More than a feeling – The Embassy – PD

More than a feeling….

 

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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 Dark Wood : PD

The Dark Wood.

 

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A place to hunt..
A place to roam..
A place that is far from home..
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The Dark Wood
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With Valmont and Nicholas safely aboard the black coach, the driver snapped hard at the reigns and the four onyx coloured horses took off down the driveway of the Embassy at speed. The race was now on, with Zachary having chosen to use his own method in hunting down the mother and unborn child. As for Madame Green it was unclear as to where she would go first, though as an oracle it was pretty clear that she would be using her divine powers in which to track her. The Ambassador can be regarded more as the type of demon that is a bit old school in his way of doing things. A coach ride through the dark wood might help them gain a quick way to locating Bandit. The roads of Hell all lead through it and it is possible that she left behind a trail. All he knew was instinct, nothing more.Easing back now in the plush leather interior of the carriage, Valmont calmed from the angered call to find the girl. Strange how it was when he was alone in Nicholas’s company. The two men shared a friendship that was unique in a way. It was more than just employer and employee. Nicholas was by far Valmont’s most trusted, and he often told the young blonde man things that he kept hidden from others. It was like Nicholas was the great keeper of secrets, but the best secret of all was the one that Valmont didn’t know.The coach raced down the winding roads through the fields as it came to the start of the dark wood. Very tall oaks that were at the fringes had deep green leaves, but as you looked into the hollow that was at the start, it was like they grew darker and more ominous as they ventured through. The thundering of hooves met with the sound of rocks flying up beneath the cabin floor. The driver like a madman, urging the team of horses onward as though he himself was possessed by the devil. The carriage shook and vibrated so hard that Valmont had to reach for the handle grip just above his window. Being jostled around so violently, he blinked at the ferocity of the ride so far.

Valmont raised his head and squinted, as though trying to understand why the driver was going so damn fast.

“Did you hire this clod?” Valmont muttered as he tipped back and forth like a puppet on a string.

Dark shadows loomed over the carriage as it spirited along at top speed. Darker and darker it became as this was now anything but a pleasant ride.

~CRACK!!! BANG~

The carriage wheel on the right at the back hit a jagged rock and the horses stumbled as the carriage came to an abrupt stop. Valmont was thrown forward and landed right on top of Nicholas.

~RB~
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It was a peaceful night, at least it was for now. The journey would probably take some time but, it’d move quick if needed be. Nicholas himself would of traveled on foot, he was rather fast but, this works too. Of course knowing Valmont’s ways he’d want to do it like this, it was more like him then to be quick into action on this. He could tell that he had calmed and he was glad, it was something he noticed when he was around him. Thinking back on the relationship, it was a funny one and unique, he’d known stuff others hadn’t. Granted, some was guy stuff that he shouldn’t of heard, cause of what he was. At first it had bothered him but, he got use to it over time, he was part guy after all so, it was natural. Looking out the window he sigh a bit and watched how it had gotten darker over time and the ride now moving rather fast and violently, seeing as he held on to the rail now.
” No, he’s the usual person we use, I wonder what’s wron-“
Nicholas was cut off from the bang, him knowing it had to be one of the wheels.In the next moments, things would change for him, as he was now on his back semi and Valmont on top of him. You could say it looked like a awkward situation but, it wasn’t at the same time. Nicholas blinked a few times through his glasses he had put on recently, his hair had be sprawled out under him, even if it was in a bun. His grey eyes looked up to examine the face not so far from his, and he saw something truly lovely. Most the time it’d be the Succubus way and the charm of how he was received but, for some reason it didn’t look like that to Nicholas. Maybe it was the fact that he was half in half? It was silent outside, except a few minor sounds of things unknown, him simply focusing up staring with his light grey eyes at his face, then eyes. Realizing the position they were in, Nicholas face ended up turning red a bit on the cheeks. At this moment he did indeed truly look of a girl but, he didn’t put it to be that way.” U-U-Uh, ouch.. are you okay Valmont?” He said stuttering and realizing he was, what was with him? He hated moments like this, acting like a girl was beyond annoying at times.‘ Control yourself Nicholas! Get a hold and snap out of it. You can’t falter at this moment, it’ll all be ruined if so.. something you don’t want.’With that thought his face had gone back to normal, holding in the blushing and breathing out a bit. Control was something he tended to be good at, even if at times he slipped. Nicholas only lifted his head a bit, his chest rising up just some, so he didn’t collide with Valmont. At this moment he wondered what was going through his head and if he was okay.

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The Dark Wood
Valmont landed awkwardly upon the smaller Nicholas. In fact he landed in such a way that he was practically on top of the young man. There was only a faint light offered in the coach from small red globes, and these flickered on and off as the carriage groaned, then settled. The driver had already gotten down, first to inspect the wheel, and then to tend to the horses which were now spooked by the intimidating sounds of the forest creatures at night.Within the carriage, Valmont’s face was just inches from Nicholas’s. It was strange because Val had never been this close to the male before, and to be honest to see him in this light with his hair sprawled out beneath him gave him an almost feminine quality. Something that Valmont had not seen before, or not bothered to realize. It was also strange because the way that he landed, his hips were right smack bang on top of Nicholas, and he could have sworn that he would feel..well, something. The fact of the matter was, he didn’t. For that moment there was confusion.” U-U-Uh, ouch.. are you okay Valmont?”The stuttering coupled with the rose in his cheeks only added to Valmont’s curiosity. You see, Valmont was incredibly attracted to women. They were in fact his downfall in many ways. Madame Green often used this lustful streak when she wanted the man for herself. Though those encounters were few and far between. It was probably why she treated him the way she did. Favored, but not claimed. It would take someone truly special to do that.

“I’m…fine, I think.” It was like he was having trouble responding, given the conflicting signals he was getting. Seeing Nicholas like this…feeling his body beneath him, should not arouse Valmont in the slightest, but….he was starting to feel it. Like Nicholas was giving off pheromones, but was that even possible?

Valmont went to try and prop himself up, but as he did his hips brushed against Nicholas’s a little firmer than before. A gasp escaped Valmont’s mouth, that he was almost shocked at himself for doing. His hardness was growing and now sure to be felt by his young assistant.

“Nicholas…..forgive me. I don’t know what has come over me.” As the assistant was trying to regain his composure, Valmont seemed to be losing his. He just found himself staring into Nicholas’s eyes……and then….

….he kissed him.

~RB~
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The staring continued as he realized their hips were together, something squeezed in his stomach. Oh god.. he probably figured it out. If Nicholas was indeed a guy, Valmont would feel something their but, he didn’t. Anxiety ran through his body as he was a bit surprised. He truly wondered what the man was thinking at this moment, would he be thinking horrid comments about him? He wasn’t but, Nicholas wasn’t sure, he didn’t even know if he realized what happened. Hearing his words, he pondered on it, he thinks? What should that mean? I can’t figure it out but, he could feel Valmont’s body reacting towards his own. Feeling him try to prop himself up, he’d only felt the hardness from him slip firmer against his hips. Now, this was something Nicholas didn’t expect, this was indeed arousing him down there as well, he could feel a bit of liquid and instantly he panicked a bit. ” Oh god.. no no, why is it doing this now?!” He thought and knew that his lower part was not cooperating with him at all now.

” It’s uh, okay Valmon-“ He had tried to finish but, something shocking happened. He was feelings the lips of the person above him on his own.

On instinct it would of been wise to back away or simply push him off but, he didn’t. For a moment he let it sink in, him not realizing that he was kissing him back now. The other surprise was that his own hips had moved on there own up against his own and his growth. This was entirely all new sensations to Nicholas, he’d never had sex with someone or done something like this. He’d reject all the girls away because, of what he was. After a couple of moments Nicholas came to his sense and pulled his lips from Val’s. His chest was breathing up and down hard, as he stared at him for a couple of seconds. Finally to get rid of the silence he started speaking.

” I guess you figured it out, huh. I’m not a guy.. well not completely at least. As you can feel, my other half is of a woman. A birth defect from my parents, it wasn’t known but, it was rare in cases. As much as I dislike it, this is something I didn’t want to tell you. For, I was afraid of what you’d think of me.” He said taking a breath to himself.

If Valmont hadn’t known what Nicholas had been hiding, he did now. He had let the cat out of the bag on this, something he didn’t tell many, or none at all. This was truly a embarrassing moment for him, as he couldn’t dare to look him in the eyes for what he would think. Nicholas had stayed where he was and turned his head, his cheek against the floor and his eyes staring at the wall, his hair falling over the side of his face.

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~I kissed a boy and I liked it it it.~This was not meant to be happening. It went against everything that Valmont was about. He was not attracted to men, not in the slightest, and yet he here was, confused and kissing Nicholas passionately. The worst part, Nicholas kissed him back. It was for only the briefest of moments, but it was strangely erotic and satisfying. Even the lower part of Nicholas responded, and in a way that Valmont didn’t expect. Just how far would this go? The answer came when Nicholas pulled back and he was clearly struggling with it all. It appeared both of them were.” I guess you figured it out, huh. I’m not a guy“You don’t taste like one.” Valmont interjected, his brow furrowing as Nicholas started to explain. His lower half was that of a woman, the top a man. It was a birth defect, of all things. Valmont had heard of many strange things before, but this took the cake. He thought there was no secrets between them, but this one was the mother of them all.

As much as I dislike it, this is something I didn’t want to tell you. For, I was afraid of what you’d think of me.” There it was. Nicholas was afraid that Valmont would not be accepting. Perhaps Nicholas was too quick to judge him. While Nicholas got his breath, there was a knock at the carriage door.

“My Lord, Sir….the wheel’s broken. You’re going to have to take the horses if you want to go further. This carriage ain’t going nowhere.”

Talk about saved by the bell, or rather the crazy driver. Valmont got up off Nicholas, who was now looking away, his cheeks still aflame. Getting his composure, the ambassador then opened the door. He glanced back once at his assistant, and then stepped down out of the carriage. It was not that he didn’t want to say something poignant at that time, he just couldn’t. Closing the door, he went to inspect the wheel. Blasted thing, the rock really did a number on it. There was nothing left for them to do, but take two horses, and the driver would have to take one himself to go back to the Embassy. The Ambassador stood with his hands on his hips. They still had a quest to find Bandit, but now he was travelling with what he knew now was not a man. Not…a real man. Pausing a moment, he knew he could send Nicholas back, since the road ahead would be filled with all sorts of dangers. Did he really want to put Nicholas through all that? The driver waited for a word of acknowledgement. Finally, Valmont dragged his fingers back through his now disheveled locks, that came from being thrown about in the carriage.

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“Take a horse, and ride back to the Embassy. Make sure you lock up the carriage first. I’ll go on with Nicholas.” The Ambassador spoke with a strangely deep tone. Maybe he was questioning his own sexuality. Trying to prove to himself that he was not having gay feelings for Nicholas.

The Driver bowed and then started to unhook the horses from the carriage, while Valmont walked back to the carriage. He paused at the door, taking a deep…long breath before opening it.

“Get your things, we are going on on horseback.’ Turning away, he went to the back to get his bag and get it ready for his mount.

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Remorse was one of the many words Nicholas was feeling at this very moment. It was all so quick and confusing, why had it happened. Hearing the comment, he knew now that Valmont officially knew what Nicholas was and he wasn’t sure whether he was weird-ed out by it or other things. It was to quiet and he thought it was going to get really awkward, until the driver started speaking and Valmont had gotten off of him. A bit of relief ran through him once the door shut, he didn’t get up just at that moment yet. Listening to the conversation outside, Nicholas couldn’t tell what Valmont was thinking at this moment. Getting up he had stood and looked at the opposite side of the wall. Hearing Val speak of them going on horseback and shutting the door he bit his lip some.
” Shit, why now..?” Nicholas had said to himself inside the carriage, he knew that it was probably heard regardless of where he was.At that moment he took a few seconds to kick the wall of the carriage twice, to let out some rather built up anger now. Things were perfectly fine, now they weren’t. Straightening his tie and stuff, he’d run a hand through his hair and calmed himself. Opening the door he would step down and not bother to look over, getting his bag and strapping it onto his back. Nicholas couldn’t make himself look over to Valmont at the moment so he didn’t, as he walked to the horse. Adjusting the straddle on the girl, he’d put one foot into the hole of the foot holder and hoisted himself up onto it. Grabbing the ropes that hung to the horses restraint, he’d squeeze them just a bit. Hopefully Val would understand in his mind why Nicholas had kept this hidden, this society would not allow much of him, let alone he’s lost someone before because of it. This was the only thing, everything else was always said, he had nothing to hide beside it. ” Great.. way to go stupid forest and carriage.. this isn’t time to let go.” He had thought to himself. Shutting his eyes for a moment, he’d let out a long held in breath and a sad sigh.” I’m ready to go whenever you are.” Nicholas had said, back in his normal tone now.He was glad for his control, it helped him so much in the long run. Right now anything that had to do between them would be discussed later on probably, right now it was simply to focus on the mission at hand. Loosening the grip he’d look straight ahead down the dark road, not afraid of it at all.

 

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The Dark Wood.

By the time that Nicholas had alighted from the carriage, Valmont was already walking towards one of the horses that had been readied for him by the driver. It was hard to tell how Valmont was feeling about the situation. All he knew was that he didn’t want to get into it in front of the driver, who was now set with the task of locking up the carriage, before setting off back for the Embassy with a spare horse in tow. The carriage would be taken back at a later date, but for now, the Ambassador and his assistant were to go on alone and under the circumstances that was probably the wisest idea. Each time Valmont raised his head to look across at Nicholas, it was clear that the assistant was trying to avoid his gaze. This put an air of discomfort between them, that never existed before. Valmont had always found Nicholas’s company to be good, never in his wildest dreams did he suspect what was really going on, right under his nose.

When Nicholas had his horse ready and he had gotten into the saddle. he said. ” I’m ready to go whenever you are.” His tone was back to the normal pitch, and by the looks of things, the lad had managed to get himself together. Pity Valmont was not as ready. Instead of replying, he offered a curt nod, though you could see that he was still troubled. Valmont hated having things left unsaid, especially with what happened. It wasn’t a case of if he was going to say something, but more like when.

The sound of the carriage being locked up was heard, as the driver gave the door one last bang with his hand, as though to reassure himself it was locked tight.

Taking the reigns of his lead horse, he tipped his hat at the pair – Valmont having mounted his horse in that time. “Hope you find what you are looking for, My Lord….Sir.” He addressed both of them, before leading the two horses away. This left Nicholas now alone with the Ambassador. Slowly, Valmont turned the horse he was on around in the opposite direction to that where the driver was heading.

“We need to get going. It’s about twenty miles to the next inn.” Giving his horse a good kick in the flanks, the Ambassador started off, riding off with his coat tails flapping behind him. Valmont was a natural on horseback, and it showed. Galloping away, Nicholas was going to have to get a move on to keep up. As before the dark shadows that had followed the carriage, appeared to now be following the pair as they sped along the dirt road. The trees blocked out much of the natural light, which made it easy for highway men and thieves to hide.

After riding hard for a good twenty minutes, Valmont finally pulled his horse up. The horse brayed and protested, as it pawed the ground in protest. Snorting angrily, much like its rider. As Nicholas approached he would see the look on Valmont’s face. He had managed to get far enough away so that no one would hear them. When Nicholas came close enough to stop, Valmont sung out to him.

“You should have told me, Nicholas.”

Was it the fact that he was angry for being kept in the dark, or was it because he actually enjoyed kissing his assistant, and he felt guilty as sin? Valmont dismounted his horse and then stood there, pointing for Nicholas to do the same.

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“I am trying to understand these….feelings.” You could see he was agitated, and wanted answers.

 

~RB~

 

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Discomfort was now in the air between the two men, he could tell Valmont was looking over at him time to time. It made him angry that he couldn’t simply look back at him. Hearing the bang and the driver talking, he’d give a nod as he departed. Hearing the other horse move, Nicholas did the same. About 20 minutes and they’d be in an inn, would they be staying there? It kinda of made him wonder on it. Once galloping, he had done the same, keeping speed and slightly kicking the side. This in turns made the horse gallop quick stay at pace behind Valmont. The wind felt nice blowing through his hair and it everywhere, it made him more comfort of being in the dark and unseen. Hearing Val’s horse stop, I’d look up now seeing Valmont’s face because, he had stopped right in front of him. So many things crossed his mind, and Nicholas knew they were going to talk. Hearing his first statement, he sigh and sat there for a second, getting off now.

” I would of told you but, I had reasons for not doing so.” He responded and turned fully, both men weren’t that far from each other, his gaze at the ground.

It was silent for a good two minutes, Nicholas couldn’t look but, he had to. It was time he let everything he’d been holding in out and put it in the clear. Whether it’d be a good thing or not, he wasn’t sure but, he had to. Finally he removed his glasses and put them in his pocket, moving his head and staring up at Val’s face. His grey eyes looked into his own and many emotions were seen in them. Sadness, hurt, remorse, pain and.. love, along with confusion.

” There were rules set back in where I came from. One of them pertained to not doing something that combined the two genders. Granted, I didn’t know about it but, my parents decided to do it. This is how I ended up like I am. I did not choose to live this life but, I had to. I mean look at it this way Val, I am practically a girl, with out breasts. An abomination to my people and to hell, even though it was hidden.” He said and breathed in and out quietly, taking breaths.

He had said a lot in that and hopefully that had answered a couple of the questions. His hands went down to his side as slid them into his pocket for a moment. He was trying to gather the words to say what he was going to do next. Finally he parted his lips and started speaking again.

” I’ve lost someone close to me before, because they had found out. This had hurt very much, she was a good friend and I lost it all because, she’d seen me. This, this is why I’ve kept it hidden from you. I’m rather happy and content living where I have been for the past couple of years and working for you. I’ve never once lied or kept anything hidden from you Valmont, I’ve always been open and told you every single little detail but, this was just the one thing I couldn’t but, now you know of it.” A long pause was done after that.

Silence filled again for a minute as he didn’t know how well this would go. But, Nicholas walked just a couple of feet to stand in front of the tall Valmont and looked up at him. It was unsure of his attentions but, it was going to happen. Nicholas hadn’t realized what he was saying just now.

” I’ve lost many chances and experiences in life, because of all this. But, I know one thing for sure, what happened no more then 20 minutes ago, I enjoyed it, I don’t know why though. Be it sinning or guilty, I couldn’t help it, I did. Maybe it’s because I’m half girl but, I doubt it.” Nicholas said breathless and the look on his face held confusion and distress, this was one of the sides Valmont had yet to see of him. He himself was trying to calm himself down but, it wasn’t working completely as he just stared up at the man, hoping this cleared it all up.

 

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The Dark Wood

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” I would of told you but, I had reasons for not doing so.”

That was Nicholas’s first response to Valmont’s series of questions. There was this tension between them now, and it was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Valmont had always liked and appreciated Nicholas and put off the feelings he had as being more like, a close friendship, a kinship. They always had a good laugh about things privately, and publicly they were a solid force. But never had they been so close to each other that they were actually touching – body to body. It was when this happened that Valmont felt that connection and it made him aroused beyond belief. Only a woman could to that, but he always thought that Nicholas was a man.

“You had your reasons. Didn’t you think I could handle such knowledge? “ Valmont’s reaction was more defensive if anything. “I thought we had no secrets. Damn, I told you everything about me. Warts and all. You know perfectly well what I am, Nic.” There was a change. The fact that Val called him Nic and not Nicholas. Nic was more an affectionate term, though Valmont didn’t correct it.

Valmont towered over Nicholas, staring down at him. Waiting for him to get the courage to look up into his silver eyes. When he did there was so much conflict in his emotions. The poor guy. This was the one secret that Nicholas thought that Valmont wouldn’t be able to handle. It was just such a shock, the way he found out, and his reaction. As Nicholas started to explain, he told the history of his family and what his parents had done. Nicholas never chose this and had to live with the consequences. That was why he had kept the whole thing under wraps. As he put it, he was a girl – just without breasts. Valmont raised his head and stared straight ahead. So that was why he reacted the way he did. Valmont was attracted to this feminine side. That was a natural act, but it still didn’t make it right.

” I’ve lost someone close to me before, because they had found out. This had hurt very much, she was a good friend and I lost it all because, she’d seen me. This, this is why I’ve kept it hidden from you. I’m rather happy and content living where I have been for the past couple of years and working for you. I’ve never once lied or kept anything hidden from you Valmont, I’ve always been open and told you every single little detail but, this was just the one thing I couldn’t but, now you know of it.”

The words poured out like a torrent. The dam walls bursting as the years of pent up frustration and sadness, the loss and the knowledge it could cost Nicholas everything in this life at the Embassy was the reason for his silence as to what he was. Maybe he found a renewed confidence in speaking now, since the cat was out of the bag. But he moved closer to Valmont. The truth of what he felt when they had been in the carriage….the way he felt about the kiss. He enjoyed it. Nicholas waited breathlessly, staring up at Valmont – so confused and distressed. Valmont was also struggling with his mixed emotions. He brought his hand up, just holding it there. It was not like he was going to punch the guy…he’d never do that. But he couldn’t help this one feeling. As much as he hated to admit it. There was only one thing he could do.

Valmont brought his arms around Nicholas, and pulled him into a tight embrace. His chin resting on the top of Nicholas’s head, as he stroked his back. “I wished you’d told me sooner.” Valmont said softly. His adam’s apple sliding up and down as he frowned. “I was the one…that kissed you.” The ambassador didn’t want Nicholas to feel the guilt anymore. “I ….almost…” He was struggling to say what that kiss did for him. “Nicholas, forgive me.” He brushed Nicholas’s hair back so that the young man would look up at him.

“I wanted you….that way.”

He wasn’t rejecting him because of what he was, he just didn’t understand why he felt the way he did.

 

~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.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

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.

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 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.
Razorbackwriter:  The Embassy of Hell

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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.

Nicholas shifted a bit on his weight and pushed the chair into the desk, he had a huge tendency as always to make sure everything was neat, which wasn’t always bad. Razorbackwriter:The Embassy of Hell

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.

~RB~

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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~

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.

 

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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~

 

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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~