Ruby – Part Eight : SS.

 

 

Zu:  Ruby heard the question that Valmont asked, following what was written on her board. Ruby only seen this words being said and written in letters she would see when killing targets in their homes. She had quite the memory of these words, and surprisingly could write them out too. Ruby came up to Valmont and took his hand, giving a small tug to her direction to indicate that she wanted him to come with. There was no way Ruby would leave Valmont alone, not after what they’ve went through recently. She couldn’t fight the urge to go where her mind was taking her. She never once felt this way before, to try and really find out about herself. Maybe it was Valmont’s kindness that sparked this into her conscious, but that would mean it was there to begin with.

Ruby, once Valmont followed her lead, went to the front gate and looked for the carriage that Valmont used when they first meet. It may be a long journey and unlike herself, Valmont didn’t seem like the type for long distance travel without a little help.

 

Razorbackwriter;  

The Embassy of Hell. 

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The small tug on his hand made Valmont aware that Ruby wished to leave the Embassy and begin a quest of sorts. The only thing was that the Ambassador had just returned to the Embassy, and wasn’t sure if he should just rush off now, what with the orders he had given Zachary. The ambassador frowned for a moment, since he was tied between his duty, and that of his friendship for Ruby. In a way this was like cutting class, running from responsibility on a journey to God knows where. He thought about this for a moment, and saw that his travel carriage was at the ready just beyond the gates.

“I should go see them first.” Speaking of his adviser and secretary. But Ruby was insistent. She wanted to go, and now. Valmont fell into step with the hooded girl and walked with her to the gates. She only stopped to look up at the carriage, and then back at Valmont, conveying her wish to use it – just by the way her eyes shone at him.

“Alright…alright.” His hand motioned for her to get aboard. The driver hopping down gingerly, and opening the door for the couple. Once inside, Valmont checked his purse. He had more than enough silver and gold coins to pay for their keep in which ever inn or tavern that they stopped at, and he had a trunk of clothes on board – just in case of an emergency.

“Let’s go then.” He banged on the door of the carriage when he and Ruby were properly seated. The carriage spiriting off when the driver cracked the whip.

~RB~

 

Zu:  Good, now Valmont won’t have to walk long distances. He wasn’t used to it, he wasn’t the type to go anywhere without some type of transportation. Ruby, however, has been walking through Hell all her life. Ruby got into the carriage before Valmont and took her seat beside him. She wondered where they’d go, or if wherever they were headed was even remotely helpful. Ruby just couldn’t shake this feeling, no matter how hard she tried. This had never happened before, the hidden desire to do much of anything when it came to what she wanted. Looking at Valmont, as they rode off, she wondered if it had anything to do with him. Maybe she wanted to actually speak to him, which was a first thing she ever considered when it came to interaction. Whatever the case, she leaned against Valmont, resting both her body and head onto him so she could get a few minutes of sleep.

 

The carriage had to make a halt, and the sudden jolt caused Ruby to fall forward. However, being aware as she was, Ruby was able to catch herself before falling face first into the seat. She looked around, a tired expression on her face. How long was the ride? Ruby turned to Valmont, wondering just what was happening. She saw that this was some place she’s never seen before, and put on her hood just to be safe. If Valmont were to ask why they stopped, the driver would say I’m sorry Sir, but it seems our horses are tired. They just need some water though I would like to have a few drinks myself. Once we leave, they’ll be a place to stay. I know exactly where it is. They would have to deal with that, for without horses there would be no carriage. Ruby jumped out and looked at the place they were at. It was a place with people in weird outfits. She turned to Valmont for an answer.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Bar/Brothel

In the back of the carriage, even Valmont had dozed off. The carriage ride taking much longer than imagined and after trying to stay awake, the ambassador succumbed to sleep. That was until the carriage came to an abrupt halt, causing Valmont to lurch forward sharply. He woke in time before going fully ass over tit, but he wasn’t able to save Ruby, who had managed to face plant into the seat in front of her. It would have been comical, had it not been for the tired expression upon her face. Valmont helped right her when she looked up at his inquisitively. She was at a loss as to why they stopped, as was Valmont. The driver was the one to advise them of why they were at this destination. The horses were tired, and it was hardly surprising. They had come so far without rest. Opening the door, Valmont assisted Ruby out, and nodded up at the driver.

“By all means, once you have watered the horses and stable them, I suggest you have a good meal and a few drinks. I know I could use a drink.”

Being the gentleman that he was, Valmont escorted the hooded Ruby inside the establishment. One thing about these sorts of places, it was not for the faint hearted. Women of the night were draped across paying customers, mostly travelers and traders. Music was playing with a jaunty beat, and behind the bar, a rotund inn keeper was wiping out a glass, as he stared at the new arrivals. They were hardly dressed for travelling, truth be known – especially Valmont. He had not had time to change, so he was a little overdressed for the establishment.

“Can I book three rooms, and we’ll take a table now.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The Innkeeper was quick to find them a table, which he cleaned off briskly. Other patrons stopped what they were doing – their eyes following the pair along, which might have made Ruby feel uncomfortable. Valmont drew out a chair for her and waited for her to sit.

~RB~

 

Zu:  Thank you Sir, it shouldn’t take too long really, he said with a grin on his face. It may have seemed he wanted to stop here himself, but the horses were visibly tired too. When Ruby entered into the Brothel, she noticed even more weirdly dressed demons. Ruby had a feeling this wasn’t normal, but it seemed everyone was fine with it so she would be too. The people here did have this odd gaze, looking at Ruby, making her retreat into her hood and stay even closer to Valmont. They wondered what a little girl was doing in a place like this, with Valmont no less. He was well-known, after all. Ruby was sat down thanks to Valmont, and she watched him take his seat. She pulled out her board, which surprisingly she was really good at communicating with.

? was all she added to the board. She had no idea what this place was, she’s never seen it. It was clear by her facial expressions alone.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Brothel/Bar

Valmont should have known by the look of lust on the driver’s face that he picked the brothel for a very good reason as a place to stop and rest the horses. Shaking his head at their predicament, Valmont resigned himself to having to bring Ruby into such an establishment. No doubt this was not exactly a suitable place to bring a child and by the looks others were giving them both – along with how she was looking at them, this was going to be hard to explain.

Sitting down opposite Ruby, he saw her write the question mark on the chalk board. With the bar returning to normal and the laughter along with crude talking going on – as well as some rather shocking behaviour, Valmont rubbed his cheek and winced. Temptation was all around him and he grabbed a fork off the table to take under it, just so he could stick it in the back of his hand to stop his own lustful thoughts.

“It’s a place of ill repute. A brothel.” He gestured towards a woman that was straddled over a demon, with his face practically buried within her massive breasts. The man was making licking sounds as well as saying some pretty rude things about what he was going to do to her.

Valmont rolled his eyes and stuck the fork deeper into his skin. This was pure torture.

“I think I need a drink. INN KEEPER!”

 

~RB~

 

 

 

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Ruby – Part Seven : SS.

The tears flow freely as Ruby is struggling to understand her feelings and how it was even possible to find a friend in Valmont.

 

Razorbackwriter:  What greeted Valmont’s words was the most tragic thing he could have seen – the last thing he ever wanted to see. With her hood falling back and showing off her face to full view, it was the utter sadness, the spill of many tears that had now soaked her skin. Even her stitches were wet. Valmont’s heart sank. Did he cause this? The incubus was now questioning himself. Everything he had done up to this point, what was it that brought about her pain? You could see the quizzical expression along with regret. Regret for whatever it was that he had done wrong. The girl just sat there and stared up at him. Almost like looking right through him. No one had ever done this to him before. Valmont had never seen a girl cry.

“What have I done?”

Valmont knelt down upon the grass on one knee. He wanted to know what it was that was wrong, and how he could fix it. The ambassador was very good at diplomatic work, but dealing with someone’s feelings. Watching on in silence, he saw Ruby take out the chalk board that he had given her. Her hand was shaking so much it was hard to see what she was trying to write, but soon it became apparent just what it was.

Hurts

“Hurts?” Valmont saying the very word that she was feeling. What hurts, how does it hurt….where? Again, the ambassador was at a loss on where to begin. His eyes searching hers for answers, till it dawned on him.

“Has no one ever shown you affection before?” Was that it? Had Valmont innocently brought about a wave of sorrow from her lost memories. Valmont reached across for her hand. “How do I make it stop?”

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby saw that she wasn’t the only one hurt by the current state of affairs. Valmont too, for what he was, felt sorrow for what had happened. Ruby didn’t want him to feel sad, he had no need to be sad. It was Ruby who should feel this way. She looked at him with this expression of don’t be sad, even if her face showed little resemblence of that. Ruby stared at him for what seemed like hours, til finally she went for her board again. Valmont understood her, but how she even wrote down what she wanted to say was something short of a miracle. Another word came crashing through her skull, and she wiped down the board furiously to make room for it. She stared to write again, though this time with a little more shake. Maybe if she kept her feelings bottled up, it’d work out and she’d feel better about it. When she finally wrote it down, she showed Valmont again.

Don’t.
She didn’t want it to stop. It was a feeling she never felt before, the feeling of being loved and cared for. For Valmont to ask how to stop it was something she was terrified for. Ever since she grew comfortable around Valmont, for what little time she did, Ruby wanted nothing more than to be around him. Ruby let down her board, which still hung over her chest, and held her arms out to Valmont. She wanted a hug, because if she was to feel better she’d rather be in Valmont’s arms to do such.

 

Razorbackwriter:  
Seeing the sudden change in Ruby’s face, as though she was asking Valmont not to be sad, the Ambassador had trouble responding to it. He mirrored her in a lot of ways, and it was only natural that he should take responsibility for whatever it was that he had done to make her feel this way. What he didn’t understand was that Ruby wanted to have these feelings. Odd as that might sound. Why?

Watching her start to scribble madly on the chalkboard again, Valmont would read the one word that asked him how to help her.

“Don’t

The Ambassador held his breath as his brow creased and he sat there, almost dumbfounded. Women were so incredibly confusing at times. But then, she dropped the board and held out both her arms towards him. She wanted to be held. Maybe being held she could come to grips with her fears. Valmont genuinely did not want to hurt her at all. It was the last thing he’d ever do. So, carefully, Valmont drew Ruby up into his lap as he made himself more comfortable upon the ground, and brought her head towards his chest, so that her cheek would be pressed to his coat. His arm enveloped her, while his free hand gently stroked her hair. If she listened, she could hear the beating of his heart within his chest. A smooth rhythm that would be soothing. Steady and strong.

Valmont wouldn’t speak a word. Instead just rocking her gently and letting the gentle breeze play about them as they became closer, due to the solitude of the gardens. Would she grow to accept this affection he offered her?

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby watched as Valmont read the word she formed onto the chalkboard. She could tell that he didn’t know what was going on in the slightest. That was okay, she didn’t need him to. All she wanted to feel was his love, that was the only thing he had to do. She was taken into his arms, and she felt comforted. Ruby felt well, though tears streamed down her face; this time, they were happy tears. It may not take a short amount of time, but Ruby hoped she’d get used to this. Though she could have had the mind of an adult, and the experience of one too, Ruby was only a child in actuality. Ruby took Valmont’s shirt, and gripped it with her fragile hands, resting her head against his chest. She shouldn’t have ran from him, but it felt too much for her to handle and for that, she did have to stay away from Valmont until she could get a hold of herself. Now, she did; it felt lovely.

 

Razorbackwriter:  
Feeling the soft fall of Ruby’s tears upon his shirt, he knew that he had not been able to stop the flow of tears. Course, he didn’t realize that these were happy tears. Ruby tugged at his shirt and pulled it to her face with her tiny hands, her head nestled to his chest – being as close to him as she could possibly get. Valmont would hold her for as long as it took, till the shudders from her tiny body abated, and she was able to gain control over her emotions once more. Valmont let out a sigh, almost like he was relieved in a sense. She could have run from him again, but instead she confronted her fears and held on to him to help her get past what it was that she feared most.

Valmont’s hand came to a stop at the back of her head. Keeping it there firmly so she could feel the comfort that he’d never let her go. How would this have looked from the Embassy windows? Was anyone watching the pair? Maybe. But Valmont didn’t care. He’d tried to teach her a great deal in a very small amount of time, and it is completely possible that he had overwhelmed the poor girl into such a state that she fled from him in the ballroom.

“You don’t have to ever fear me, Lady Ruby. To some, I am a monster, beneath the frill and lace of my attire. But to you, I will always be your friend. You can count on that.”

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby felt safe, this was something she never even thought of before. She had always been on the run, always hiding from others thanks to her job as a killer. Nobody ever gave her love like Valmont, she didn’t know what to do with herself. Now she realized that this feeling would always be around, and she’d just get used to it soon. Ruby didn’t want to leave Valmont’s side and she thought to herself that he didn’t want that either. She felt his comfort rest upon her skull, and because of that she looked up. She was greeted by a soft-spoken Valmont who did not steer away using his eyes.

Ruby didn’t know a word that could response to that, but if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was show her emotions without words. She only dug herself more into Valmont’s breasts, having her stitches move slightly, very invisible, to a grin. Never before had Ruby grinned before, and though it didn’t look that way she felt good about this grin. She could tell that this relationship would last forever.

 

Razorbackwriter:  They say the greatest rewards in life are the simplest of things. Who could believe, that the girl whose mouth was sewn shut so crudely, could ever be able to smile. And yet, this is what Ruby did. It was by far one of the most wonderful moments of Valmont’s life. Did the girl understand what this made him feel? It was better than any word that could be spoken in gratitude or thanks. As each stitch moved, so to did the strings on Valmont’s heart. It swelled with pride to know that the hooded girl believed in him. Believed in their friendship – which was still so new. For both of them, this was a change in their behaviors, but so rewarding. Valmont was not feeling the same urges he did with women. This was a love of a different kind. Not that Valmont had ever truly loved anything or anyone before. No one was deserving of such. All had their ideals and ambitions, such as Lydia. That woman could turn the purest of joy into ashes in your mouth.

Valmont gazed down at Ruby with a fondness and affection that one would expect from a father figure. Ruby was a child in her form and the ambassador had no idea that beneath the sweet face, lay the heart of a woman that had lived a long time. There was so much still that Valmont did not know about Ruby, but for now he was at peace to know that he had stopped the unhappy tears and given her a source of comfort that no one else ever could.

“As time and the elements shift across these lands like sand in the hour glass, you can always count on me to be by your side.”

~RB~

 

Zu:  Every word spoken by Valmont was like elegent music gracing her ears. She took every word in, and never let it out of her mind. His voice was so soothing, comforting. Ruby was glad for the bond they had, and it was still fresh. There was so much out there for them to explore and enjoy. Though Ruby could not speak, her actions spoke louder. Sure, there were barriers but Ruby was content with that. Every relationship did have it’s problems, no? Ruby was about to write something when a small flash of memory entered her mind. Her face tensed a bit as she struggled to remember what that just was. She looked at Valmont, confused, then at th ground. What the hell was that flash? It seemed like a memory, but was it really?

 

Razorbackwriter:  Yes, their bond was one that was now unshakable, that was how Valmont viewed it. Seeing her smile was worth any heart ache or confusion. But as they enjoyed this new found closeness, it seemed that there were some things that still troubled the girl. She was about to write something on her small chalk board, to express how she felt, yet something made her pause. Her face tensing, like her eyes narrowing and the happy smile fading from view. Perhaps something had been triggered in this moment, but without her way to communicate this, she simply stared up at Valmont, then looked to the ground.

“What is it, Lady Ruby?”

Valmont knew that there must be something she wished to tell him, but for now she was unable too. They were obviously going to have many moments like this one, where she experienced flashbacks of sorts. The awakening stream of new emotions were bound to trigger them. A simple word, a piece of music, or even the joy of being held, can remind a person of an event long before this time.

Valmont was a patient enough man to wait for her to be ready to tell him.

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby looked back up at Valmont when he asked this question, and her face showed the one emotion she felt at the very moment. Confusion; Ruby had no idea herself, so there was no way she could convey what she was confused about. Ruby slowly pushed herself away from Valmont to stand back up again. She was fine, so there was no need for hugging anymore. Ruby looked at Valmont, maybe if she was to leave here she’d find out just what happened. She grabbed her chalk, thinking of what the word was. She’s seen it once, and the word did flash in front of her face. After using her excellent memory, she wrote it down.

Go.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The bewildered expression upon Ruby’s face caught the Ambassador off guard. Feeling her push away gave Valmont the chance to get to his feet, and lightly brush himself off of the grass and leaf litter upon the ground. Had the ambassador’s reassuring embrace done the trick?

Watching her take out the chalk and the board again, Valmont leaned forward – wondering just what she was going to write this time. It could be anything, now that she had regained her composure. The chalk squeaked as it ran along the black board surface, shaping two letters only.

“Go.”

The fact that she could write in the common language, actual words meant that there was a side to Ruby that had once been schooled in how to write and communicate this way. It was actually a relief to see, because this alone meant that it would save them weeks, or months of tuition. But back to the word. ‘Go.’ Did she wish to leave the Embassy, to find herself?

“You wish to leave, Lady Ruby?” Was that what she needed to do?

“The gate is just a few hundred metres that way.” Valmont pointed in the right direction, before asking. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Was this a journey that she wished to take on her own?

~RB~

 

Ruby – Part Six : SS.

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We follow Valmont and Ruby as the Ambassador gives the young hooded mute a tour of the Embassy.  All good intentions however bring back memories, that the girl cannot suppress.

Scene setting: The Embassy of Hell – Seven Sins series.

Co-written with Zu.

 

Zu: This place was amazing; everywhere Ruby went, Valmont had something that would show off just how wealthy he truly was. Just by his house alone, Ruby knew the kind of man Valmont was. Without words to speak, Ruby could see people in a far different light than others who could speak. She was very observant, and even if she was distracted, it didn’t mean she was paying attention. Despite these flaws, Ruby still loved Valmont the way he was. Without his help, she’d still be drifting from one place to another, endlessly finding nothing that would give her comfort.

She heard the servants speaking to Valmont, yet didn’t pay them any mind. She was too busy seeing this… empty room. It was just a room, with nothing in it. Was this the place where dance happens? Ruby wasn’t sure how you could do this… whatever it was, in a place where there was nothing in it. She’d find out soon enough.

Ruby looked up at Valmont, who had taken her hand and waist in his hands. This felt weird, and she even had a small blush to compliment this feeling. Valmont was really close to her; it was no problem to be around him, but being this close, Ruby could now see just how beautiful he really was. Her eyes, which weren’t exposed thanks to the hood, were drifting to the floor so she wouldn’t embarrass herself in front of Valmont. She only followed Valmont’s lead, and this dance was… pretty good. Ruby felt like she was drifting on air, and Valmont was the one to lead her across the sky. She did look up at him after pushing aside her emotions, which was a bit overbearing, and only pulled herself right against Valmont. She could dance like this forever, being in the arms of someone who cared.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Embassy of Hell

The music drifted around the room, enveloping Valmont’s senses as he let himself become one with Ruby in the dance. It was a natural high that to many would be hard to understand. The closeness of contact, and moving to the tune of the music in a dance that was as old as time itself. By the look on Ruby’s face, she too was being caught up in the magic of the dance. She was following on in perfect unison with the Ambassador, as he took her around the floor in sweeping circles that would make anyone feel light headed.

The show of blush on Ruby’s cheeks looked adorable, in Valmont’s mind. It was interesting for him, to find her react so. The Ambassador could not hide his smile which would be infectious. If only Ruby was able to do the same. The crude stitching would limit this ability, but does one really need lips to smile? Eyes can too.

When Ruby looked up into Valmont’s eyes, the Ambassador whispered.

“You are very light on your feet, Lady Ruby”

Of course she was. For such a girl that could wield a great weapon, there was practically nothing of her and she floated along the marble floor surface with ease and grace. Not bad for a first time.

When the song came to its glorious end, the Ambassador simply held Ruby for a moment, staring into her eyes. Was it possible for her to bewitch the incubus. He was having to keep himself well under control, which was a good thing….for both of them.

“That was wonderful.” The Ambassador bowed low from the waist once he let her go and gave her space. “I would like very much to do that again sometime.”

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby just stared at Valmont in the eyes as they graced the floor with their motions. When she realized, in the middle of the dance, that she was just staring straight into his soul, as her eyes were seemingly lifeless, she just brought her head down to make contact with his chest. She wanted to bury herself in it for looking so dumb, but nearing the end of the dance, she had the confidence to look up at him again. By that time, the dance had already ended it’s run and so too did the music. Valmont was so sweet to her, treated her like she was something precious to him and this was a feeling that Ruby had always wanted but now that she did, Ruby didn’t know exactly how to take it. Her chest was beating like mad drums from the thoughts running through her head. It really was a good thing they stopped, she could compose herself.

However, just because the dance ended didn’t mean their closeness did. As their eyes locked onto each other, her blush became far more red and she even got a bit transparent from this encounter. Without thought, she actually wasn’t becoming a ghost at random moments; it really had to do with her emotions. Of course, that wasn’t what Ruby was thinking about. When Valmont bowed to her, and gave her some space to breath, she just held her hands against her chest. Never in her life, during her time in Hell, has she felt such a warm feeling. Could ghosts even feel warmth?

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Embassy of Hell

Valmont couldn’t help but feel the swelling of pride when Ruby placed her head to his chest as they danced. This contact was unique to Valmont. The girl had been careful in showing herself, let alone letting her emotions drive her movement. Was she shy of how she felt at this moment, or was she feeling a real closeness towards the Ambassador? Valmont moved his hand towards the centre of her back and caressed it with a feather like gentle touch. Even though he was an evil creature by nature, he was more than capable of affection, and this was what she deserved. His own head lowered and to look at them from afar, you may be mistaken for thinking that the were more than just friends.

After the bow that he presented to her in gratitude for the dance, it was Ruby who kept her hands upon his chest. It was at this moment, that Valmont happened to notice that she became in part translucent. What was causing this, he wondered to himself. He wouldn’t question her of course. Why ask something that may upset her? That was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead he brought his hands up to be placed over her own. A beautiful smile playing upon his lips.

“You are the most intriguing girl I have ever met, Lady Ruby.”

Normally he would be off again speaking of the next room that they should visit, or acting more like a dignitary, but he wished to be more than that. Valmont wanted to find out more about the girl. How she came to be in Hell for starters, and who would do such a thing as to silence her forever more. Valmont’s heartbeat was now the only sound that could be heard. Powerful and strong beneath his chest. His silver hair rested upon his broad shoulders, and he looked very much how you would expect an incubus to look. His thumbs slowly caressing Ruby’s soft skin.

For once, he was lost for words.

~RB~

 

Zu:  These emotions that Ruby were just now experiancing started to take it’s toll. It’s not that her body couldn’t handle it, nor that her mind could, but just the sudden rush of compassion shown by Valmont was enough to make her go crazy. She had heard of this word, but never knew what it meant; love. Is that what Valmont was displaying, the word love? Ruby, by the words combined with the hands over hers made her lose it and her whole body grew transparent, so that Valmont could not feel her warm skin, which was all thanks to him. Being invisible now, Ruby suddenly panicked and ran out the room, almost in tears. Only the sound of her footsteps could be heard, and it was the only thing Valmont knew about if he chose to follow her.

Ruby, if asked to stop, couldn’t hear him. Everything was happening to fast, and there was just no way that someone could make her feel this way. Ruby just didn’t know what to do with herself; she had seemed to grow attached to Valmont but now, now she couldn’t be in the same room as him. She wept and because of that blurry vision, she was hitting the walls. Of course, being a ghost, she could easily go through it. She was outside now, back at the courtyard where Valmont had consumed his food. She dropped there, her body shaking from the raw emotions and switching uncontrollably from transparent to visible.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Embassy of Hell

Music attracts the most unlikely of guests, and while Valmont had been dancing with his young charge Ruby, another was watching from high in the ceiling. She had been wandering across the realms of Hell, amused by the carryings on by the likes of Greed and Pride. Now she had come to visit what was an old…family friend. Little did she know that Valmont had been entertaining the young Miss Ruby. Like a spider, Charlotte crawled across the roof silently, her hair hanging down as she tried to contain her mirth at the sight of the Ambassador dancing with the strange red hooded girl. She was like a voyeur at times, but that was just her way.

Down below, the Ambassador did not realize that his show of affection had caused Ruby to go completely transparent. But not only that she could no longer be felt. One moment, he was dancing with her, the next she vanished and the only way to tell that she had left the room was by her footfalls, as she ran away. Valmont lowered his arms to his sides, turning ever slightly, as he called out to her. “Ruby?” Had he done something to upset her? He hadn’t used his demon ways against her, in fact it was the opposite. Incubus were not supposed to feel or express an act of genuine love. This was what made it all the more unusual.

This was of course the perfect time for the girl high above to make her presence known.

“You frightened her away….” Charlotte said in a whimsical voice, before letting out a dark chuckle and descended from the ceiling on a strand of silver thread, before her feet bounced upon the floor.

“Ever heard of knocking, Ms Carrendar?”

Valmont didn’t even have to look to know who it was.

“And interrupt the dance? Why that would be rude, and you know me, I like to make an entrance.” The dark haired beauty winked at Valmont saucily, before skipping over to the door, to peak out and see where the girl had gone too. She tutted her tongue before looking back at Valmont.

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“Did you touch her ass?”

“No…I did no such thing.”

Charlotte pointed at him and then started to walk over with a saucy gait. “But you wanted to.” She grinned, flashing rows of perfect teeth.“Valmont and Ruby..sitting in a tree…K…I….S..S…”

“Enough with the games, Char. What are you doing here?” Valmont was becoming greatly annoyed with the young woman, who was practically giddy at getting under his skin. It was a game to her and she licked the top of her teeth before walking up and behind him.

“Greed is in trouble….again.”

Valmont raised a brow. He knew about the disaster of a ball, but nothing of what happened to Lydia. Clearly, Charlotte knew since she had been staying at the Greed Castle at the time. “Go on.” Valmont said dryly, only interested in this conversation due to the fact that what affected one kingdom, affected all.

“Remember….the suit that Mammon wore to his death?”

“Beserker….yes of course. Horrid thing that it is. The fool was mad for wearing it.”

“Someone stole it. Right….from under Lydia’s nose.”

“Well….”

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“Mhm…” Charlotte grinned widely. “Servants…of Sloth.” Why would Charlotte find this so amusing? What was worse, why did the Ambassador suddenly find this very amusing. So, Sloth wanted Beserker? For what possible purpose? Charlotte picked at an imaginary speck of dust on Valmont’s coat and blew it away, as she could see the cogs in Valmont’s mind were turning.

“I suppose this means I should pay them a visit.” Valmont pushed Charlotte’s hand away, which made her pout in a mocking fashion. “And do what? You want to see if Belphegor is derp enough to put it on?”

Valmont snickered loudly. “That’d make my day.” But soon the smile faded from his face, as he remembered that he still had to find Ruby. She was either somewhere in the building or outside. He glanced down at Charlotte who was waiting to see what the Ambassador had planned. “What?” She didn’t like how he changed from being the scoundrel that he was, back to this pompous ambassador. “But really, I can’t. Not yet. I need to find Ruby.”

Charlotte blew a raspberry and rolled her eyes. “Fine…go find your little hooded dolly and play. I think I will go and entertain myself with your staff.” Charlotte blew Valmont a kiss, before sashaying out of the room, headed for Zachary’s office.

Valmont, now alone – pulled on the edges of his jacket, and headed out in the opposite direction for the Embassy gardens, in search of Ruby.

 

~RB~

 

Zu:  Her body, her mind, down to her very soul and everything in between was going haywire. Ruby didn’t now what to do with herself. She didn’t have a mouth to scream, maybe to lessen the pain but with her voice lost to the people responsible, Ruby couldn’t do such a thing. The only thing she could do was cry in silence as her image faded and came back like a flicker of a lightbulb. She covered her eyes, shaking terribly and all for what; it was only someone who cared for her. It was nothing special, but to Ruby it was everything. Not once in her life here in Hell had she ever encountered someone who actually gave a damn about her existence. Any time there was a chance, her ghostly powers took over and she wouldn’t interfere with their lives in the slightest. This however, was different, and Ruby couldn’t handle all of these emotions that were hitting her skull like a sledgehammer.

Maybe Ruby needed to kill something, or someone. That could possibly cheer her up, but without the will to even move from her downed position, she wasn’t going to do that. Her mind was so fragile, that another problem came about. Memories, though they were not ones that Ruby knew of. She didn’t know what that even meant but right before her eyes, flashes of blurry images spun through her head like a cog out of control. None made sense, but she did see a few things that stood out. An image of a hag, herself looking human and a flash of light. WHAT THE HELL DID ALL THIS MEAN!?

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Embassy of Hell

Walking along the corridor, Valmont saw that the door to the gardens was opened, and though it may not have been the direction that Ruby had taken in her flight from the ballroom, it didn’t hurt to take a look outside to see if this was where she had gone. The ambassador grew concerned as he walked out the garden door, and cast his eyes across the vast estate. He happened to glance down to where he and the other staff, along with Ruby had enjoyed a light meal. It was down there that he happened to spot the crimson red hood. This is where she had ended up.

Valmont didn’t run down to be at her side. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her all the more, though he was still unsure as to why she ran in the first place. Had no one ever shown that they had cared for her before? Valmont was not one to know, since he had not yet been able to get much out of her, apart from a nod, and the dance of course.

Ambling down, he walked with his arms at his sides with a troubled expression. It didn’t take much to see that Ruby was deeply distressed. He stopped a good few feet from her and bowed his head.

“I’m sorry…if I upset you.” His words were almost a whisper. “I felt the need to touch you, and if that was inappropriate, than I can’t do enough to beg your forgiveness.”

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby suddenly stopped her shaking when she heard Valmont’s voice. The man that made all this happen, both good and bad, was now right behind her. She turned her head, and slowly let her hood drop down and Valmont would be greeted by a face full of saddness. Her tears flooded her face and made her look quite ugly. Even her stitches got wet, but the one good thing was that her disappearing act was slowly coming to a halt. She just stared at him, almost into his soul, as if asking a question she couldn’t form. One word, there was one word that continued to flash in her mind and scatter all around Valmont. It was the only word she could see. Remembering her board, Ruby, with a shaky hand, grabbed it and tried her best to create this word. She used her entire hand to write it out, and the word was hardly visible when Valmont would see it due to her poor hand-writing but that one word spoke volumes.

Hurts.

 

Ruby – Part Five : SS.

 

 

Sharing his knowledge, Valmont wanted to show Ruby a world that he was from.  He was trying to invoke memories, that may help her remember her past life, and who she really was.

Scene setting: The Embassy of Hell : Seven sins series.

Co-written with Zu.

 

Zu:  Ruby took the arm offered to her, and the both of them went their way to the training room. It had been awhile since Ruby used her weapons against someone, but she had a feeling there would be no killing involved. In a way, Ruby was disappointed but it was just her nature for a long time; not killing would go against that very nature. She saw the… whatever that was that Valmont took from Nicholas, and it may be the thing that she’d use to talk to others. Ruby didn’t mind, but when she thought about it, wasn’t it that thing that others used to make words? She didn’t know how those things worked, but she’d learn very soon. She placed her hood back over herself, almost as if to calm herself down.

 

Razorbackwriter:  With Zachary and Nicholas both set tasks to do, this meant that the Ambassador was able to escort Ruby freely to the training room. The incubus had taken from Ruby’s expression and demeanor that she was uncomfortable with all the fuss of the sudden arrival of staff. It was something that she might have to get used to if she had any plans on staying at the embassy on a more permanent basis. Taking his arm and placing the hood back over herself, the crimson hooded girl now seemed to be more at ease just in Valmont’s company. With the board and chalk in one hand and Ruby on the arm, he escorted her through to the next corridor and down a passage.

“This room does not get used much. Training is something that only happens in a time of war and thankfully the last war was pretty much over before it started.” The doors would be opened by two guardians and this allowed Valmont to walk Ruby through without trouble or letting her go.

On arriving inside, Ruby would find herself in a large expansive room with coloured floor mats that criss crossed the marble floor, and on every side wall there was armaments from across each and every kingdom. A sample selection of the very weapons used by each creed of Sin. There was also suits of armor and mock battlements set up for practice runs. It was a very odd set up for an indoor arena. Which is exactly what it was.

The doors were closed behind them and this was when Valmont turned to Ruby.

“Show me your sword, and just how you wield it.”

She may not be able to have the gift of speech, but he wanted to see just what kind of warrior lay beneath the ruby coloured hood.

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby was glad that the others were gone, it made her feel more comfortable to deal with just one person rather than a group. Even since they expressed themselves to one another, not even a day ago, Ruby had gotten very comfortable with Valmont. He understood her in a way others wouldn’t try, or couldn’t. He gave her a place to stay, and a good sense of companionship. The two guardians gave her no trouble, and she had hoped not either. Ruby looked around the new room they were in. She had never been in a training room before, and knowing that they’d be alone, she let down her hood to once again show her face. She looked a bit amazed, but not as overjoyed as once would suspect.

She looked at Valmont, who now addressed to her and her weapon. He called it a sword, but it wasn’t really a sword. Ruby knew what it was, and she wouldn’t be able to say what it actually was. Still, in Ruby’s world, seeing was much easier than talking about it. She pulled it out and with a flick of her wrist, it popped open in it’s full length. Her scythe was taller than her, almost twice as tall, but she seemed to wield it with ease. She looked at Valmont and put it to her side, standing up, wondering what he wanted her to do next.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The weapon that Ruby unsheathed was larger than when he remembered seeing it up at the Isolated cliff. Interesting that this was the choice of weapon for a petite girl in a hood. Not one that those she faced would expect either. He remembered that she drew on it when she was afraid, or intimidated. This left the Ambassador to wonder if she used it out of a love for the weapon, or solely as a source of defense. Ruby had drawn her hood back as well, when she was in Valmont’s company. Again observations about this girl were starting to paint a picture of one that was both insecure and afraid in this place – Hell. Someone went to a lot of trouble to stitch up her mouth and then leave her here.

The girl handled the scythe with relative ease, considering its size and presumed weight. She had a natural and fluid ability to wield it as though she was incredible experienced in its used. A scythe is more commonly owned by a reaper, or at least that is what Valmont had thought before now. But Ruby wasn’t a reaper of souls? Was she?

“Very impressive, I must say.” The Ambassador gave her an encouraging smile to see how well she handled the long scythe. He had no intention of trying to disarm her, or cause her reason to take fright. Valmont had been careful as not to be impulsive or reactionary. There was simply no need. Too much too soon might be detrimental to their very new friendship.

“I can now see that you are more than capable of using it. Though the physics are astounding considering its size.” By this he meant that it was almost twice her height and yet she moved it effortlessly. “Thank you for showing me Ruby.”The training room was probably the best open area in which to have a demonstration of her weapon safely. The Ambassador then explained more about the room. “Here, we have all the different types of weapons commonly used by the different Kingdoms of Hell. Each donated by the reigning monarch of the time. Fascinating, if you like museum pieces.” What the Ambassador meant by this was that few if any of them were used. It was more for studying and understanding how each kingdom went about warfare, which was common place.

Remembering the chalk board and the chalk that Nicholas had acquired, Valmont took them out and then he wrote a simple letter V on the chalk board. V standing for Valmont. It was written in a cursive style and the Ambassador showed the board to Ruby. He was hopeful that the girl might understand. This being the first opportunity he had to try and teach her.

“This is the letter V.” He then pointed to himself and said his name. “Valmont.” Once again he pointed at the chalk board and back to himself. “V.” He took out a small cloth and erased the V, replacing it with an R. Valmont turned the board towards Ruby and said. “This…is an R. R…for Ruby.”

The Ambassador offered the board and chalk to Ruby as a gift.

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby felt a bit of happiness and warm in her cold body when Valmont gave her that genuine smile, she even grew a bit transparent by that. It had been awhile since she’s gone transparent, but so far nothing happened yet. She kept it out until Valmont thanked her for the demonstration. She put it away just as effectively as she had taken it out, focusing back on Valmont who was giving her a bit of a history lesson on the weapons in the room. This was an entire different culture she was not exposed to. Throughout her time here in Hell, Ruby only knew a few things; death, blood and loneliness. She was a killer, after all, so there was no time for friends. Before now, Ruby didn’t care about anything besides what she already knew. Now, with Valmont’s kindness, she became more open and especially with Valmont, more than with anyone else. Ruby was right behind Valmont, watching him explain about the weapons.

The subject now turned to the chalkboard and chalk, which was given to Valmont by Nicholas. This was the thing used for this “communication” that seemed absolutely necessary. She didn’t know why it was that way, but if that was part of Valmont’s world then she might as well get used to it. She stared at the board, seeing the smooth movements of the chalk running along the blank space. It amazed her, and after Valmont was done, she took it with the up-most quickness and started out trying to do what he did. It seemed the board and chalk too all her attention.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Valmont was more than just curious to see how Ruby took to writing on the chalk board. He wanted to see how she held the chalk between her fingers, the way she poised the tip before starting to make sweeping strokes. The ambassador was of course rewarded almost immediately, when Ruby took to the first attempt with a flourish that had him smiling effortlessly. The girl had taken to the task so well that all her attention was now focused on the small chalk board and the way she used the chalk to make lettering like Valmont had done.

“You are a natural, Ruby.”

The Ambassador brought his hands together before him, interlocking his gloved fingers as he watched her with a growing enthusiasm. He had never envisioned himself as any sort of teacher before, but then again he had not been challenged to teach a girl to communicate. Though in a way, they already had a bond that was beyond the need for speech. Valmont was finding himself more and more at ease with the girl, and not in the least bit acting out in his nature. It was something of a relief. Unusual though.

Ruby may well wonder why writing was considered such an important form of communication. Valmont saw it as more than just communicating however. It was a way in which many were able to learn about the past, their histories as so written by scholar and men of great learning. From the simplest of drawings on rock walls, to the many tomes that filled the great libraries, it was an integral part of civilization.

The ambassador would wait silently for Ruby to finish with her chalk board, before deciding to extend the tour to the great library of the Embassy. It was a place that held thousands upon thousands of books. The answers to many a question lay within the walls and naturally it was a place that Valmont frequented when he had the chance. Now he had another reason to go there. In a way this was a manner of sharing himself with the hooded girl. Spending this quality time and embarking on a friendship that he hadn’t realized up till this point that he actually needed. He felt a closeness to Ruby that was hard to describe.

“Would you like to see where the books are kept?” He asked, knowing that the training room would be boring to her now.

 

~RB~

 

Zu:  Ruby didn’t write the typical way, but instead used her whole hand to move the chalk. It would be a long while before she could actually use it the way others did. Ruby did try doing it like Valmont, only for the chalk to slip out of her hands. She picked it up quickly, before it even had a chance to fall to the ground. She may not have been a writer, but being a warrior until now, she had the reactions of one. She “gave up”, in the sense that she’d try again later when she was away from Valmont, which probably wouldn’t be likely as she would most likely stay by his side the entire time. When asked to see some books, Ruby just agreed with a nod of her head. Ruby put the chalk in it’s proper place, and the board around her neck as they continued through the Embassy.

Ruby was brought to a place where books rested until it was their time to be used. Ruby looked a bit anxious when seeing the monstrous amount of books in one place. She’s seen something like this before, but not to this degree. Words were in these, just like on the chalkboard. Ruby wondered, would she be able to write books for Valmont? In less than a day, Ruby was doing and thinking things that never crossed her mind; Ruby never saw herself as more than what she was before her meeting with Valmont. A tool only to be used for killing, now brought into another world.

 

Razorbackwriter:  The library was a darkened hall that had all the curtains drawn and the shutters over the windows. No natural light was allowed in, and the only illumination came from either lit candles or small reading lamps that could be found on tables that dotted the interior. The surrounding walls were filled with books, and the way to reach many was to scale ladders that ran along on coasters at the bottom. Fed into tracks, they could go as far as ten metres, before you would need to scale another ladder.

Valmont walked along now with his gloved hands behind his back – the back of his right hand slapping the left in a fluid motion. His body was fairly rigid and he had an air about him. It was natural to him, as he thought that slouching was a form of being lazy in one’s self. When he regarded Ruby once again, he noted a look on her face that showed anxiety. Was the library too much for her? Or did she think that the ambassador was going to try and get her to write great novels, after only just giving her a board and chalk just a short time before. Valmont acted quickly to allay her fears.

“Ruby, fear not. This is just a place that I enjoy a quiet moment, to reflect and also to learn. I wouldn’t try to get you to write long stories like the ones in the books.”

He had hoped that his explanation would suffice and that she could go back to being relaxed in his company. They truly were very different, and Valmont was doing his utmost to ensure that he did not upset the girl. This in itself was unusual, since he was having to suppress his own natural feelings and urges. Valmont had managed it when he had to meet with female royals before. But this was different. The ambassador felt this overwhelming sense of responsibility for the girl’s well being. Almost father like with a child. It was all very new to him too.

Valmont stopped and thought for a moment. There was one place he could show her, that would give them a way to interact on a level that required no words at all.

“Have you ever danced?” Valmont was thinking of taking her into the grand ballroom, where parties were hosted for dignitaries. It was a short walk from the library.

~RB~

 

Zu:  She was told not to fear, and that she wouldn’t be writing much outside what was around her neck. This made her look comfortable, but she was actually a bit sad. It might have been a scary thought to Ruby, yet she would have loved to try it if it would please Valmont. If she could, Ruby would have the cutest smile on her face. Truly an innocent soul, despite her abnormalities and her current state in Hell as a killer. As they were speaking, Ruby saw herself becoming transparent when her hands went missing. Unlike many times before, this actually didn’t matter to her. Ruby’s focus was so much on Valmont, nothing else mattered at the moment. Ruby didn’t realize it yet, but she had developed the most intense relationship with Valmont. He was something Ruby couldn’t have, a friend. Someone who wouldn’t turn their back on her, someone who saw her as more than just a killer. It was the only thing Ruby ever wanted.

Valmont asked for this… dance. Ruby never heard of that, it must have been something only fancy people in Hell do. It did interest her, so with a nod of her head, she agreed and stood next to Valmont, following his lead. She began to become visible again, in her hands at least, as it was the only thing that turned transparent. She clung onto Valmont’s arm as they walked, her eyes showing her daydreaming on this… dance.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Down a long corridor that was just off the library, was the grand ballroom. This room was kept locked for most of the time as the hallowed hall was filled with treasured art and of course a massive chandelier. There were columns along the sides of the hall made from marble, that went all the way up to painted ceilings. Murals featured many of the previous Princes of Hell – a testimony to their leadership. The Ambassador paused a moment to take out a golden key and placed it into the lock, turning it so as to show Ruby the wonder of the ballroom.

Ruby’s easy acceptance to follow along gave Valmont hope that this was something she might like to enjoy. The doors swung open with ease, to give both the Ambassador a sight that would captivate. The ambassador looked down at Ruby, who was clutching his arm tightly. He couldn’t help but feel a touch of pride that he somehow had made her feel good about all this splendor.

A servant came in behind the pair, and bowed low.

“Shall I put on some music, Ambassador?’

“Yes, Gregory. If you would be so kind.”

The servant snapped his heels together and then strutted across the floor to where there was a beautiful phonograph. There was a stack of old records on a table beside it, and the servant carefully took one out of its sheath and placed it on the turn table. Lowering the stylus arm, after giving it a good crank, a soft waltz began to play. The sound was of course carried by the vast expanse of space within the hall. Valmont reached for Ruby’s hand and led her to the center of the room. Watching them, the servant took his cue to leave and this meant the Ambassador was alone with his charge.

“And this….is how we dance.”

Placing his right arm around her waist, Valmont took her right hand with his left, and then slowly began to make steps to lead her into a waltz. The music provided the perfect mood and tempo, and the Ambassador lifted his head back, speaking an incantation that had the chandelier erupt with a dazzling light. Around and around, the Ambassador would lead Ruby on this magical dance. If this had been the first time that she had experienced this, it may well give her a new found joy. The Ambassador was attentive to her needs, and he kept his eyes focused on hers as he danced her around the room.

~RB~

Ruby – Part Four : SS.

Ruby was just getting used to Valmont’s company at the Embassy, but found the newer arrivals; the Ambassador’s staff – a bit much to handle.

Scene setting – The Embassy of Hell.

Co-written with Tsu, Zu and Kiri.

 

Tsu:  It was rather quiet for a moment, of course he knew why. Only two of them could speak right now and the other couldn’t, he wondered how life would be not being able to speak. It’ll surely be a burden or something tedious, though he already had something like that. He could probably somehow related and she didn’t know at least, hearing his words a small blush would come to his cheeks, only for a moment, vanishing shortly after. ” You’re right, I’ll make sure we get a board for her, it’ll be very convenient for the most part.” Nicholas watched Valmont go to the girl and kneel down to look at her, something forming in his stomach. Oh how he hated that feeling and ignored it, his eyes observing and also realizing the weapon she carried. Maybe she was a swordsman? or a warrior? You’d never know about somehow just by their looks and how they acted.

” Aa, I’ll go on ahead then, to prepare the stuff. I’ll make sure that everything is ready, if you both come.” With that said, he turned on his heels and walked away, a little quicker then he wanted too. Hopefully it would go unnoticed but, not a lot got passed Valmont. Walking back inside he shut the door with a click and let out a little sigh, this was rather annoying. Looking down at the ground he cursed himself and his genetics, maybe it could somehow be altered but, he didn’t know. Many thoughts swept through his mind on whether he wanted to actually be a full male or switch and be completely a female. Nicholas shook his head a bit and composed himself, standing up and walking he went on his marry way to do the preparations.

 

Zu:  Ruby was so amazing by something so simple as the cloth and what was on it. This was a once in a lifetime kind of thing, and she was playing with it to it’s fullest potential. Ruby heard someone near her, and turned to see it was Valmont, who was doing something odd; kneeling. She just looked at him for a bit then took his hand, getting off her chair and looking up at him with the most innocent look on her face. The kind of face that was lost in a dark place but was still optimistic about her surroundings. Ruby would do anything for this man, the one who paid attention to her and gave her a place to stay. Wherever they would go, Ruby get she’d enjoy it. That thought that passed her by earlier, it began to nag her again but she didn’t pay it any mind.

 

Razorbackwriter:  ~The House of Thrones~

For some strange reason, the Ambassador had a way of getting through to Ruby. Looks could be deceiving but actions spoke louder than words ever could and Valmont was genuinely pleased that she accepted the offer to go inside the grand estate. The building itself was a monument to those that had served Hell and its seven Kingdoms since the dawn of time. All those that had been elected to act as the Devil’s advocate held that position with the knowledge that though they did not weld power like those of the Seven Princes of Sin, they were able to pass through each kingdom on the simple fact of the neutrality. Never siding with one Kingdom over the other. It was not his job to. When disagreements and wars broke out as they so commonly did, Valmont and his entourage would go from Kingdom to Kingdom and help seek to restore order and the status quo.

Two elegantly dressed footmen opened the grand doors to the entrance, where the pair would find themselves entering the foyer of the Embassy. Adorned on the walls, were the seven shields of sin. Each one representing the main Kingdoms. The Princes knew that they were welcomed as equals and that if there was a dispute, or a crime had been committed, Valmont would allow refuge to those that may be sought for execution, until such time that all legal processes were exhausted and the guilty was handed over for punishment. This meant that there were often many that came to the Embassy. Hat in hand and with a tale to tell. It never ended. For you see, each sin had its weakness. Just as they were powerful. Some were corrupt and could only think about bringing down others, or trying to bolster their own kingdoms with a take over.

In a special chamber off to the right of the foyer was the Thrones of the Seven. The meeting place of all the Princes, should they be so bold to actually stand being in the same room as the other. It was no secret there was no love lost between a few of them. Not to mention the fact that the last Prince of Envy was murdered, and the Prince of Greed….well, we all know what happened to him. That room was guarded by two fierce looking warriors that stood over seven feet in height and both wore armor that was to a specific guild with an unknown name.

To Ruby this may all look ostentatious and over the top. To outsiders they may well think the same, but the purpose of the Embassy was mainly to the Royals and their subjects. Essentially, the UN of Hell.

Knowing Nicholas had gone on ahead to fetch the string tied chalkboard for Ruby to use, to start her lessons in communication, this gave Valmont more time with the girl. It was not going to be easy to teach her speech, that was something the Ambassador was well aware of.

One servant girl, that had come from the Kingdom of Lust originally, stepped out of the shadows and simpered over to the Ambassador, flaunting her ample bosom practically in his face. The scent of her skin that had been bathed in exotic oils and it was indeed pleasant to the senses. For a moment Valmont forgot himself and closed his eyes just to savor the sweet smell.

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“Is there anything you see that pleases you, Ambassador?” she asked with a wicked gleam in her eyes. The girl was indeed tempting to Valmont’s dark urges. He coughed as he brought out a hankerchief and fought back hard to maintain some dignity in front of Ruby.

“No…no, thank you. I err…am waiting on the secretary.” Who Valmont hoped would be soon. What would the hooded Ruby think of this. Hopefully she wouldn’t think that all women in the Embassy were so forward.

“Nicholas?!” Valmont sung out.

~RB~

 

Kiri:  

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Zachary gave out a sigh, actually beginning to get aggravated by the paperwork that was swamping him. As the Chief Adviser of the “House of Thrones” he always had something he needed to do. It hadn’t been long ago that he’d felt a change in the more immediate levels of energy around the Embassy, in fact it seemed to him that Valmont had returned. Valmont was one of the few people who knew just what Zachary was, and also one of the few who was able to call him Zach. Zachary’s katana was lain against the wall behind him, mainly so that it wouldn’t be in the way while he was working and so that it wouldn’t be too far if he needed. Though the later was indeed unlikely. It was honestly the usual lately, complaints about land-disputes, lawsuits of all kinds. It was like the people expected this Embassy to do their jobs for them. It was exhausting. With an exasperated groan Zachary pushed his chair away from the desk and stood, picking up the katana and its case as he slung it over his shoulder. The case was more as a way to help control the feeling of intimidation caring around a sword all the time could cause. Zachary needed a break, and going outside was just the way to do it. The male got outside fairly quickly anyway, and made his decision to go up to Valmont himself. However, Zachary’s right eye twitched as he began to get close, noticing a servant being extremely . . . forward based on what Zachary could tell. In front of a guest no less. From what Zachary could recall, the young girl had come from the Kingdom of Lust. Why does this not surprise him. Though Valmont had called for Nicholas, Zachary was instead the one to answer, starting with the serving girl in a . . . less forward manner.

Zachary approached behind the girl, standing there silently a moment before speaking just loud enough that all three parties would hear, for it seemed that Valmont had a special guest. The serving girl jumped, noticeably so, from the sound of Zachary and spun as he did so. In his sweetest voice no less.

“My dear, Would you be so kind as to move along? If I can recall correctly, your work is not entirely finished.”

Of course, the young girl didn’t seem very flustered, but Zachary could sense the changes in a person’s energy, and that was enough for him to be able to tell he had embarrassed her. Good, perhaps it would teach her to have better control over herself. From here, Zachary looked down to Valmont and gave a bow of his head, both to the Ambassador and his Guest.

“Good evening, Lord Valmont, Lady..?”

Zachary had seen the stitches earlier, and therefore he tried to avoid being rude and asked Valmont the question instead. However there was a chance . . . that not even Valmont knew. Based on the energies he’d seen from the young girl, she definitely wasn’t normal – but then again he couldn’t say he was either. She found a lot of things to be new, at least from what he could see and feel. Whatever the case was, Zachary was interested in learning about this girl. And his eyes showed it.

 

Tsu:  Silently he moved around in his office, trying to find the items necessary. It’d be rather hard to teach, if he hadn’t found the board and stuff. It would of been easier if his body hadn’t been bothering him, slowly he stopped and set both his hands on his desk. Looking down at the floor, he let out a small sigh and breathed in and out. ” Stupid hormones, stupid body, hopefully it’ll settle down.” He said and knew that he was the only one in his office or around the area, he had nothing to worry about someone hearing. After a couple of minutes he came across the chalk board and chalk, lovely he thought. Picking it up and holding it, he composed himself once more and walked out of the room. A minute later he had bumped into a chef, as he smiled a bit. ” Please make sure lunch is started shortly, we have roughly.. 3, no.. 4 people including me here now.” He had said as the guy went on his way nodding, it would be good to relax and eat shortly after.

Nicholas?! Echoed through the halls as he knew it was Valmont, he had forgot about time. Rather quickly, he walked and it was faster then a human walk. Nicholas was of like a snake, fast on his feet and hearing, it really helped at times. Coming to a slow walk he realized that the presence he felt was Zachary, he had probably come back. Hearing him talk, he came up on the side and walked over to Valmont, handing the items. ” Sorry about the wait, I had to prepare some things in advance but, I bring the bored and chalk.” His eyes scanning over to Zachary. ” Hello Zachary. “ Nicholas said and let his eyes return to Ruby and Valmont, he made sure not to stare so long at some people, it’d make him paranoid that they somehow found out about him or were going to.

Zu:  It was amazing to Ruby of all the stuff that was owned exclusively by Valmont, it was nothing she’d ever think to see and be around at the same time. She’d take it all in, like a child going to the museum for the first time. Suddenly, a woman came to them and Ruby, while scared at the sudden interruption, according to her, she didn’t reach for her weapon. It seemed Ruby was getting slightly, yet slowly, more comfortable with her surroundings. She listened to the woman and turned to Valmont, who was acting wierd around her. Ruby didn’t realize what it was, but it might have been that Valmont smelled her, and thought it was a horrible smell: Ruby liked it.

It wasn’t until Zachary came so instantly that Ruby almost pulled out her scythe, he just came out of nowhere. She quickly turned her head to see, and seeing as he was friendly, just looked at him in the most innocent way possible. This whole time, she forgot to put her hood up and surprisingly enough, wasn’t thinking about it. So everyone would be able to see her faults. That didn’t last long though, as Nicholas came back too. So many people, all of whom worked for Valmont. Was Valmont trying to get Ruby to meet with everyone at once? It was all a bit much. She tugged on her sleeve, and looked at him with those eyes that said I wanna get outta here.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Valmont was indeed lucky at the quick thinking of his most trusted, Zachary. Noble and astute he arrived in the nick of time as the servant from the Lust Kingdom was trying it on, as only a creature from that domain would. Valmont’s face showed he was now more at ease, when the girl was given directives and more or less told to go on her way. If it was one thing that Valmont often had the urge to conquer it was women. Considering his current charge and the attentions she required, having a pretty distraction just wouldn’t do. With the maiden now off to complete her tasks, Zachary was able to do a more formal introduction.

“Good evening, Lord Valmont, Lady..?”

“Ah…Zachary, and a Good evening to you. This is Lady Ruby. We don’t know her true name but suffice to say, that the name Ruby seems fitting, and she doesn’t mind.”

It was then that Nicholas showed up, and with the requested items – the chalk board with string and the chalk. Both of which were to be very handy to help with the girl’s lessons in communication. Something she was not really able to do. Taking the board and chalk from Nicholas, Valmont thanked him with a warm smile. “Perfect timing, and no harm in the wait.”

Valmont was about to offer them to Ruby, when he felt the slight tug on his sleeve. Looking down to only see a slightly distressed look on Ruby’s face. Had something upset her, or was she intimidated by all the sudden attention. He did recall that she looked so lost and alone at the Isolated cliff face, and it took a bit to get her trust. Now, he gathered that this was all too much at once for the girl to handle.

Offering Nicholas and Zachary a firm nod each, he then made a suggestion that might calm the situation.

“I’m going to take Lady Ruby for a small tour of the training room. May I suggest gentlemen that you work on a list for an upcoming meeting of the Heads of the Kingdoms. I dare say that there is going to be some dramas after all that has gone on after the Greed ball. Official notices to all Princes…and er…Princesses to attend. Say…a Saturday.”

Having given instructions, Valmont offered his arm to Ruby to take her on a walk to the training room – that was equipped with the very best and latest in sword fighting equipment and armor.

~RB~

 

Kiri: Zachary nodded at Valmont with a smile, he could understand that Ruby was overwhelmed. Based on her energy signature at the moment, that was pretty obvious for the male. Instead of offering to help in a different way, he instead went with Valmont’s suggestion. It wasn’t a bad idea anyway, hopefully they could avoid another war. Though he highly doubted that much at all. The ball hadn’t gone very well from what he heard, and that meant things could go badly in terms of connections between all the princes and princesses. In all honesty, Zachary preferred that the peace stayed sound, no matter how tense. But, you couldn’t always have your way. That was the sad truth of the world.

“Of course Lord Valmont. Lady Ruby, I do hope you do enjoy your stay. Good morning Nicholas. Shall we?”

Zachary turned around on his heel, walking back towards the embassy once more, hopefully with Nicholas on his heels. The young serpent seemed to have something troubling him, and though Nicholas didn’t know it, Zachary could tell because of his ability to see and sense different kinds of energy. Zachary kept his race hidden from most, and one of the few exceptions was Valmont. Nicholas was not one of those however. Not yet anyway. That could change. Zachary didn’t waste time to go back to his study, mainly to begin drawing up the paperwork to start sending off the letters. This was going to take time, and he’d need the help of Nicholas.

“Since this will take some time, Nicholas. Would you mind helping me?”

They were close to Zachary’s study now, so it was up to Nicholas if he would help or not. Not that it’d be of any harmful consequence should he not.

Tsu:  Nicholas had gave a smile back as he took the bored. He could easily see distress from Ruby and knew why. Of course he too would be overwhelmed if he started meeting a bunch of new people all at the same time. Hearing Valmont talk about going to the training the training room, he smiled a bit. ” Aa, everything is set in their by the way.” He called after as Valmont and Ruby left him and Zachary. He was still nervous, their were things he didn’t know about people and something seemed slightly off about him but, he wouldn’t push. ” Good morning to you too Zachary.”

Seeing him walk, he followed after him staring at his back. What was he? That pondered if mind a bit but, shrugged the thought off. Nicholas wasn’t exactly close with all the staff members but, he knew all of them since he did live here and we’ll, part of his job was to know them. A small sigh slipped from his lips as he heard Zachary talking to him and looked at him. ” Of course, I’d love to help. Plus, Valmont asked us both so.. I’ll help regardless. “ He said with a smile and relaxed himself a bit, he needed to calm down, nothing was going to be found out and with that thought he relaxed completely.

 

 

 

Ruby – Part Three : SS.

The Ambassador Valmont has taken his new friend and charge; Ruby back to the Embassy of Hell.  It may be a great deal different to what she has been used too.

Scene setting – The Embassy : Seven Sins series.

Written with Tsu and Zu.

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Residence and offices of Valmont, the Ambassador of the Seven Kingdoms.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Embassy of Hell

Tall and imposing gates with spiked tips awaited Valmont and his new friend, as they had come back down the path of souls to the Embassy of Hell. Towered peaks were seen high above the tree line, and there was an air of wonder about the imposing sight that lay before them. The gates started to open of their own accord, with Valmont not even having to lift a finger as he strolled along with Ruby. To anyone else, they would think that the Ambassador had done very well for himself in Hell. In the past he had brokered deals between the kingdoms and helped settle disputes, before it all turned to bloodshed and battles. Sadly, he had not managed to quell Mammon’s appetite for getting his hands on other kingdoms, and in particular trying to unseat Gabriel from her new position as Princess of Wrath. Valmont had yet to see Gabriel, but had heard of the curse that Mammon had imposed shortly before taking his last breath. He did not value a woman to take the role of one of the seven heads of hell, and in a way by leaving her with a dick, he would get a dying wish come true. None of that mattered now, of course. No doubt Gabriel would be seeing to have the thing removed. One way or another. It was bound to be the talk of the town, sooner or later. Valmont was in no real hurry to find this out.

As the pair strolled up the drive, Valmont would spot a dinner table all laid out and adorned with candles. Wine chilling in a bucket on a stand and plates all ready to be filled with a sumptuous meal. Someone was expecting his return, but who?

“Hungry?” Valmont asked of Ruby, before realizing that the girl’s crude stitching might stop her from partaking in a meal.“Err…sorry.”

A slight hint of red shade appeared to his cheeks, but he offered to walk Ruby towards the table, and see just who was expecting them.

 

~RB~

 

Zu:

 

Ruby had never once explored many places since her arrival here in Hell, but she had a feeling she’d see places like this one more often than she ever thought possible. It was a really big embassy, but Ruby thought of it more of a palace or castle. She wouldn’t be able to remember where she saw something like this before; it was in her past, something locked away from her memory thanks to this curse of hers. She still clung to his arm, that way she wouldn’t lose her one and only friend. Ruby wouldn’t know what to do with herself. She hasn’t realized it yet, but she’d become more and more dependence on him, losing her own independence; it was all due to his kindness.

Ruby was lead to the dinner table, something also unfamiliar to her. The only time she rested was on the harsh ground in Hell. When asked if she was hungry, she wasn’t even listening because she was too busy staring in awe at the dinner table. She had taken off her hood, thinking nobody would be around them for a bit and it’d be more comfortable for her, now that she was accepted. Ruby took her seat, yet it didn’t feel right. She got off it and then sat back down, continuing this process until after doing it five more times, took her seat.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It is customary for a gentleman to hold the chair out and then slide it into position as the female guest takes a seat. Oddly enough, Ruby was having a bit of trouble. Perhaps this was all a bit much for her to take in. A dinner table out in the gardens of the grand estate. Valmont knew nothing but this type of lifestyle, and had hoped that Ruby would grow to like it. Valmont watched as Ruby sat down, then got off….then sat down, then got off. The Ambassador kept trying to move the seat forward, but each time he did, the girl kept hopping up. Valmont showed a perplexed expression till finally Ruby settled in her seat at last.

“That’s the ticket.” Valmont now pleased that he could take his seat at the table.

Soon a line of servants came trickling out of the main building. bringing with them various trays that were each packed with all manners of exotic food. From stuffed pheasant, to wild boar with an apple in it’s mouth. Vegetables with butter that were steaming as the trays were lifted off and then placed on the table neatly. It was enough to make the mouth water, and the taste buds tingle in anticipation. One servant started to pour red wine for Valmont, and he took up the glass, swirling it and inhaling its fine scent.

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“Mmm full bodied. Good year too.” This was said after he took a mouthful and swished it about in his mouth, making a strange sucking sound. “Very good. More please.” The waiter filled his glass, then made his way over to the girl and started to fill her glass. Valmont leaned side on so he could see his way around the waiter and whispered.

“Need a straw?”

~RB~

 

Tsu:  

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A door opened and steam came out from it, a male walked out from it. His hair was down and a towel wrapped around his waist, walking over he spied out the window from the side. Noticing he had returned with a guest, he’d better dress and go down. Nicholas walked away and pulled out his cloths that he wore, consisting of a white shirt, with a blue jacket and long black pants. Standing in front of a mirror, the towel dropped from his waist, he looked like a male, with girlish features but, it wasn’t just that. His whole lower half was of a female, he hid this very well most the time. A small sigh escaped his lips as he dressed himself and looked in the mirror, everything looked neat and tidy, just like he liked it. Bringing a towel up to his head, he dried his hair and then did a simple braid on the side. You’d wonder why a male would braid his hair but, he did it for not wanting to to hang down and because of the hormones of wanting to look like a girl, in a way. Sliding his shoes on, he opened his bedroom door and walked out, after making sure everything was folded and put away.

Nicholas walked down the stairs, descending down them to the side door. Opening he walked out and breathed in the cool air, it was indeed nice with the warmth. He continued on walking down a path way and came into view of where he saw both the people, finally stopping by them. ” Welcome back Valmont, I see you guys are enjoying the set up.” a deep but, light voice had said, his head looking over towards the girl. ” I see you brought a guest. I do hope you enjoy your stay and meal Miss.” He said finally and stood there looking back towards Valmont. ” Everything is done and filed, so I think nothing is left to be done.. for now at least. Is there anything else you’d like to be done?” Nicholas asked him and waited for a response.
 

Zu:  All Ruby could do was stare at the very thing she was oblivous to. She couldn’t remember the last time she had anything related to food. She’s seen it since beginning her life in hell, but never experianced it. Ruby would try to remember if she ever had something called food, but nothing came up. She had her hood up, thankfully, and made sure of it, because just as she had promised herself, only Valmont could see her face, as he gave her the time of day to even associate himself with the likes of her. Ruby could only stare at the glass that shouldn’t belong to her, being poored in front of her. When asked if she needed a straw, she could only stare at the glass. Ruby didn’t really want anything, even if she could, but that mattered not because the glass seemed far too interesting to her than Valmont at the moment.

Just as she was about to look at Valmont once again, she heard another voice and almost jumped out her skin in fright, about to pull out her blade as her instincts would have her do, but she fought against that and turned to see a female talking to Valmont. She couldn’t tell it was a male, even with the voice, as the body was of a female. She just looked at Nicholas blankly, her face still covering her features. Ruby would continue to stare before looking back at the table.

 

Razorbackwriter:  ” Welcome back Valmont, I see you guys are enjoying the set up.”

There was no mistaking the voice of Valmont’s secretary; Nicholas, who had just strolled out into the garden dinner setting. Welcoming back the Ambassador and of course, his guest. Valmont set down a napkin he was about to lay over his lap and rose to standing at Nicholas’s arrival, offering a light now, before gesturing a gloved hand towards Ruby. His guest had been studying the wine glass in detail and at no time made a move to actually attempt to drink from it. Perhaps food and drink were not her thing. Still Valmont had his manners, and could only smile when Nicholas hoped the girl would enjoy her stay.

“Charming as ever, my good friend. I would like to introduce….well, I am not sure of her name for she is unable to communicate. Let us call her…” Valmont took in the color of her cape and then chimed a pet name. “Ruby” It was a name that was not only easy to remember, but quite feminine. The ambassador paused, and listened to Nicholas ask if there was anything else that needed to be done, as all the filing was up to date. Valmont offered Nicholas a seat at the table, before he himself sat down.

“I am sure you are aware that the Greed Kingdom was putting on a ball this evening. Course, it ended in disaster before it had truly begun.” Valmont pressed his hands together just below his chin. How did he know this? Well, seeing and hearing disfigured demons in ball gowns hurrying from the estate, along with great blasts of fire and light in the sky was a pretty good indication. “I dare say it was a right ballroom blitz.” In a way, Valmont was glad he missed it, but miffed at not knowing who was amongst the dead. It was his job to keep tabs on all the Royals and for now that was something he needed to catch up on. First things first though, he had his guest to consider.

Valmont picked up his wine glass, and turned the glass around by the stem as he gaze at Ruby, whilst thinking…obviously.

“The royals can wait. No sooner is one crowned, another falls. It’s just happening at a faster rate than normal.”Valmont let out a sigh. “We have only just come through the War of Wrath, and no doubt there will be some repercussions over that. Hostility carried forth even after the final march of the drums.” Valmont set down his glass, then asked Nicholas. “I have a small task, though it might take some time. I wondered if you might work with me, in helping this dear girl learn to communicate. She knows nothing of how to engage, aside from a nod…or a head shake. Do you have any thoughts?”

~RB~

 

Tsu:  Standing there by them observing, his eyes went to Ruby’s to watch her for moment and looked back. Did she know? Something seemed a bit odd and he wasn’t sure, regardless he’d have to be careful. Oh how hectic it’d probably turn if anything was known, it’d be a ball. Finally coming to he listened to Valmont talk and thought about it, it must of been some night. Lifting his hand he rubbed the back of his head a bit and let out a small sigh. ” It must of been a busy night, huh. I did indeed hear and it probably was a spectacular ball.” He said with a bit of sarcastic tone to it, being playful towards it. Shortly a second later he’d chuckle at the last of his words of the ball and simply shook his head. He wondered what Valmont was thinking, while staring at her and holding a glass. You never honestly knew much anymore about what people thought at times.

” She can’t speak? Well, that’s rather weird but, we all have our own things.. I guess.” That would indeed be a task, how to teach someone how to communicate. A couple of ideas passed through his mind but, he wasn’t so sure. Nicholas looked at Ruby once again and mentally faced palmed. ” Excuse my manners, its nice to meet you Ruby, I’m Nicholas. I think it’ll be fun to help you with this communication thing.” He said and looked over to Valmont, a small smile came to his lips as he thought for a second. ” Well, of course I wouldn’t mind, I’m your Secretary after all and will do whatever is needed. As for ways to communicate.. how about sign language? or for starters we could set her up with a piece of paper and pen, tech her how to write? Then, she could use words through writing but, that might take a little while too.” Nicholas said and let out another sigh as he waited and hoped one of the two would work, if not they’d both have to think of something soon.

 

Zu:  Just because she wasn’t paying attention, didn’t mean that she wasn’t listening to what the two were exchanging. She started to mess around with what was around her as they were talking to each other. Ruby was really interested in what was surrouding her, never before has she experianced this before. It seemed she would be called Ruby, and there was a jolt in her brain that was only there for a moment but in that moment, something sprang up that she should be remembering. She looked around the place, having the face of someone who saw a shadow but quickly dismissed it. Of course, all her reactions were covered by her hood. She went back to playing with the silverware; Ruby looked like a child the entire time, which wasn’t a surprise.

 

Razorbackwriter:  ” She can’t speak? Well, that’s rather weird but, we all have our own things.. I guess.”

Indeed, this was true. Valmont for one had his own flaws that he had carefully masked over the years. The times he had to bite his tongue and not burst out loud at the ridiculous proclamations made by various Princes over the years. Often curbing his own carnal desires as he watched women throw themselves at the regal heads of state. Though it was a different story when it came to those that served beneath the glistening ballrooms and darkened chambers. Valmont had learnt how to come about the most tantalizing gossip that was whispered from the very sheets of those he served. As of the moment, he was out of the loop, but he always had a way of getting back in. He was of course discreet in just who he spoke to. Being surrounded by such immoral creatures allowed him to be influenced by them, and taking pride at times in outshining them. Not that they knew that. But in this setting, butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. Valmont did enjoy Nicholas’s company. Strange in a way. Valmont was not interested in the same sex, but there was something about Nicholas that usually tugged at the very pit of the Ambassador’s being. Valmont would never pry of course, but he just found himself taken in. Nicholas was not rash or one to be boastful. Didn’t parade around like some mad fop, but instead with an almost casual serenity. It was peaceful and relaxing to be in his presence.

Nicholas gladly offered to assist in helping their young hooded charge in learning to communicate, though this might require many hours and a lot of patience.

“And this is why I hold you so highly, Nicholas. Always ready to step up to the plate.” The Ambassador rising from his chair, no longer interested in food, but the newest challenge that was sitting before him. While Nicholas’s idea of a pen and paper were good ones to help start in the teaching, Valmont had another idea.

“I was thinking more a small chalk board. About the same size as a notepad. Tied with string so she can wear it around her neck. If we are going to teach her, she’d need a lot of paper. A chalkboard can be erased and written on, again and again.” Starting off simply, might be the go.

Approaching Ruby, he knelt one one knee so that again they can meet eye to eye. He noted her hood was down and he gazed up at her face. He was not afraid of what lay beneath it. Having already seen the curse – her vile stitching. Whilst he had thought of trying to break her free from it, he also didn’t want to spook her. Baby steps were sometimes needed. Another thought came to mind. She carried a weapon. A sword that she would easily un sheath when threatened. Was this because in another life she was a warrior? It would be so much easier if she could tell them.

Watching her play with the silverware, Valmont gathered that food and drink were also foreign to her. She wouldn’t be able to open her mouth. What had he been thinking? It brought from him a sigh.

“How foolish I have been? Swept up in my own world to see that this is all very new to you.” He rose to standing and offered Ruby his hand. “Why not come inside, and we can show you the beauty of the Embassy.”

If she did take up his offer, one of the rooms that they would go to was a training room. For sword fighting.

~RB~