More than a feeling – The Embassy – PD

More than a feeling….

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Embassy of Hell

The ride back from Krakus Mountain by Valmont and Nicholas, was a pretty somber one. Valmont had failed to stop Raul from both the killing of Amala and Habib, and also was unable to stop the Warlock from escaping. For a man like Valmont, this was a crushing blow to his self esteem. He rode with an impassive expression. Like talking about it was not going to help. What would Zachary say about his Ambassador now? That he was less of a man for not being able to stop one man from getting away with murder. Valmont was being hard on himself. Reason being, he put Nicholas first. Constantly trying to protect him, when he should have gone on the offensive. It was eating into him.

Arriving late now back through the gates of the Embassy, he was quick to disembark – handing the reigns of his horse to a stable boy, then giving Nicholas a chance to catch him up. Valmont had taken his bag down off the back of the horse, and swung it over his shoulder. He appeared stony faced, and in the fading light it was still possible to see the pain in his eyes. When Nicholas dismounted finally, Valmont would turn and head up and into the Embassy only to drop his bag at the door for a staffer, and then make a bee line for his office. Maybe Zachary beat them back. He was hopeful that Bandit would be found again soon, and before Raul.

On entering his office, it was plain to see that Zachary had not yet made it back. Angered by this he walked over to a filing cabinet that on the top of it had a whiskey decanter and a few crystal glasses. Would having a drink cure the pain and conflict he felt? He went to reach for a glass, when the flash of memory of Amala and Habib being murdered appeared before his eyes. Valmont squinted, and then with a roar of anger, he punched his fist into the filing cabinet, causing him to cut his hand open on the twisted metal drawer. Pulling his hand back, you could see the open cuts and the blood running down his hand. He actually enjoyed the pain.

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Maybe this could make him feel something other than the wretched thoughts that had taken his mind prisoner.

~RB~

 

 

Tsu:  The ride back to the Embassy had been a quiet one, Nicholas could tell Valmont was still upset. It hurt him too, he didn’t want to see him like this but, of course it was bound to happen. Once they arrived, he’d dismount and watched Valmont go into the place quickly. Greeting the stall boy, he’d bring his bags behind him and set them down next to Val’s. Nicholas went about talking to a couple of people quickly, making sure everything was okay and explaining what happened. Also telling that the carriage would need to be picked up, it had broken down after all. He wondered up towards Valmonts office just in time to hear the angry roar and smashing, which worried him. Quickly he’d go in and saw the bleeding hand, a small gasp escaping his lips. Walking out of the room for a moment he returned, with a first aid kit. Slowly he walked over to Valmont.

” Valmont, let me fix your hand. It’s going to be alright. ” He said calmly, trying to sooth him as best as possible.

Picking up his injured hand he would tend to it, getting out the peroxide and bandages. While doing this blood had fallen onto Nicholas jacket and his hands were slightly bloody. He would take off his jacket, along with the scarf around his neck. All that remained was the long white dress shirt he had on. Once he finished bandaging Val’s wounded hand, he’d unbutton his cuffs and roll them up. It was slightly hot so, without really caring he let down his hair. It fell over his shoulders and down his back, you could see the girlish features. Quickly he’d pull it all up into a bun, short and long strands of hair hanging on the side of his face. Nicholas undid the first button to his shirt and with that, his full neck was exposed, the cheekbones and sculpture of his face, visible to Valmont. Lifting Valmont’s hand Nicholas would grasp it in his own two, holding it and looking at him.

” I know what happened was sad but, It was my fault too. I could of started attacking and I didn’t. We both didn’t act quick enough, me probably being a reason why you didn’t go as quick.” Nicholas said, knowing that if Valmont hadn’t been protecting him, he’d of had Raul and wouldn’t of let him get away.

” Zachary will be fine, I know it, I can feel it. He will save Bandit and the child, he’s strong enough to kill Raul if needed. You should know this more then anyone, he’s been here longer then I have. I refuse to let you drink it away or hurt yourself, it won’t happen.” He said in a somewhat scolding voice, him lifting his hand and kissing it some.

It was just a small comfort that only Nicholas could hope would help him. He really would hate to have him drink away the problem, when their were other ways of coping. Nicholas would let of his hand and rest his hands on his hips, letting out a deep sigh and staring at Valmont, watching him. Maybe things would get better tonight, he had a gut feeling that it might or they might not.

 

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The Embassy of Hell

Turning his hand over to see the blood on the back, Valmont was then interrupted by the small gasp that Nicholas let out. Valmont half expected him to come in, and possibly scold him for injuring himself in a fit of anger. Instead, Nicholas left the room, only to return with a small first aid kit. Valmont rolled his eyes, thinking the wound was nothing more than superficial. Course it was painful as you would expect it to be. Walking across the room, Nicholas was intent to tend to his Lordhip, even though Valmont felt foolish and embarressed about the whole thing. He had trouble looking at the young man, who was now holding his hand whilst getting the peroixide and bandages.

“You really shouldn’t have to do this. It’s just a scratch.” Valmont was really bad at lying. Nicholas’s soft words were clearly not getting through. Truth was, the real pain was coming from a place that you couldn’t see. As the young man had blood dripping on him, he took off his jacket, and then his scarf which left him only wearing the very light and see through dress shirt. With his hair tumbling down, before being put up in a loose bun, Valmont would finally look at Nicholas again, yet see the feminine version of him Even opening his shirt, and pushing up his sleeves showed off the supple white of his skin. So smooth….that Valmont caught his breath as he stared at the delicate contours of his neck. It was like he was seeing Nicholas for the first time, but not as a male. He was seeing him as a female. This of course was bringing back that same feeling he had in the carriage. The ambassador’s heart started beating faster, as he watched Nicholas tend to him with such care. Words being said about what had happened up on Krakus only reminded him of his failings, and how he put Nicholas’s safety first. This may have prevented him from saving the Fallen, but who knew if he even could be that fast. It was Raul after all.

For a moment, it was like Nicholas knew what was going on in the back of the incubus’s mind…or did he? Mentioning Zachary only brought out an exasperated face. What on earth would he say when he learns that Raul got away….and the fallen had been murdered in front of them. It was hard to imagine, but one thing was for sure – he wasn’t going to be pleased.

“Zachary will do it right. I know…I know. He will save Bandit, and hopefully the child.” Valmont looked down at Nicholas with softer eyes, and then it happened. Nicholas brought Valmont’s hand to his lips and kissed it. This sent a thrill through Valmont’s body and he froze as he watched Nicholas with widening eyes. Did he not understand why he hurt himself truly? He was still confused about his feelings, his ideals. He wasn’t supposed to have these feelings, but he did.

“I refuse to let you drink it away or hurt yourself, it won’t happen.”

Valmont stared at Nicholas with a growing need that drink would not even be able to stop now. He closed the gap between them, and reached for the second button on Nicholas’s shirt, undoing it. Then….he undid another and another till all were undone. His large hands ran back up under the soft silk of the shirt till it pushed it back off his shoulders. Almost as though hypnotized, he reached around and undid the bun that held Nicholas’s hair in place, so that it would spill out again over his shoulders like before.

“It looks so much better down.” Valmont started to rake his fingers through Nicholas’s hair, as though brushing it back – feeling its softness. The incubus was attracted to the female half of Nic and he was unable to help himself now. Was he going to regret his actions later? This being so shocking, that it was exciting him further. A taboo perhaps, but Valmont had not wanted something as much as he did now and it was right before him.

Valmont drew Nicholas to him by wrapping his hand around the young man’s neck and pulled him into his form so they were now chest to chest. Nicholas would be able to smell the heightened sense of the incubus’s growing hunger….and feel it.

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“Can you feel this?’ His voice now husky as their hips pressed against each others and the incubus kissed the young man with a renewed passion. Forcing his tongue into Nicholas’s waiting mouth, while their bodies started to dance.

 

~RB~

The Oracle : The Embassy of Hell – PD

Was the Oracle’s predictions leading the Embassy staff into unknown dangers?  Or was that her plan all along?

 

Kiri:  

 

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“Hmm… sounds like things must be getting interesting.. though it’s not the interesting I’d prefer obviously.”

A voice, calm and almost calculating in a chilling way that was surprising to the ones who’d been there for awhile. It came from nearby shadows, or rather a shadow that was currently forming, straight from nowhere. It was a bit strange, yes, but of course, the male who was beginning to form from this portal of darkness was the strangest and most mysterious male in Hell; in his own personal right of course, considering no one yet knew his full heritage except a few select individuals. However, while Valmont may have been used to the random and unexpected appearances of this male, Nicholas and whoever this other female was would not. After all, even if Nicholas knew Zachary’s heritage, he hadn’t had this happen to him yet.

Zachary Knight, having now fully formed with his sword in sight, and the darkness melting away from his form, stood at a moderate height with midnight colored hair and blue eyes with crimson pupils; those eyes seeing all the energy around and inside of the others, giving him a seventh sense which was an allowance to read individuals like books. Zachary gave the trio a small, sly grin which spoke of an intelligence that was always plotting away at something, regardless of his neutral disposition. Of course, this moment was no exception as he spoke up with the same voice as before.

“Well… will someone finish filling me in? All I heard was that someone was having a boy, and that they were strong enough to eclipse someone’s power; not that I’m any better really, but still, Umbra-divination isn’t always the best thing to use if you want to know things… speaking of which; I need to make a mental note to use light next time.”

Random…. but oh well! Time to find out what was really going on!

 

Artie:

 

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Madame gazed through Valmont, to the chair behind him – she hadn’t even blinked at the sudden voice of Zachary, a part of her expecting his arrival. “Dear, for someone to finish filling you in, we’d have to have been intending to bring you up to speed in the first place.” The words were aimed at Zachary, but still Madame Green stared forwards, her eyes towards the other blonde but not quite focused. Glazed over, even.. One might think she was blind if she had not been looking at Nicholas only moments before. “It will be catastrophic either way, Valmont.” Blue irises occupied her eyes one moment, the next she was completely white-eyed, no trace of a pupil or the pale blue that had been there prior.

Such a view was quite terrifying – this was the Madame Green that was raised under Lucifer, this was the Madame that gave off an aura of death and decay… but also life and rebirth. The aura of those so powerful their own gifts were also curses, paradoxes in strength. Madame stood, pushing her chair back. At the moment she truly was blind – but she was not moving her body, at the moment she was being moved. Her right hand, with its scarlet-colored nails, would raise. For a moment, her hair would darken, turning auburn in color, eyes beginning to glow white – this was not Madame Green, this was Raven… “Violet is his name, amber is his heart.. But the web he is led to weave is black, dripping in red..” Could this have any relation to the child that she spoke so cautiously of before?

There was an uneasy silence as the room felt as though the air in it had been sucked out, but breathing became easier within a few moments, her hair turning lighter and her eyes beginning to fade, blue appearing slowly. A soft sigh as she would sit down, taking her tea and gingerly taking a sip, as though nothing had just happened.. “We must get to the child before it can be raised under the ways of.. Raul..” Her eyes flickered from the cup to Valmont. “Imagine, such power under his influence.. The death of us all, it will be..” And then she was gone in the next moment, nothing more than a memory, her teacup resting empty on the table..

 

Tsu:

 

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Nicholas had began eating now, it was rather delicious. Carlos was always the best for making good meals, something you’d never get tired of. He’d caught onto Valmont’s looks and simply smirked a bit, of course woman. They were such a pain at times and he’d encountered them before and seen from Valmont’s view. Though that would be a bit hypocritical considering, Nicholas himself was half woman. He could relate on some things and it tended to be annoying, a small chuckle escaped his lips from the thought, even if it was low he knew it’d be heard.

Nicholas had finished just as Zachary had come in, he didn’t seem fazed much but, that was just his front. Quietly he had taken note in his head about what Valmont said, getting up after he finished.

” Good day to you, Zachary.” He had said, before feeling the aura in the room change. His eyes wondered over to where the female sat, she was indeed different now. Observing and not saying anything, the atmosphere returned to normal and Nicholas walked to the phone.

Picking it up he’d pull out a small notepad from his pocket and then a pen from the table, where the phone sat. Picking it up he’d jot down what was said to him about remembering the kid, finishing he slipped it back in his pocket. His back was turned to them and he simply undid his tie a bit, keeping it still neat to perfection. Once the lined picked up, he’d put a hand in his other pocket, pulling out glasses and placing them on his face.

” Yes, please prepare it. Also, have Carlos make sure dinner is done, once we’re back. Thank you.” Nicholas said and hung the phone up.

Adjusting the glasses he’d put his hand through his hair and moved his bangs a bit, more hanging down. This was his way of trying to appear more mannish to the others, outside the Embassy. Whether it worked always, was unknown. He liked to hide his eyes behind the glasses and the girlish features, though he rarely wore glasses. Turning back to him with his small changes still having everything neat on him, he gave a smile.

” Everything is ready, so we may leave when you wish.”
 

 

Razorbackwriter:  

 

Embassy of Hell

You had to hand it to Zachary and his sense of timing. With news such as this and at this time, it was going to be a case of the whole inner circle to be up to speed and get on the case. Naturally, Zachary wanted to be brought up to speed. He’d caught the gist of it, but Madame Green didn’t appear to keen to start from the top and relay it all again. She was funny that way about who she addressed and gave her time too. Valmont had a unique relationship with her. Some would call them a perfect match, except he didn’t appear to have to try to hard with her, or put on any false airs. Maybe it was because they were so much alike in ways that were only different by their sex. Madame Green saw the dangers in this prophecy on several levels. One being the nature of the father, two the fact that this child could eclipse the magical powers of all in Hell itself. The first thing that they needed to do, was find the mother that carried the unborn child before Raul did. Madame Green already hinted at that. For if the child was raised by the likes of Raul, it could be twice the danger that it presently was.

It appeared that this was now going to be a race. A race that Valmont was determined to win. He was also beginning to suspect that the child might even be a threat from Madame Green herself, as she had said the child would have a greater power than her own. It was strange what power did to people. Those that craved it, those who had it but always wanted more. And what of the mother? What if she discovered this pregnancy and chose to end the life before it was even born, if she could feel the power growing within.

Standing, Valmont turned to Zachary and walked the distance that separated them. Once he had him in ear shot, he said simply. “Raul the Black has sired a child within the womb of the human Bandit. The woman he had as a slave for years. Madame Green was just informing us of the danger this baby may and can cause when it is born. I have already told Nicholas to ready a carriage and make preparations for us to find the mother and child.”[/b]

This would be enough intel for Zachary to form his own conclusions. But just as Valmont was ready to head out into the hall, he could hear an odd sound coming from Madame Green. Looking back at her, he noticed that she was in some sort of trance.

“Violet is his name, amber is his heart.. But the web he is led to weave is black, dripping in red..” A cryptic message from a voice that was not Madam Green. The colours didn’t make sense, but the webbing part did. “Dripping in red” That spelt death. When Madame Green changed back to her true self, she admitted what he feared. They had to find the child and now. As she said, it could be the death of them all.

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“Zach…Nicholas? We are leaving…now!”

Time was of the essence, and the hunt for Bandit got underway.

 

~RB~

 

Kiri: 

 

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Zachary’s right eye twitched at the woman who had decided to be a bit of a smart ass to him. Sometimes even Zachary had to hold back annoyances, but that was nothing compared to some things he’d heard in the past. Zachary gave a nod, and smile, to Nicholas as he said hello, his attention now almost completely on Valmont as he explained the situation. Zachary’s azure eyes narrowed for a moment as he listened, his head already spinning into action as he placed each name to a face and then began assessing everything on his own. Well… this wasn’t good, based on the little bit he heard and this, Hell was about to get a taste of some crazy shit.

Zachary nodded at Valmont, but instead of following him, the male started running in a beeline in the opposite direction on purpose. Valmont knew the purpose of Zachary doing this hopefully, especially since Zachary’s form almost immediately melted into a shadow. Zachary kept an eye on the energies of the world enough already, and he was going to trace Raul’s and Bandit’s until he found either. Which meant he was already on the trail of someone, but who? Bandit? Or Raul? Time would tell.

 

Tsu:

 

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Nicholas had watched as everyone dispersed, leaving the place. Hearing Valmont call on them leaving, he’d ready himself and walk out of the dinning room. Everyone was going sepret ways? That seemed a bit odd but, it also made sense. They had a goal, a goal to find this person and her child. You could say it felt like some secret mission but, Nicholas knew better. Quickly before leaving her had called out to a couple of maids, explaining instructions.

” You’re to make sure everything stays tip top. You Noel, know how to contact me, if needed. Please, don’t wreck the place or you’ll face Valmont’s wrath and mind later on.” He’d said in a sweet but, sinister tone.

Their were many sides to Nicholas, some seen and some not. He could be the most gayest sweet person you’ve seen or be harsh and cruel. Of course, the first part had to do with his two parts of this being. Once everything was prepped, he walked outside to where Valmont was already in the Carriage. Giving a couple of instructions to the driver, he’d make himself inside, sitting across from Val. Something in his gut made him think something was going to happen here but, he ignored the thought and set his hands in his lap.

Bromance – The Embassy of Hell : PD

Madame Green was making herself known at the Embassy, feeling it in her mind to pass on some very interesting gossip.  Valmont and Nicholas may well have to investigate.

 

Tsu:  Nicholas had watched him talk, listening. Yes, hopefully whoever took next would do better. It was something he hoped, maybe someone who will have different ideals but, Nicholas wouldn’t wish. A small chuckle escaped his lips from his comment about the tie, indeed he did.

” Indeed you did, I’m very proud of you.” He said a bit teasingly and shook his head.

It was rather interesting about his relationship with him, you could say it was a unique one at it. Granted, he didn’t know about Nicholas secret, even though they were honest about things. It was something he would never tell, unless he found the right time to say it and not be afraid of the outcome. A small smile came to his face hearing about the paper work, as he walked over now.

” You’re right, it can wait. It’s time to each for, I’m starved to-“ He was cut off by hearing a woman’s voice saying ” Valmont, dear!”

Nicholas looked over and realized who it was, he thought no one was coming by. But, of course it was Madame Green, always unpredictable at times. He had looked between the two and knew of them, Nicholas knew almost any relationship between Valmont and people he knew but, some he didn’t or wished not too.

” Pleasure to you too, Ms.Green.” He said with his polite manner tone and gazed her over.

Hearing about the delay in the kitchen he was rather nervous, what was going to happen? Hearing the counting and the loud crash, he’d sigh a bit and wonder what happened. Apparently lunch will be delayed then, for a couple of minutes at least. A hand went up to rub his temple a bit, it sliding through his hair after and then landing back by his side.

” You’re looking good yourself, Ms. You’re most welcome to join us for lunch, once the kitchen is finished of course..” Nicholas said and then looked back over to Valmont.

 

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Embassy of Hell 

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It was good to have such playful banter between the two men. They were close, but not in each other’s pockets. Nicholas often appeared to others to be preoccupied with diligence and good time management. All well and good in the Embassy but sometimes you needed to be a little informal. Nicholas knew when to make light of the Ambassador – picking his moments so carefully. His tease about how he was proud of the fact that Valmont had made the effort to put on a tie this day brought about a happy slap to Nicholas’s back. The hand may have lingered a little, but it was nothing over affectionate.

Kind of like…

Bromance.

As the two were heading to the dining hall, both claiming to be starved, they would be interrupted by the sound of a woman’s voice. One very determined and powerful voice. Her shrill greeting was heard practically across half the embassy. it got not only Valmont’s attention, but also that of Nicholas.

“Valmont, dear!” The voice was unmistakable. Only one woman sounded like her. Madame Green. The only woman in Hell that had managed to stay alive after a few rounds beneath the sheets with the ever intriguing Incubus. “Well, well, Madame Green. You finally decided to pop in and see me. Shame how you never return my calls.” She was well known for being Illusive. Amazing how one so petite, could have such influence and power. The joys of being an oracle. Nicholas was quick to return her greeting, but it now felt like a “three’s company” kind of situation. All back to niceties and formality. Naturally, Valmont being the gentleman that he was, reached for her hand and kissed the back of it tenderly and with affection. His eyes locked on hers for a second, knowing full well that this was not a social call at all. As per usual, it was business. Business….always came first with her.

The stiffness was broken by the sounds of breaking crockery and smashing of glass. Dramas in the kitchen, right as she arrives. Sort of a coincidence, if you asked Valmont. He quirked a brow, not at all sure of what was really going on.

Nicholas invited the vixen to stay for a meal, once the kitchen was in order again, and Valmont added to that invitation.

“I do try to impress, Madame. It’s one of my less sinister charms.”

The Ambassador then gestured for them all to go to the dining room and wait to finally be served. Valmont would usher Madame Green into a seat, and then do the same for Nicholas.

“Madame, I know you are not here for the food. Care to share the reason for your visit?”

 

~RB~

 

Artie:  “Oh, if you insist. But I’ll skip out on eating, you know I’m only here for gossip.” Madame grinned, winking a bit playfully as she was ushered into a seat, resuming the same seating position as before – one leg crossed over the other, though now both of her arms were crossed over her chest. “Listen, Val – yes, I will have tea, thank you.” Madame had turned to the upcoming waiter before speaking to Valmont once more, answering him before he could even ask the question. If she couldn’t see into the future, one might have seen this as imposing and rude, but frankly she felt that she was just saving the poor boy some breath.

“There’s a birth in our midst!” At his eyes gazing at her, she would scoff and roll her eyes. “No, not me!Raul! Yes, the ever-so-friendly warlock. What a character, innit he?” Madame would smile, her eyes adopting a mischievous glint. “With the thief! Ah.. but.. shhh… don’t tell anyone.” Madame smirked, leaning forwards to have both of her forearms against the table, as though she was telling a secret – her index finger would press against her lips, only a laugh slipping through.. This pose would last only for a few moments before she appeared to be quite serious..

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“They’re going to have a boy..! But I have a feeling their child might surpass the powers of Raul. No – I know this. Valmont. The child might be more powerful than I.” Madame suddenly looked somber at this. “The child’s name will be Grimm. I don’t know how much more of a warning I can give on this.” Her brows raised. “The child will be the savior of Hell or the ruin of it.. That much I know.” Would the violet eyes be the child’s.. or amber? Better yet.. which side was what..? With a light huff, Madame sat back. She looked up at the sky, appearing to wait for something.. but what? What could it be that she saw before they did.. Oh, it was always so curious.. “And, of course, I am still going to remain infant free..” A scoff. Valmont knew of her entire situation – it had been discussed before, in the odd chance he may have been theone… But it never happened. Fortunately, she supposed. Though the power that would come from the child would also allow a translation into the father.. So much power.. It was kind of disappointing. Who did the gods assign?

 

Tsu:  Feeling the slap to the back, Nicholas couldn’t help but laugh to himself. It was rather funny, he simply shook his head a bit, as they made there way to the dining hall. Being ushered to sit, he’d take a seat and cross one leg over the other, under the table. Call it one of the feminine traits he has to deal with. Nicholas didn’t have much to input to the conversation, it was mainly between them. Being as he is, he got up and went over to the other table and made the tea and drinks. He would give Valmont the usual, as his usual too. Bringing the plate with a tea cup on it and the tea, setting it down in front of Ms.Green. He was of course one for doing these things so, it was in his job.

Shifting over he handed Valmont his own and retook his seat with his own drink. Listening to the conversation he wondered what was going to happen. Maybe it’d be an interesting turn of events for hell. Someone more powerful? A thought came to his mind but, he disregard it. Nicholas wasn’t one for going into others personal fair, he only knew what he needed and who was known around here. After the time had passed, the doors open and Carlos comes out with a couple of maids. The food would of been served to Valmont and Nicholas, other items being set out on the table as fruit plates and other stuff, encase she had changed her mind. A small sigh escaped his lips as he waited for a moment and took a sip of his drink.

 

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The Embassy of Hell

Valmont should have known. Gossip. That was Madame Green’s whole reason for the unannounced entrance. The Ambassador gave Nicholas a look that would have saidwomen. Sure, he enjoyed them, but he hated it when they got like this. Barely able to keep such juicy gossip under wraps. Oh no, they have to go from place to place like little bees, leaving a calling card with the latest fad or torrid affair. You had to wonder how such gossip would affect the standing of the Princes overall, but Madame Greed must have thought that this intel was of such significance that it needed to be known. Putting on his more passive expression, he listened to what Madame Green had to say, though her recital had a very theatrical edge to it. Think of an opera singer on a stage, in all her finery – belting out a number to woo the audience – or whip them into a frenzy of joyous hysteria.

Madame Green turned down the offer of food, but opted instead for a simple of cup of tea. Why was this starting to feel like a knitting circle? Valmont sat opposite his counterpart; Nicholas – every now and again exchanging looks of why me?”.

“There’s a birth in our midst!”

~Really? That’s what you came for?”~ Valmont thought. He could have read that in the paper, but as she went on, the significance of this event would become more apparent. Though for a moment, his wayward looks granted him the off the cuff remark “No, not me! Valmont blurted a chuckled. “No offence, but you are not the motherly type. I can see you drowning any infant you had at birth, since you are not exactly the kind that would want one to supersede them.”
Valmont knew he was right on that count. But back to the conversation. According to Madame Green, the happy couple that were expecting was none other than Raul and the infamous play toy Bandit. “Hasn’t that man learnt what a condom is?”The ambassador thought that the last thing that Raul wanted was a baby. He knew all about Raul, a vile and cruel man that had been known to have an odd fixation on the human Bandit. But still, why was Madame Green telling them this on one hand, and then swearing them to secrecy on the other. There was something not quite right about this.

“They’re going to have a boy..! But I have a feeling their child might surpass the powers of Raul. No – I know this. Valmont. The child might be more powerful than I.”

There it was. The truth to the reason for her visit. A child. A boy whose power eclipsed his parents, and even the likes of Madame Green herself. The very idea that a child could be the embodiment of such power in a place like the realms of Hell meant that not only was the unborn child and its mother in danger, but it could destroy the balance of all.

“Nicholas, take note of this. The child’s name, everything.”

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As their lunch plates were being set before them now, Valmont was in deep thought about what this situation meant to them all. “The child will be the savior of Hell or the ruin of it..” The ambassador picked up a fork and toyed with it. Staring down at his plate as those words went around and around in his head. If the Mother was still carrying the child, there was time. Time to plan, time to plot. But…as for Raul, he was something of a wild card. Would he kill his own child if the boy was to rival his power, or even eclipse it. There was one thing to worry about the Princes going to war again, but this was a greater threat than any war. It was like the coming of the anti christ….all over again.

“Well, his name matches the situation. Grim.” Valmont shot another look at Nicholas. “After lunch, prepare a coach. We are going on a little trip.” To where though?

~RB~

The Embassy of Hell – PD

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Part of  a new series on the Embassy from Hell.  Featuring characters in previous stories, this is a new version and one that is a delight to write.

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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 at the garden. 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.

Today’s activities would probably resolve around just doing things in the embassy. Though with Valmont around you never knew what was expected to happen during the day. Walking down the corridor, Nicholas made his way to the kitchen where he walked in and went towards a chief.

” Hello Carlos, you’re to start lunch. I’d like to make sure everything is going fine as usual. Make sure you keep to the schedule for serving times in the meals.”

After that he had gotten a smile and firm nod from him. Once that was done he walked out and back to the hallway. Where had the ambassador been? Sure enough he’d find him soon or it’d be the opposite. After a couple of moments of thinking he headed off again coming to the living area, it was a large room that sat a couch and a bunch of other furniture. There was everything needed for one to enjoy relaxing time, depending on what they wanted to do. In the corner of the room sat a desk and chair, a rather huge shelf of books behind the chair. Nicholas walked and took a seat in the chair, the chair was faced in the opposite direction so, you couldn’t see if someone else entered the room. The boy shook his head some and picked up a pen, going back to the work he was doing the other day, completely relaxed in his home.
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The paper said it all. The death of the Princess of Greed. What was it with that place? They went through monarchs like hot breakfasts. Valmont shook his head as he read over the front page of the morning’s paper, which he was late in getting. Having been back a short time from his adventure with Ruby, it was back to work – and what a day to come back. Placing his hand on the paper, as he stood at the desk – his eyes darted across the fine print again and again. It was just hard to take in. Oh, he had met Lydia a few times and at no point did he ever think she would ascend to such a high place like taking Mammon’s throne, but this was Hell and anything could happen. It looked very much like Greed itself was cursed.

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The more that Valmont thought about it, he started to piece together that it may not be the people that ran it, but more the way that they let the sin of Greed take them over that actually did them in. Wanting more than you could possibly handle. With great power came great responsibility. Valmont was more than aware of that, and was why he did not over step the bounds of his position.

A new head of Greed would need to be sworn in. But who would that be?

As far as Valmont knew Lydia had no heirs no children. But she was not at all related to Mammon when she got his throne, so there had to be another way. A sign perhaps that one was deserving. But who would want a cursed throne? Valmont rolled his eyes. He knew that he would never want such a position….ever. He liked being the Ambassador. It granted him access to each kingdom and allowed him the right to speak on the behalf of others who were indisposed.

Having read the paper, Valmont knew that a trip to Greed would be in order. To see the possible remains of Lydia and find out just what is going to happen now. With other realms always looking for an excuse to do a take over or start a war, Greed would be a sitting duck. They had already suffered great losses from the war with Wrath and another war so soon would decimate it’s population.

Valmont folded the paper neatly and tucked it under his arm as he left his office and headed out to find Nicholas. The two men would have a great deal to talk about. Walking past a clock, Valmont noticed the time and realized it was close to lunch time. Hopefully his assistant had spoken to Carlos and arranged something. Valmont being very particular about meal times.

Upon coming to the entrance of the lounge room, Valmont just made out the sound of a pen on paper and gathered that someone was seated in the confines of the room

“The news of the day is a shock to the system.”

Valmont strolled in and then over past the chair where Nicholas was seated. As usual he was impeccably dressed and neat. His hair tied back in the neat braid and he looked to be content in his writings. Valmont coughed and had his hand placed to his lips as if to appear polite. Dressed in a smart day suit and his long white locks flowing down over his shoulders, Valmont looked his regal best. His silver eyes soft against the sharp features of his face.

“Lydia is dead…” He handed Nicholas the paper, that showed a picture of Lydia in better times. ~RB~Tsu:The serpent had realized that Valmont had come in yet but, he didn’t put a notice to it. He simply continued on writing more and more, eventually he would be finish. Listening to him talk he pondered on what the news was. Keeping his eyes down he continued on writing and hearing the cough, he knew that he was indeed trying to get his attention. Nicholas had just then finished with his work and looked up towards the paper. He took it and scanned over it. So Lydia was dead? It must be a bunch of commotion going on over it.

” That is indeed a shock, who shall take the throne then? I’m sure their is a lot of commotion over it.” He’d said and set the paper down on the desk.

Adjusting some things on the desk he’d put everything back where it was and neat. After a second Nicholas would rise from his seat and looked down at his watch, it was indeed time almost. His gray eyes had moved to look at Valmont and gave him a quick scan, dressed in business as usual but, he did indeed look his best as always. Though those thoughts were kept to ones self. Putting his hand in his pocket he’d pull out a small black book and opened it, looking down at it. A couple of his bangs would fall towards his face and you could definitely tell his girlish features but, why’d he look like that? After a moment later he looked up at him and gave a smile.

” Apparently you have nothing today, unless something comes up. So, you’re free today to do what you please. And lunch shall be ready in a few minutes so, we can head over there if you want.” He said firmly.

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Nicholas asked a very good question. She was also right as to the fact that there would be a great deal of commotion over it. Letting out a sigh, Valmont actually shrugged his shoulders. They would need to investigate the current situation over in the Greed Kingdom before any analysis could be made. He had no idea who would take the throne. Lydia had kept much to herself and well Mammon – he wasn’t the easiest bastard to deal with. No wonder he died so horribly at the Wrath castle. Fools rush in.

Thankfully, Valmont was no fool, nor was he in a hurry to go over to the Greed Kingdom just yet. It would be unprofessional and almost a bit morbid to go seeking answers. The paper offered little, aside from the fact that the woman was in fact dead. Gruesome details were to follow, that was for certain. It was unusual to see Valmont without answers, but if he was bothered, then he certainly didn’t act like it.

“Let us hope that whoever takes the crown has better luck than the last two, hmm?’ It was said with a light smile as Valmont watched Nicholas arrange things on his desk. So particular he was about things. A neat freak, or merely punctual? We all have our own habits and idiosyncrasies. The incubus never minded, and in fact he appreciated the fact that Nicholas liked things to be tip top and running efficiently. Noticing Nicholas glance at his watch, Valmont knew that there would be a reason for that. Valmont was ready for anything. Dressed in an impeccable suit and his hair brushed to gleaming. He felt Nicholas look him over and this made him chuckle.

“I even remembered to wear a tie.”

” Apparently you have nothing today, unless something comes up. So, you’re free today to do what you please. And lunch shall be ready in a few minutes so, we can head over there if you want.” Stated in a very business like manner. A touch of firmness to his tone, yet…the way that his hair flicked before his eyes…that braid. In a different light, one might consider him effeminate. Always well groomed, but this one time that the lock of hair fell forward – it showed a gentleness to his being. Not that Valmont minded.

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“I think the paperwork can wait.” He had caught on that Nicholas was doing last minute checks. “Let us walk out to the dining hall. I’m starved.” Another one of Valmont’s beaming smiles appeared as he gestured for Nicholas to walk at his side. “No one needs us, hmm?”

Not at the moment they didn’t…but they would soon.

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“Valmont, dear!” The blonde appeared, her face visible on the contrary of that Raul had seen, her blonde hair falling effortlessly down her shoulders and to her mid-back. Valmont and she could pass as siblings with such similar features – her jaw was strong for a woman’s, his strong for a male’s. They both had blonde hair, and light eyes with fair skin. While his eyes were devoid of all color, hers were tinted blue. This was their difference. “Ah, Nicholas. A pleasure.” As if she didn’t know they were already there..

“Read the paper already, good, then I am on schedule.. But you, will not be. I do know you’re quite particular about things, but there’s going to be a bit of delay in your kitchen.” Madame Green was short compared to Valmont, and was even short when paired with Nicholas. But her aura was more than enough to make up for it, her hand straightening Valmont’s tie absentmindedly. Ah, yes. The seer, Madame Green. She and Valmont had been somewhat on/off in their relationship, settling for what one would call “friends with benefits” – but the benefits were not often. Business partners? Oh, blast, it was all so complicated.

With a devilish grin she would sit on the chair nearest the two, crossing one leg over the other. “In 3.. 2..” CRASH! The shattering of glass was heard in such a monstrous noise, even with the kitchen being ways away. “Lunch will be delayed by… Approximately three and a half minutes.” Her eyes flashed white and then returned to their pale blue. “No. Six minutes, 47 seconds if you decide to check on it. Carlos is panicking enough, your appearance will leave him flustered. I don’t blame him, you do look quite.. what’s the word.. smashing, Valmont.” A smirk as she would take her index finger, pressing the tip to her bottom lip and leaning back, the other arm crossing over her chest.~3~