthed, which the lower ranked demon easily complied with. Moments passed before they parted with a boisterous rumble of laughter. "But im not sure which tastes better!" Asmodeus smiled smoothing the dark haired man's hair back into order. The raven was only wearing a white silk under shirt and black breeches- his cravat, coat, shoes, and wig were unnecessary when he was in their company so he had them in the closet at the time. Yet he was the most dressed there. Asmodeus only wore a pair of peasant slacks and Lucifer had a red velvet robe that covered his muscular build but for his chest and lower legs. Supposedly the two had not really bothered to get dressed at all today and remained indecent. It didn't matter though, the raven considered them as the closest thing to 'family' he had, and only if the term was used loosely.
The eldest might as well of rolled his eyes with the exasperated face he made. "Just dont knock over the tea if you are going to have sex on the table, i would rather not have to suffer for your mess." he sighed sipping coolly.
Asmodeus grinned with a mischievous glint in his eye as he moved over to straddle Lucifer and take the cup out of his hand. "Are you feeling left out, Lucy? You know i enjoy you best. İm just so excited over seeing the kid again after so long. İts been since what, the bubonic plague?" he pouted setting the cup down far away from the edge of the table.
"A decade after the end, yes. We lost track." he specified with a displeased, stern look.
Asmodeus feigned an exaggerated sigh. "So long! But i still want you way, way more, Lucy." he said running his thumb over Lucifer's lower lip. "Please?"
The brown haired man sighed and pushed the blonde lust demon off of his lap with a grunt. The raven couldn't help but snigger inwardly as Asmodeus begged like a dog, half naked on the floor clutching Lucifer's knees to look up at him with a childish pouty face. Their antics never changed. After a long stretch of pitiful looks, Lucifer reached down to grasp Asmodeus' throat and kiss him roughly. He dominated the shorter man that knelt before him with an almost violent embrace. İt took quite a few moments before he released the gasping blonde and retrieved his tea.
The raven smiled at the obvious triumph glittering in his master's eye. Lucifer was a hard man to get. He was still proud, strong, and a bit arrogant like he was in the old times, the age before The Fall. İts almost as if he believed retaining his angelic personality that he might retain his dignity as well. You had to grovel to stroke his ego, but not too much or he would become angered by being reminded of what they used to be. As far back as the fall, Asmodeus was the only man skilled enough to seize his attentions.
"I think the kid feels left out now." his blonde master chuckled turning to see the small smile that had been so characteristic of him long ago. He had truly lost it until Aiko came along... And now his mentor was back.
Lucifer shook his head with mild exasperation. "You are a pitiful one track minded creature, Asmo." he said pouring himself another glass.
The man mentioned just grinned happily and leaned up to mouth Lucifer's crotch through the velvet fabric. When no resistance met him, he moved aside the robe and proceeded to expertly suck him off. Lucifer's face changed a little but only if you knew him well enough would you be able to notice the slight shift in his countenance, and the raven had known him a long time. "So" Lucifer spoke evenly while he carded his finger through blonde locks. "Your child, Aiko is having her first performance next week?" he said as if nothing was wrong with getting a blow job while you were talking to someone else.
"Mmm, yes. She will be one of the backup dancers in Lully's little midday concert next Sunday." the raven replied sipping his tea with an amused smile. "It's too bad she won't be performing with L'Roi this time around." he offered a bit curiously.
The older nodded absently. "Louis is a good dancer, for a gorgio." he smiled jokingly.
"Well, if we were all gypsies we would not be here at the moment, would we?" Lucifer raised a contradictory brow. "Point taken. But only human nomads can be gypsies and we dont fit that criteria." he amended.
Lucifer nodded agreement. "Blood lines aside, this is an interesting place to stop. İ was almost tempted to move on but Asmodeus begged to stay for one of the King's dances. İ tell you, L'Roi Danse. İ find his 'balance' intriguing." he paused a moment then added: "and if we were all what are blood dictated, you would be very sedentary and i-"
Suddenly, to cut off that train of down spiraling thought, Asmodeus sped up his ministrations and made Lucifer cum with a light grunt. He eagerly swallowed the ejaculated semen before pulling away to clean up any missed spots and put the robe back in its proper place. "Tastes like cake." he chuckled licking his lips hungrily with a pleased glance at his student.
"Then share it, you greedy thing" he smirked back knowing his master was showing off and effectively controlling the situation.
Lucifer sighed again. "Then let them have cake!" Asmodeus exclaimed sitting back in his chair.
The raven smiled pulled his master over to thoroughly invade his mouth with his tongue. Once he had a good taste of the salty (yet angelically sweet) flavour of Lucifer, he pulled away and ran his tongue along his lower lip. "Hmm, you are rather sweet, Lucifer." he drawled.
The man mentally face palmed at the antics. "Honestly, i feel like i am in the company of sex deprived children." he lamented half seriously. "Back to the topic. We will make sure we attend her performance."
The raven nodded his head graciously. "Thank you. İ am sure she will appreciate your support." he said looking down at his cup.
"Besides, i am very curious about her. You wouldn't mind telling me how you came to be living with a human child, especially one so noble?" he continued eyeing the man who eluded his gaze.
He chuckled softly. "In all actuality, Aiko is an abandoned Nepali street rat Undertaker brought home. Lost puppies tend to want lost puppy friends." the raven haired demon smirked. The Undertaker did resemble a puppy those stupid, dumb creatures. "So i took on the job of caring for the delusional child and raised her like royalty. She has gotten quite spoilt recently, though." he summed up shortly.
"Rags to riches, hm? Do you plan on consuming her?" Asmodeus cut in, evidently finding humour in the abridged truth.
The brunette nodded his head with a sharp eye. "Yes, what are your plans for the child?" Lucifer asked with a serious yet amused look on his face. This meant he was easily tipped because he expected a certain answer but wanted to hear you out first.
The raven smiled easily. "I plan on raising her into something special and then take her. This way i can shape my meal personally." he answered smoothly avoiding an apocalypse. Luckily he was a wonderful devilish liar and Lucifer smiled his approval warmly. Light hearted banter filled the remainder of their afternoon tea, nothing serious or encroaching upon bad topics. The time soon came to bid goodnight to his masters so that he could pick Aiko up from Danse. "I will come again next time i am free, Asmo." the raven promised them with gentle kisses before he vanished.
A considerable distance away the Shinigami poised outside the door of the Danse Academé looked at the suddenly manifested demon with the sad eyes of a kicked puppy. He had been acting like a sulking child since the raven left him to wake up alone the night after their first mildly consensual encounter in a long time. Undertaker couldn't really be that upset over the little rebellion, the demon thought to him. Not that he cared really if Undertaker was happy or not. So the now fully clothed raven stood next to his silent partner and waited patiently to escort their child back to the rooms.
And, to their surprise, she did not come out. After an eternity of waiting it was mutually understood to enter and check up on her. Neither said a word as they slipped unnoticed through the doors, quieter than the plague. İnside and off in a spare room they found Aiko struggling frustratedly with her form. They watched as she pulled up on her toes gracefully to glide across a short distance. Her curved paths like the orbit of the heavens became faster. Small embellishments gave way to an attempted swirl at point. That was her flaw. The slight way her ankle was positioned stripped her of her balance. Her feet could not properly recover that way to allow the full flourish of completion. An angry growl practically ripped from her lips as she practiced the maneuver again to the same results.
Compelled to help her and return a small smile to her face, the raven shucked off his overcoat onto the Undertaker and strode up to her. She did not greet him but her eyes fastened to his feet. The demon copied her routine with more perfection and beauty than she; minding to pull in his foot at the right angle and continue the intended arc she could not complete. He came to rest next to her for a moment before both moved together as one. Her gaze never left his feet she was trying so desperately to emulate. The first of these she stumbled, the second she minutely faltered, the third she twirled off it in tandem with her Angel. But no smile came.
"dear Mary, that was beautiful." a female voice lilted in. "where did you come by such grace?" the demon turned to see a young Frenchwoman, sturdy built but thin as a willow branch, standing in the doorway next to Undertaker. Behind her stood a lively looking man who stood with a hand on the shinigami's dark swathed shoulder with an intrigued look on his features.
The demon bowed his respects and gratitude at the compliment. "Mon Cherie, thank you. İ learned in Austria with my daughter during our visit to Schönbrunn." he replied with a silky smooth voice. He knew Aiko was feeling awe for this woman in the way her eyes showed adulation and jealousy watching her come forward to greet them closer.
The woman was quite handsome. Blonde haired and green eyed with the obvious body of a well-practiced dancer. Ah, she must either be a troupe member or a teacher here, he surmised. A warm smile graced the lips gently kissing her proffered delicate hand. She looks extremely pleased with his gentlemanly demeanor. "Monsieur Éclair, i have heard so much of you... But the thought you were so proficient in Danse along with the rumors of perfection, i had not believed such until now. Your form is flawless! I must put stock in the tales from now on." she gushed in compliment. So the city was flush with talk of him? How flattering. The woman gasped and smiled apologetically when she realized she had forgotten her manners. "Socre bleu, im sorry! My name is Michelle and this man hiding back by who i presume is Monsieur Fête is our founding director, Monsieur François Gallant Du Désert." Michelle introduced urging the grinning man forward.
With a clasp of hand and kisses of the cheek, François unleashed his praise. "I am with many dancers, almost as wonderful as our great Roi, and you simply washed them all away in a single maneuver! Mon Cher, would you consider joining us for the duration of your stay? We would relish having such a man in our troupe! Le Roi would be pleased to see you perform with us." the dancer and music director propositioned earnestly.
The demon shook his head doubtfully. "Non, i am very busy helping my daughter." he declined politely. Who knew how long they would last here anyways. Hopefully not long and under favorable circumstances, the raven thought somberly. "Though, if you are found in great need, i would be pleased to assist you if my schedule permits." the demon promise with a hypnotizing smile.
"Very well, we hope you change your mind in time, monsieur Éclair" the Musical entertainer smiled disappointedly. His shoulders slumped a little but it didn't wipe away the strong twinkle in his eye that alighted upon Aiko. "dear child, you fixed your form well… You will do well on front row." Du Désert revealed to her just before whisking his dancer girl away through the door.
It was priceless to see how Aiko's face lit up under the strain of her composed mask. Despite her efforts to conceal her excitement were belied by the slight upturn tugging the corner of her mouth and the new light radiating from her trembling figure. She was moved to first row! What an accomplishment in such a short period of study! How proud he was could not begin to be expressed in words. The raven could only simply gather her up warmly to bring her back to their rooms. He was utterly delighted at the achievement.
They passed through the brightly illuminated halls like Gods, it seemed to an observing spectator. Two pale young men who reflected as much light as a mirror; one the embodiment of perfection in a renaissance gentleman while the other flaunted an ephemeral form, always in places no one had seen him approach, and veiled by his unsightly wigged bangs. The two strange men who supposed themselves French but only one had spoken the language, though it was gorgeous beyond fluency. Then betwixt the two Gods strutted the mysterious child. She was certainly more human than her guardians yet so inconceivably cold that she seemed to fit them, though there were screaming subtle differences. She was not a phantom beauty that manifested at will, she had faults, she openly spoke broken French with her instructors, and she was… the only real way to describe her deviation was in a simile. Her guardians were fine swords of art; Éclair forged from magma and cooled in Russian winter, Fête from human breath and the clouds of heaven above the English islands. Both crafted by the same gifted hand. Then mademoiselle Aiko was made long after by an artist seeking to copy the original out of earth and slowly melting ice. That was their crucial divergence beyond appearances. The young girl was a well done parody of the wrong substance.
The musing shadow was awakened from his conclusive analysis by a royal courtier spotting him. "Roi Louis, your daily practice is awaiting you, Baptiste says." The old man spoke in a reserved manner.
The King eyed the old bore listlessly, Another man who cared naught for him and pined for his late mother's conservative ways. "and he sent you to fetch me?" Louis asked in a mockery of his upright tone.
"n-no, only to inform you, Sire." He replied quickly. So even he hid petulance still, the King clucked. With a whir of golden cloth he set off in the opposite direction he was begged to go. He would not be meeting with Lully today or anytime conceivably soon. No matter for dance or private. There was a new person he wanted: Éclair. There was a new nagging of knowledge to be found in that man. Something not right but yet irresistible to lay claim on... to be unraveled like his subjects had been.
It was only a matter of time.
Madam:
Hello, chickadees. Are you interested yet? The plot thickens as the stationary demon draws attention in all tenses. What is Louis XIV's problem, you ask? Let me give you a bit of history. He was raised practically forgotten by his father and controlled by his mother until he received the crown at (16) where he basically said that he was in control and nobody else. No one thought he could do it when he booted out his mother and her cronies from the Government. A year prior to the current date in the story line, she died of breast cancer after chewing him out about not being conservative and having too many hoes.
Now, Jean-Baptiste Lully is important to us. This guy was an Italian Francophile who wanted nothing more than to be a French leader of music in the royal court. He was one of the fathers of the King's beautiful musical dance career and the Father of French Opera. At first, he said it was not ganna happen but, like with comical plays, he gave in. why does the King have problems with his favoured composer that he personally employed and enjoyed? Well, he's really gay… like homosexual and not really happy. His discovered blunders lead to a cold shoulder treatment by the King, a man he likened to a superior friend. From what I have learned I take the weeaboo excuse and say it was sexual tension, politics, old friendship, and religion.
We have a long A/N here so ill just leave it at that~~~ more background info on Versailles Palace life later!