While Marguerite is off at the Witches Circle, Marcus learns more about Madame Green’s visions, till Mother Dearest makes a shocking return.
Co-written with Artie.
(RP- Supernatural Fantasy)
“Oh, Marcus. I shouldn’t lie by telling you that you were my only reason… Your brother’s life in shambles is my daily amusement, you understand… But I will admit you played quite a part.” The oracle purred, raising her hands to his jawbone. The two would remain as such, though a moment after she would pull away, gazing at him with sly eyes. “Oh, how are you two even related..?” It was a wonder to the Madame – one was witty, cunning, attractive, sly… and the other temperamental, hopeless, and reckless. The Madame could not recall the two brothers having a different upbringing, really, but they were so different they might as well be from different roots. They did, however, share their features of stunningly dark hair and vibrant blue eyes.. That, she admitted, was attractive of Raul – though, in her opinion, Marcus did it better..
“Your mother is a lovely woman.” The Madame would grin, teasingly for a moment more. At this she would twirl away from Marcus, but still hold onto his hand, as one might when dancing and twirling from their partner. Her eyes were bright as she gazed to him, holding mischievous energy but also a paradoxical innocent one.. Her eyes would go to the bar, instead passing the cup he had poured for her and taking a beer instead. “Oh, I’ve changed my mind. Perhaps a drink in these times are best.” Madame would twist the bottle open with her powers, as if she was unscrewing it, hand hovering over the cap.. From there she would sit upon the couch, sitting from it and gazing at the Black brother..
“Oh, Marcus… Begin fortifications, if you know what is good for you.. A turn of the century for Hell is coming.. and it is not just that of the child.” The woman casually placed her beer on the coffee table, then leaned back against the couch, folding a leg over the other and placing her hands into her lap – this would seem as if she was getting comfortable, but was truly a guise of the paralysis that would come upon her, eyes turning white just as she’d leaned back – her face slackened, head falling backwards against the piece of furniture.. This would last a few moments – Marcus was familiar with her visions. They were, after all, old friends in a world where friends seemed impossible, only allies that would betray you later. Where her visions were normally peaceful, silent… this one caused her eyes to flutter, a soft moan of fear coming from her lips as her brows would furrow…
The Black Tower
Noticing the sudden quiet, which was unusual in itself when Mother was around, the devilish Black son suddenly found cause to smirk as he swirled his glass of whiskey.
Mother….had left the building. It was the perfect opportunity to let his hair down truly, and of course with such charming company as the delightfully wicked Madame Green it could become quite the party. Marcus was more the playboy son of the family, and while Marguerite doted on Raul for god knows what reason, it gave Marcus ample opportunity to be the brat. Though older and the rightful heir to the Black family name, Raul was the chosen one to marry into Hell’s royalty. Mother and her schemes. He thanked the stars that he did not cop the same treatment as Raul did. It would be enough to make any man want to tear their hair out.
“Ahaha…The Elders know how to pick their timing.” Amused to no end, and thankful that he had not yet reached Elder status. Back to the oracle, who was now clutching his jaw and asking how it was ever possible that the two Black sons could be brothers. They were as different as night and day.
“Different fathers, my dear.” It would be a shock to anyone outside the family, for while Marcus was the true heir, Raul was in fact a bastard. Marguerite had gone to great lengths to keep that a secret. “My father headed the Black Dynasty, Raul’s daddy….was some one night stand that Mother had with….with…damn what was his name….Shamus…I think.”To Marcus the name meant nothing, and he was more than happy to spill this little family secret. “My father was better looking. Whoever the twit that got my mother in the sack was….he must have spiked her drink. But…that is past and we all know how pathetic my brother really is. It’s all in the genes.” He tapped his nose as he said this and then let out a loud guffaw when Madame Green announced that his mother was a lovely woman.
“Oh you jest, surely.” Marcus continued with dancing eyes as he twirled the woman around the floor of the room as though they were at a ball. “The Devil himself wouldn’t touch her with a pike pole. Even he has standards.” The wickedness of this Black son was something else. “My position is assured. She can’t manipulate me even if she wanted too. I am my Father’s son.” Of that he was proud.
The conversation however took on a more serious nature, when Madame Green announced that he would need to start building fortifications if he knew what was good for him, and it was not just to do with the child. Marcus raised a brow, when Green let this little cat out of the bag.
“Changes in hell are always a constant. What with the twits that rule the Kingdoms. But….if you recommend that we get ready for whatever new threats are out there, I will do as you say. Can’t hurt, can it?” Marcus released Madame Green’s hand and went to ring a bell to order the head of house to come at once so that plans could be set in place for construction. There would of course be some magic required, and that would be done on a united front. As his back was turned however, he failed to see the change in the woman, who had begun to feel a real fear. Something was coming…but what?
It was only for a few moments until Madame had sat up straight, with widened eyes and a shocked look on her face. “My…!” Raul was the spawn of Marguerite and Shamus?! Oh, how deliciously juicy! Such a secret much be spoken sparingly, of course… Didn’t want to give away all of her cards, now did she? “Marcus! Mother Dearest is en route. Oh, this is lovely!” The Madame looked excited, clasping her hands together as she began to spin around the room, then closed her eyes. She appeared as though waltzing, only alone in this act – but a moment would pass and her eyes would blink open as she stopped abruptly, Marguerite’s full plan suddenly coming to her, eyes flashing white. “Oh.” Her excitement was gone as quickly as it had come forth, her face a thin line now. “I do hope you’re not too… greedy.” The Madame let her sentence hang, staring at the warlock. Yes, she had chosen those words particularly – the blue of her true form’s eyes beginning to show through despite her current mask – but it was a mere moment, and the brown had returned.
Perhaps, Madame thought, she should obtain one of these kingdoms herself.. Yes. She was fit to be a Princess, wasn’t she? And, as far as she knew – precious Wrath had died a few moments ago. Wrath, indeed. Ah, but no! The kingdoms were beneath her. The witches confided in her when they did not know what could happen – yes, they were strong, but even they did not possess the skill of foreseeing as far as the Madame could. She was, after all, an oracle. And, despite Madame’s reputation as a bitch, this was only to a few – for the witches knew her as she was. Some were even Madame’s oldest friends. While she and the witches never sat down for afternoon tea and gossiped like carefree birds, they did tend to meet up in specified locations where they could not be interrupted, and inbetween their serious business more trivial news was mentioned. For instance, an older Elder by the name of Rudith’s great-great grandson had recently gotten married. While this mattered really to none of the grouping, it was still something to know – but, as Rudith had joked, “As if Greenie didn’t know that anyway!”
The oracle’s eyes had wandered, gazing about the extravagant and ancient room. It was a few minutes that she was lost in thought, before looking back at Marcus, as though just realizing he was there.. “Oh, Marcus. You say you won’t be manipulated, but just you wait until mother dearest decides you ought to go after the Greed Princess. Who, is already taken, but I don’t suppose she particularly cares. After all, you are merely a pawn to her..” While the Princess and Scar were not official quite yet, Madame could see where their future lay – a happy one. Good on the witch, though Mariela did not quite realize the bumps ahead. The oracle sat once more, though she knew that soon would be the time to take her leave. In only a few moments, Marguerite would have returned.. and boy, did she intend to smirk knowingly. This information had only just been revealed to her – the oracle technically knew the moment that Shamus and Marguerite decided to have sex, but it wasn’t as if she was particularly remembering of the situation. No, only important events, like the birth of Bandit and Raul’s son.. “Here comes the mother.” The words were spoken under her breath, a mutter that only she could slyly here. Any moment, and the matriarch would come crashing in. Oh, this family disaster was better than those shows the humans watched.
The Black Tower
One of the wonderful things about the oracle, was her ability to sense when someone is en-route to the destination where she was standing. The fact that it was Marguerite that was coming was enough to make Marcus roll his eyes. When he had earlier suggested that if she wanted more answers about Raul and this unborn child, Marcus didn’t know that she would seek out the Witches Circle. He was happy if she pursued Raul’s misadventures than bother him when he was in the company of such a rose as Madame Green. He’d just finished explaining how he would heed her warning about fortifications, but there was one he would love to keep out of Black Tower and that would be his own meddling mother. What was worse was that the oracle was about to relay more than just Marguerite’s movements, but also that she was going to test her son’s will against manipulation after the events that unfolded whilst at the circle.
“Oh, Marcus. You say you won’t be manipulated, but just you wait until mother dearest decides you ought to go after the Greed Princess. Who, is already taken, but I don’t suppose she particularly cares. After all, you are merely a pawn to her..”
“What?” It was the only word that could leave the warlock’s mouth. He knew of Madame Green’s insight, but this…this was a bit much. “I don’t date who my mother picks for me, thank you very much.” Already the hair on the back of his neck was bristling, and his grip on his crystal glass was getting stronger. It looked like he was set to break it with the rising anger that was swelling in him. You could even see the beginnings of his dark aura coming to life. “She knows better than to play Miss Match maker with the Heir to the Black lands.”
As these words spilled from his mouth, the room filled with a gale like wind as Marguerite came into view. She had overheard what Marcus had just said, and then glared at Madame Green who had just finished saying… “Here comes the mother.” in a very low hush that was not meant for anyone else’s ears but her own.
“You might think differently when I spell out to you what took place at the Witches circle….Son.” Marg emphasized the word “son” as she removed her travel cloak and handed it to her man servant; Warner. A bald headed man dressed impeccably in a three piece suit.
Smoothing out her gown from the hasty return to Black Tower, she appeared to be in her element, regardless of whatever face that Madame Green was pulling.
Marcus knew nothing about the new Princess of Greed, safe to say that she had killed Lydia. The brother of Raul had no love for Lydia as he found her far too ambitious and greedy for his own tastes. It was fitting that she was the reigning head as she suited the title well. But Marguerite’s statement did raise his curiosity to a level where he decided to bite.
“Well for one, the girl is a witch. Pretty…blonde. I know, not your type but…she uhm….she basically threatened to take down every leader of the Kingdoms of Hell….along with the entire witches council of elders if they so much as tried to mess with her family.” The power of these words was enough to make Marcus’s jaw drop. Had the killing of Lydia gone to the girl’s head? Or was she being tainted by the powers that would have crossed over to her when the Princess was slain at her hand?
“She threatened Lavinia? All of you?’ Marcus knew the Elder held sway of all witches and warlocks alike. Only offering them Elder status when they had passed her testing. Something that he himself had yet to do. Marcus was not normally just go to see Lavinia as she demanded so his rights to Elder-ship had yet to be fulfilled.
“Everyone….even the Dark one.” Marguerite could see the wheels in Marcus’s mind turning over. This wasn’t merely match making, this was so much more.
“So where is this girl now?’
Hook…line and sinker.
Marguerite smiled in triumph. She knew her son could hardly resist a challenge, especially with a girl who had just made enemies with everyone he knew.
“Still at Witches Circle, but if she had any sense at all, she’d return to that kingdom of hers, before word gets out of her vulnerability. Her family.”
That was enough for Marcus, who turned to Madame Green and bowed.
“I have a date with a blonde. Why don’t you and Mother play bridge….or knit booties for Raul’s child.”
With a laugh he vanished into a darkened mist, leaving Marguerite standing there with her attentions turned onto the oracle.
“Greed….will be mine.”