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She watched from the shadows. The darkness wrapped about her like a second cloak, tighter than the wings kept comfortingly around her. Annalise had tensed the moment the door had opened. There were plenty in this city who would take advantage of her master's momentary weakness. It was her job now to make sure that didn't happen.
The stress fled her as quickly as it had come as the demoness instantly recognized who the unannounced visitor was, keeping quiet as the human girl slowly approached the bed. There was nothing threatening about this one, unless she were to count the unbearable stench of human love. It was somewhat amusing to watch the gypsy shopkeeper drop her nightgown before crawling into bed with him. Yet the sight of another woman's nudity did nothing for Annalise.
She didn't worry about discovery. Human eyes were weak against darkness, and in her corner of the room it was especially thick, enhanced by her own dark powers. Even if Mirela were to suspect, then what? She had every right to be here, to be as worry about Lucas as she herself was.
One thing was certain, she was more content to watch than to attract undue and unwanted attention. This could be a good thing after all. With Mirela here, she could watch them both. Surely that would make Master happy? Knowing that his precious human girl was safe and snugged up to him upon his waking? The fact that she was naked as a jaybird now should help, though the succubus knew better than to give his body another uncouth prompting as she had before. Let things happen in their own time. It seemed less painful that way. For her at least.
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"I wouldn't go in there."
It was morning, finally. A starless night filled with blissful silence. Dramman had been sent on his way hours ago, the witch doctor choosing to depart while the sun was bleeding its light upon the horizon. Thrusk was almost saddened to see the aged human go. He had made for entertaining conversation if nothing else, and the little man's thick accent had carried no end of amusement. How he could still be good to travel however...the orc had no idea.
Whereas Thrusk was rightfully exhausted, not having slept a wink all night while engaging their guest......Dramman had cheerfully ambled out the door, leaving behind a contact place should things not go as he had promised. Not a sign of fatigue upon him.
And as soon as one guest departed, another arrived, finding the butler in none the best of moods. It seemed, that sleep was going to be an elusive creature.
"Bah, the fool less himself go and waste away in my absence. I'm just gonna check on 'im."
"Annalise won't see it that way. You'd best to come back at a later time, Michael."
"That's Father Michael ta ye, orc. And dunnae be thinkin I'm a feared o' that demon wench."
"You should be. You walk in there, and she's going to give you all you can handle. And if that happens, I think you'll find Miss Mirela less than appreciative as well."
A bushy blonde eyebrow raised slightly.
"Miss Mirela's in there as well then? Wha's this? Lucas runnin a regular brothel here, ta have two women in his chambers at the same time?"
The priest grinned at the suddenly bristling butler, a hand dropping slowly to the silvered cudgel at his waist.
"I'm going to pretend that you didn't just insinuate that Mirela is a whore of some kind."
"Nae lad, nae indeed. A whore she's certainly not. Though evil has a way o' subverting the innocent."
"We're not going to get into this again, Michael. Master Lucas is not evil."
The stout priest nodded fervently, almost taking Thrusk by surprise with how readily the militant clergyman agreed.
"Agreed, agreed. But he trucks with the daemons o' hell themselves. How long 'fore such dark magics corrupt even him?"
"Master Lucas specializes in Demonology, but he rarely uses it. He's not summoned a single entity since bringing Annalise into this world. I'd take it very kindly if you remembered that.....Father."
A thoughtful stroke of his chin was the immediate response, as if he was learning something new for a change.
"Hmmm....tha's very interesting ta hear. Abstinence from the dark arts would explain a whole lot. Fer now however, I'd like ta speak with him. Seems a whole lot's been goin on, and could use his hand at a few things I got comin up."
A few things? The orc's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, though his stance didn't back down at all.
"As I stated, Father.....Master Lucas can't be woken up at the moment. I'm under the impression that he will be fully recovered by the morrow. I would ask that you return then."
"A day's time then. Tha's nae too much ta ask. Do give the daemon my regards then, and let 'er know we'll play later."
"I'm sure she'll be thrilled."
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Breakfast came in the form of a silvered tray. Eggs, a small ham steak, and a mound of diced potatoes, fried in butter and seasoned with garlic and chives. The stoic face of the succubus watched his every move as he moved towards the bed with the gift of food.
"She's naked under there, you know."
The butler almost stumbled, glaring at Annalise, who in return simply smiled sweetly. Thrusk swallowed hard as Annalise simply nodded her head in the direction of the discarded robe.
Dammit. She hadn't been bluffing. He had gotten far to used to her usual teasing.
"Breakfast, Miss Mirela."
The butler retreated as fast as he had come as the covers around Lucas began to stir. An angry glare in Annalise's direction was shrugged off. She had watched the human girl drop her clothes, she wouldn't move an inch as she no doubt sought to recover herself. Now that it was light out, the succubus' presence was bound to be discovered.
"Corcoran was here, wasn't he? I can smell his stench from here. What did he want?"
"He wanted to see the Master. He says he'd like some...help with a few things. He wasn't specific. Then again, I'm only a manservant."
That brought about a very unladylike snort from the demoness, "Like I would have allowed that. You did well in turning him away."
"Its unlike you to praise me."
The cold eyes of Annalise fixed harshly upon the orc, "Rarely do you do anything I feel is deserving of praise. This however, was more than simply serving tea."
"I get the feeling that our dear Michael Corcoran would love a shot at you, Annalise."
A wicked smile spread across her lovely blonde face, all evidence of her demonic nature having long been concealed by illusion once more.
"And you think my feelings on the matter are?"
The orc simply nodded, "I told him you'd tear him apart."
A sultry sweet chuckle, "I sincerely doubt it would be that easy, my dear little orc. But it would be fun. Blissfully fun. Its a shame Master Lucas won't let me play with the little priest. But should he ever attempt to take advantage of Master while he's ill......"
The stress fled her as quickly as it had come as the demoness instantly recognized who the unannounced visitor was, keeping quiet as the human girl slowly approached the bed. There was nothing threatening about this one, unless she were to count the unbearable stench of human love. It was somewhat amusing to watch the gypsy shopkeeper drop her nightgown before crawling into bed with him. Yet the sight of another woman's nudity did nothing for Annalise.
She didn't worry about discovery. Human eyes were weak against darkness, and in her corner of the room it was especially thick, enhanced by her own dark powers. Even if Mirela were to suspect, then what? She had every right to be here, to be as worry about Lucas as she herself was.
One thing was certain, she was more content to watch than to attract undue and unwanted attention. This could be a good thing after all. With Mirela here, she could watch them both. Surely that would make Master happy? Knowing that his precious human girl was safe and snugged up to him upon his waking? The fact that she was naked as a jaybird now should help, though the succubus knew better than to give his body another uncouth prompting as she had before. Let things happen in their own time. It seemed less painful that way. For her at least.
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"I wouldn't go in there."
It was morning, finally. A starless night filled with blissful silence. Dramman had been sent on his way hours ago, the witch doctor choosing to depart while the sun was bleeding its light upon the horizon. Thrusk was almost saddened to see the aged human go. He had made for entertaining conversation if nothing else, and the little man's thick accent had carried no end of amusement. How he could still be good to travel however...the orc had no idea.
Whereas Thrusk was rightfully exhausted, not having slept a wink all night while engaging their guest......Dramman had cheerfully ambled out the door, leaving behind a contact place should things not go as he had promised. Not a sign of fatigue upon him.
And as soon as one guest departed, another arrived, finding the butler in none the best of moods. It seemed, that sleep was going to be an elusive creature.
"Bah, the fool less himself go and waste away in my absence. I'm just gonna check on 'im."
"Annalise won't see it that way. You'd best to come back at a later time, Michael."
"That's Father Michael ta ye, orc. And dunnae be thinkin I'm a feared o' that demon wench."
"You should be. You walk in there, and she's going to give you all you can handle. And if that happens, I think you'll find Miss Mirela less than appreciative as well."
A bushy blonde eyebrow raised slightly.
"Miss Mirela's in there as well then? Wha's this? Lucas runnin a regular brothel here, ta have two women in his chambers at the same time?"
The priest grinned at the suddenly bristling butler, a hand dropping slowly to the silvered cudgel at his waist.
"I'm going to pretend that you didn't just insinuate that Mirela is a whore of some kind."
"Nae lad, nae indeed. A whore she's certainly not. Though evil has a way o' subverting the innocent."
"We're not going to get into this again, Michael. Master Lucas is not evil."
The stout priest nodded fervently, almost taking Thrusk by surprise with how readily the militant clergyman agreed.
"Agreed, agreed. But he trucks with the daemons o' hell themselves. How long 'fore such dark magics corrupt even him?"
"Master Lucas specializes in Demonology, but he rarely uses it. He's not summoned a single entity since bringing Annalise into this world. I'd take it very kindly if you remembered that.....Father."
A thoughtful stroke of his chin was the immediate response, as if he was learning something new for a change.
"Hmmm....tha's very interesting ta hear. Abstinence from the dark arts would explain a whole lot. Fer now however, I'd like ta speak with him. Seems a whole lot's been goin on, and could use his hand at a few things I got comin up."
A few things? The orc's eyes narrowed thoughtfully, though his stance didn't back down at all.
"As I stated, Father.....Master Lucas can't be woken up at the moment. I'm under the impression that he will be fully recovered by the morrow. I would ask that you return then."
"A day's time then. Tha's nae too much ta ask. Do give the daemon my regards then, and let 'er know we'll play later."
"I'm sure she'll be thrilled."
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Breakfast came in the form of a silvered tray. Eggs, a small ham steak, and a mound of diced potatoes, fried in butter and seasoned with garlic and chives. The stoic face of the succubus watched his every move as he moved towards the bed with the gift of food.
"She's naked under there, you know."
The butler almost stumbled, glaring at Annalise, who in return simply smiled sweetly. Thrusk swallowed hard as Annalise simply nodded her head in the direction of the discarded robe.
Dammit. She hadn't been bluffing. He had gotten far to used to her usual teasing.
"Breakfast, Miss Mirela."
The butler retreated as fast as he had come as the covers around Lucas began to stir. An angry glare in Annalise's direction was shrugged off. She had watched the human girl drop her clothes, she wouldn't move an inch as she no doubt sought to recover herself. Now that it was light out, the succubus' presence was bound to be discovered.
"Corcoran was here, wasn't he? I can smell his stench from here. What did he want?"
"He wanted to see the Master. He says he'd like some...help with a few things. He wasn't specific. Then again, I'm only a manservant."
That brought about a very unladylike snort from the demoness, "Like I would have allowed that. You did well in turning him away."
"Its unlike you to praise me."
The cold eyes of Annalise fixed harshly upon the orc, "Rarely do you do anything I feel is deserving of praise. This however, was more than simply serving tea."
"I get the feeling that our dear Michael Corcoran would love a shot at you, Annalise."
A wicked smile spread across her lovely blonde face, all evidence of her demonic nature having long been concealed by illusion once more.
"And you think my feelings on the matter are?"
The orc simply nodded, "I told him you'd tear him apart."
A sultry sweet chuckle, "I sincerely doubt it would be that easy, my dear little orc. But it would be fun. Blissfully fun. Its a shame Master Lucas won't let me play with the little priest. But should he ever attempt to take advantage of Master while he's ill......"
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