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Scarlet Lozier

"If you die the world will certainly continue to turn."

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a character in “The Madness of Count Nox”, as played by fading-into-eternity

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"Te rudis ardere."
"Let the ignorant burn."


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Age:
19

Race:
Witch

Social Class:
Servant/Butler to Nox family, not assigned family member just yet.

Gender:
Female

Appearance:
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Face Claim:
Felicita- La Storia Della Arcana Famiglia

Powers:
Magic Casting

Personality:
Scarlet is fierce and quiet at the same time, she is quite intelligent and despises ignorance, and she always completes the tasks given to her, no matter what. She is often sarcastic when she speaks, sometimes unintentionally.

Bio:
Scarlet's parents left her to die in the woods when she was a newborn, and so she has never met her real family. She was taken in by ab old witch who taught her nearly everything that she knows. When the old witch died, Scarlet took over her shop, but business was tough so she had to close it. She ended up outside of the Nox mansion when she lost her home due to her lack of money. She applied for a job and became a sort of butler for the family and has served ever since. There are some things about her that are still shrouded in mystery, like the strange marking on her chest.

Other:
She has a pet owl named Morgana.




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So begins...

Scarlet Lozier's Story

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Scarlet cracked her fingers before dusting the mantle that was over the hearth in the room next to the throne room. There was no fire burning and no candles were in the room so it was completely dark. She finished dusting the end of the mantle and stuffed the dust rag in her belt like a flag. Scarlet walked over to a window that was completely covered by a dark floor-length curtain. With a flourish, she threw the curtains open and light flooded into the room. Scarlet coughed as dust filled the air around her then looked out the window. The sky over the courtyard was gloomy and overcast as usual and Scarlet sighed as she moved on to the next window.

This time as she opened the drapes she turned her head away so that she did not inhale any dust. She turned to face the now slightly more illuminated room and gave a quick incantation under her breath. A fire danced to life in the hearth, immediately brightening the room. Suddenly she heard a crash from the throne room and she rushed out of the door to see what happened.

The count was sitting on his throne and a wine glass seemed to be smashed on the floor near her feet.

"Ah, I'll clean this up right away, my lord," she bowed towards him and summoned a broom and dustpan and swept the broken glass into the pan. She heard footsteps and looked up to see Annabeth, the other maid enter the room shyly.

"Would you like another glass of wine, my lord?” She poured a glass for him and offered it with her small pale hand.

Scarlet smiled at her and then turned again toward the Count.

"My lord, would you like me to polish your sword for Richard's training today?" she asked, for she had overheard about the Counts desire to train his son. The broom and dustpan flew to the trash bin in the kitchen as she sent them to and laid next to it, leaning on the wall, hopefully she had not startled the cook.

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Richard

Richard dreamed peacefully for once, many of his dreams are plagued with nightmares that often reduce him to tears when he awakes from them. but not this time. this time Richard dreamed of Reji, the only person he knows he can trust in this cruel and heartless world. Though Richard cannot understand the nature of his dreams yet, he is coming of that age when young men start to discover their sexual preferences and people they are attracted to. That’s not to say that Richard’s dreams about Reji are dirty and crude, heavens no! but he does feel intense feelings as he dreams of Reji smiling at him and touching him and speaking to him, Richard smiled contently in his sleep and his cheeks flushed red. As Richard continued to dream he felt a warmth spread through his body, a warmth that evaporated when his father gave him such a rude awakening.

Richard has always being scared of his father, scared of how loud his father is and how demanding he is. When Richard was a little boy nothing was really expected of him and he had no hopes to live up to, because he was just like all the other little boys back then. And his mother always treated him like he was a delicate flower or a piece of glass that could break at any given moment, so he was never allowed to go outside and play.. he was never allowed to make something of himself, for his mother always smothered him with her protection.. which made life for Richard very hard when the ‘bad men’ killed her and treated him terribly.. for he was totally unused to it, and had Reji not saved him.. he would have gone mad.. but his father reminds him of the bad men.

Richard sighes weakly, happily as Reji appears by his side. He nods his head slowly at Reji’s question, cringing a little in pain as he’s helped to be sat up. Richard tries his best not to show how much pain he’s in, lest Reji feels guilty and Richard would hate for that to happen. He shuts his eyes for a few moments as he’s gently leaned against the bed and held in Reji’s arms, in Reji’s gentle grip. “I-I’m fine..” Richard says quietly, never raising his voice as normal and always speaking in a soft tone. Though recently his soft, boyish voice has being breaking and the signs of quite a deep yet elegant voice that he will gain in time shines through.. this is one of those voice breaking moments. “my back just is hurting a little, that is all..” he says with a weak smile as he tries to downplay the pain he feels that stabs through his body like a knife. Richard has always tried to act brave, he’s always tried not to show how much pain he’s in.. and though a few tears may escape his eyes, he hasn’t truly cried in a long time. the last time he truly cried was when he wept over his mother’s body and when the bad men did things to him.

Yet an unbidden tear of pain slowly trickles down his pale cheek, only to be gently wiped away by Reji’s cool soothing finger. “I-I’m sorry..” Richard whispers quietly. “I should not sob over such trival injuries..” he pauses and his red eyes widen at the thought of Reji punishing his father. “b-but Reji.. you really don’t have to punish him for something t-that small..” he squeaks, sensing Reji’s mood darken. “i-it’s okay.. s-see?” he forces a smile. “I-I’m fine!”

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Count Nox

Rapheal glances up at the maid and sighs a little, wondering why most of his servants seem to be female. ‘hmm, another women has fallen for your dashing good looks! Eh, Raphy boy?” he thinks to himself with an arrogant smirk on his lip, he nods curtly and takes the wine from the tray. He nods towards his other maid when she cleans the mess up, he enjoys having women weight on him hand and foot. He sips the wine slowly in thought, his red eyes glint as he sinks deeper into sullenness. “I say, were you not meant to be setting up the courtyard for my son and I today, angel women?” he asks slowly and narrows his eyes a little more, licking the remainder of the wine off his lips like a cat. “though I suppose you can be forgiven, since you are tending to me and I am of course.. a very important man, non!” he starts suddenly and stands up abruptly. “I am THE most important man here, am I not?” he smiles and doesn’t expect an answer as he starts to pace, “of course I am, I am very important! All knees bend before me, all wills are rendered meaningless before mine! All of my subjects are worth naught since I am the only person here that matters!” he glances between the two women for some moments, daring one of them to question that as he resumes his rant about his own self importance.. however..

He pauses and takes a deep breath, quickly composing himself. He sleeks his fine blonde hair back into place and clears his throat a little. “but of course, behind every great man there is a women..” Elanor, his dead wife, is a rather touchy subject for Rapheal. In fact no one is allowed to talk about her but him, and when that happens everyone is expected to just shut up and listen as he speaks about the love that is no longer alive.. but he doesn’t see her that way at all, he refuses to accept.. even though he openly says he killed her, some pervese part of his mind thinks she’s still alive.

And it is that very reason that drives him to carry her corpse around and treat her as though she is still amoung the living, it is that very reason that the servants are expected to tend to Elanor as though she is alive. they are expected to also carry her everywhere as well as do her makeup and get her dressed. And the more her flesh rots, the less Rapheal sees that she is dead. Any who would try to point out the truth, are excicuted by short drop hanging.

“wake up my wife, won’t you?” he says after a few moments to Annabeth. “the poor darling is feeling lazy today..and she does so like the company of Angel girls more so then anyone else, or maybe you could also wake my adopted son Abigail up.. since the useless cad seems to sleep in just to spite me!” the count snorts a little. “such is the degenerate youth of today.” Abigail.. the count’s feared son, a sadist and very annoying young man is the bane of the count’s existence.. or so the count often dramatically declares when he’s feeling sorry for himself, but ether way.. very few would want the job of waking Abigail..

The count then turns his attention to once more to Scarlet, in his heart there is always a soft spot for useful witches. “yes, if you could polish my sword that would be simply delightful, old girl.” He smiles ever so slightly. “tell me something, for I am a curious man.. as a witch do you have any powers such as seeing into the future? Or maybe seeing into the past?” he finish drinking his wine and watches her intently.

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The Count paced back and forth at the top of the room, muttering at how great he was. He was, in fact the, most powerful man that Scarlet had ever met, and he had been courteous to her during her stay here. She kept her eyes towards the ground out of respect.

“Wake up my wife, won’t you?” he says after a few moments to Annabeth. “The poor darling is feeling lazy today..and she does so like the company of Angel girls more so then anyone else, or maybe you could also wake my adopted son Abigail up.. since the useless cad seems to sleep in just to spite me!” the count snorts a little. “Such is the degenerate youth of today.”

Scarlet knew that both the Count's wife and daughter would be angry at him for waking them up, but he did not seem to mind, it was almost as though he wanted this all to go according to his plans and his own plans only. She watched as Anabeth replied the their masters wishes and felt bad for the girl. She was glad that she did not have to wake the sleeping noble ladies.

Scarlet began to walk away to go and fetch the Count's old sword when he asked her about fortune telling and she turned sharply, wondering why he needed to know of such things. Telling of someones past or future had been a nearly forbidden act of warlocks and witches for many years, thpugh it was not entirely forbidden. It was a dangerous task, however and Scarlet had never done it before, but she could consult her scrolls of magic for the processes. He took a sip of his wine and stared at her intently, Scarlet hadn't realized that she had been mulling over her answer for several awkward seconds. She spoke with her hands fiddling behind her back.

“Well, my lord," she began hesitantly. “I can in fact tell you of both the past and the future, but the ways of doing so are not very pleasant. I may perhaps have to mix someone's blood into a potion or invade their mind with a painful spell. But if you wish me to do something, I shall do it." She curtsied and then looked up at the Count and making her eyes seem to flash as if giving him a warning to tread carefully.

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Count Nox

The Count’s already large ego inflates even more when he’s agreed with, he adjusts his outfit a little like a peacock preening himself and smirks. “I am glad you see things my way, you will not believe the rude servants I have had that dared to disagree with me..” Rapheal chuckles darkly as he thinks of the agony he put them through before he killed them. “how foolish of them to anger me, still.. they learned a very valuable lesson!” he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth and gazes skyward. “there is no such thing as too much torture, and there is no such thing as inhumane in my book.. a very good lesion indeed!”

Rapheal glances at Annabeth, sensing that she seems more than a little nervous about the prospect of waking up Abigail. He smiles a little at that and vaguely wonders how fast word spreads about his son’s violent and hot headed temper, then again Abigail does not help his own case by calling people maggots and trying to slice the slaves up with his sword. He always made a mental note to talk to Abigail about his annoying attitude and uncouth behaviour, being a lunatic is widely accepted in the Nox family.. but madness must be executed with a little finesse and grace, which Abigail tends to deliberately lack.
“unless you can think of anything else to do that may prove useful, Annabeth.. then non, but I suppose if you are really that worried of Abigail taking advantage of you and draining your highly addictive Angelic blood.. you do not have to awaken him, I will do that myself if need be.” the count sighs a little and holds his arms. “but preparing the training area is a must.. maybe I shall take all my sons out there for a training session.. they are all becoming idle and foolish, a bit of swordplay will do them good.. no?”

The count smirks a little when the notices how sharply Scarlet turns at the mention of his question, if she reacts that way to his question he finds himself wondering what she’d be like if he told her why he wants to know and what his plans are. He listens intently to her words and starts to smile a smile that is half crazed and yet oddly tranquil at the same time. the Count is a living oxymoron in so many ways, so many of his actions and mannerisms should never be put together in the same context. He nods slowly at her words to show he’s listening; his mind works quickly as he debates what the best course of action is. He must play this very carefully lest all his Grand plans that he’s worked on for so long simply fall apart and cease to be, that would be a heart breaking moment for him. That would indeed put him in one of his infamous and feared ‘foul moods’ for a very long time, years maybe.. though years mean nothing to his kind.

“I see..” he says slowly, lacing his fingers together. “and would such a thing be painful?” at the thought of pain his red eyes glint in fiendish delight. “would mixing a person’s blood up or invading their minds be agonising? And if so, are we only talking about a form of mental agony or are we also talking about physical pain?” eerily, Rapheal’s tone and body language is very causal.. as though he’s talking about something as mundane and normal like the weather. But the look in his eyes is enough to chill the blood to ice..
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Richard

Richard blushes as Reji points out that he knows when Richard’s telling a truth from a lie, which Richard knows is true. Richard and Reji have being around each other long enough to know when they’re hiding their feelings from each other, or so Richard likes to think. Even though Richard has resigned himself to the fact that there are something’s about Reji he will never understand, even though he’d really like to. “I’m sorry, Reji..” he says quietly as he looks down at his hands before looking back up sadly. “I-I just don’t want you to feel guilty in anyway over something that isn’t your fault.” He says softly as he meets his butler’s gaze with his innocent red eyes, eyes that will one day have the innocence fade from them when he reaches adulthood.. when the Nox madness truly takes a hold of the person, no Nox has ever remained unchanged after the madness has grasped them.

Richard gazes at the vial that his servant pulls out and places to his lips, he opens his mouth so he can drink from it. Richard totally trusts Reji’s judgement in all things and this is no exception to the rule. He swallows the small drop that comes out the vial and blinks, cringing at the foul taste. His eyes water and he shudders a little. “i-it is.. very strong..” he laughs weakly in agreement, but relaxes as the pain fades away. “thank you, Reji.. it really does work well.. it is strange how things that are meant to be good for you.. taste yucky..” the young lord muses.

He listens quietly to Reji speak about the subject of men and boy’s crying, he tilts his head a little and his blonde hair falls over his face. “and yet.. boy’s seem to be mocked whenever they cry..” he says softly. “that is why I wanted to be a little girl when I was small, so I could cry all I wanted and no one would be mean to me..” the young man continues to listen to his servant, once again feeling his curiously peeked by demons. There are so many questions that Richard would like to ask Reji about them, and maybe he would have done eventually if he hadn’t have seen the state of the half Angel- half demon bloodslave Sepiroth. Never had Richard seen a more injured and broken creature, the Halfling seemed so sad to. That was when Richard resolved not to ask Reji anything, in case he had a bad past like the one he could sense in Sepiroth. Richard would hate to bring up any bad memories, so out of politeness he never asks Reji anything about his kind.

Richard blinks as Reji’s eyes flash crimson.. he’s only seen it happen once before and that was when Reji saved him, he relaxes a little. “s-so you’re just going to have a polite talk with father instead of punishing him?” Richard asks quietly, watching Reji as he speaks. “Reji..” Richard says after a while. “is a boyfriend a special kind of friend?” he smiles happily. “because if that’s the case you’re definatly my best and special friend!” he looks thoughtful when Reji mentions the contract, it’s something that crosses Richard’s mind a lot. Even Laplace mentioned it-and Laplace rarely speaks since Reji came into their lives. “hey Reji?” Richard asks after some moments. “what’s it like to devour a soul? Does the soul feel anything when it’s devoured or does it just go to sleep and not feel anything? Kind of like dying in your sleep?” he asks softly. “because going to sleep and never waking up again seems such a nice way to die.” He blinks and shakes his head with a weak laugh. “though I suppose it is a morbid thing to talk about, so you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” This is the first time Richard’s raised the subject of death, in fact many would think that because of his child like nature and innocence.. the subject of death and dying is an unknown one for him..

(okay, Gladis :] I'll bring Abigail ether tomorrow or Sunday.. maybe Sephy to since I've mentioned him :] hmm.. my tags aren't working.. :] never mind, I've sorted them out :])

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“I see..” he says slowly, lacing his fingers together. “and would such a thing be painful?” at the thought of pain his red eyes glint in fiendish delight. “would mixing a person’s blood up or invading their minds be agonising? And if so, are we only talking about a form of mental agony or are we also talking about physical pain?”

Scarlet nearly looked at him in horror but caught herself and kept her face still. “From what I know, the pain caused you to lose your what you know of your head, it feels as though your mind is gone. Your body will feel the pain of the future, the millions of deaths that are to come, and you will feel how they die. This pain will be the most that anyone has ever felt, both mentally and physically," she made her voice sound like her witch voice, low and menacing. “If you wish to feel this pain, my lord, then find me, I shall be polishing your sword."

Scarlet curtsied deeply and left the room swiftly, shocked at her own sharpness and the Count's interest in the dangerous art of fortune telling. She moved to the inner courtyard and opened the weapons vault with the keys that hung on her belt. She pulled it open with a low creaking sound and stepped inside, immediately spotting the Count's sword since it was shining in the little light that shone into the room from the doorway. She held the sword at its hilt and moved to the back of the room for the supplies to polish it with. She grabbed the wax and polish and a rag and brush to dust the sword with. Perhaps this would take her mind off of fortune telling.

Because the Count had brought it up, Scarlet now found herself wondering about her own past. She wanted to learn more about the dangerous art and more about herself, but could she go through that kind of pain? She sighed and went back into the courtyard, shutting and locking the door behind her. She sat on an opening in the wall that enclosed an outer hallway and took the sword out of its sheath, admiring its beauty and beginning to polish it gently. All the while she mulled over her past and what she wished to know.

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Count Nox
Rapheal continues to smirk to himself, praise is something the count would never turn down.. even though the young Angelic girl is his personal servant and therefore might be somewhat inclined to tell him what he wants to hear most, and the witch-as far as the count can tell- feels indebted to him and therefore might be somewhat biased. But the Count really doesn’t care, for he enjoys being praised.. especially by women, and the prettier the women the greater sense of pride he has. The Count may not look it, but he’s a bit of a cad when it comes to women.. once he sees a women he’s attracted to, he will try to make her his.. in a way that the women doesn’t realise, under the gentlemanly and elegant façade.. is a very jealous and insecure man. “of course no one can compare to me! All other men pale in comparison!” he chuckles to himself. He breaks out of his thoughts about himself when he senses his personal servant’s gratitude. “there is no need to thank me, I know quite well what Abigail is like when he first gets up in the morning.. and non, I do not need any more wine.” He smiles slightly. “you may tend to your duties, Annabeth.”

Rapheal carefully listens to Scarlet, his smile growing wider by the second. Her words echo in his mind like a hymn, a whisper.

‘ From what I know, the pain caused you to lose your what you know of your head, it feels as though your mind is gone. Your body will feel the pain of the future, the millions of deaths that are to come, and you will feel how they die. This pain will be the most that anyone has ever felt, both mentally and physically,If you wish to feel this pain, my lord, then find me, I shall be polishing your sword.’

He chuckles softly and sits himself back down, liking the sound of that. Oh yes, he does like the sound of that! But she has made a large error in one thing, who will be the one to endure the pain. Though the Count loves causing pain, loves watching others suffer in agony.. he has no wish to be put under such pain himself, he has no wish to feel the agony that he so wilfully inflicted upon others. No, Rapheal has other things in mind.. other things he wants to do with such a power, for he aims to kill two birds with one stone. He laces his fingers together and peers over them and into nothing as he thinks about the victim he has in mind, he feels a cold yet tangible shiver race down his spine in anticipation. “my dear son, my dear boy..” he mutters to himself and barely supresses a laugh that threatens to escape from his lips. “you will soon be taught a lesson in humility in a way you never dreamed of, and I will be so delighted to watch your agonies and hear your screams..” the count’s smile widens and he starts to laugh happily at the thought.
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Richard

Richard quietly listens to Reji speak of tearing people to pieces and seeing the blood on his hands, he never pictured his butler to be the type of person who got angry. Richard blinks at the understatement comment of being a ‘tad’ angry, if that was what Reji did when he was a little angry.. who knows what he’d be like in a full blown rage, and Richard really hopes it doesn’t come to that. Anger has always being a vague concept for Richard, he’s just simply the type of person who doesn’t get angry. Laplace-the product of the Nox madness- however can get very angry and frustrated over the silliest of things, Richard wonders what would happen if Laplace ever talked to Reji.. but since Reji’s being around, Laplace has gone quiet and sullen.. rarely speaking, it’s almost as though he’s took a step back. Richard smiles shyly as Reji places his hand on his cheek, though he doesn’t quite hear what Reji said. Richard pauses as he remembers his mother saying to her neighbour that he shouldn’t get angry because he’ll blow up. Richard gasps and gently clasps Reji’s hand in his as the butler stands up. “y-you should be careful not to get angry, Reji.. my mother said that people explode when they’re angry!”

Richard tilts his head thoughtfully. “it is strange how the world works, it’s sad that the really nice things to eat are bad for you.” Richard says sadly as he wistfully thinks of white chocolate, which is the source of Richard’s sweet tooth. White chocolate brings back many happy memories for Richard, but also some sad ones. He remembers the kindly old lady that used to give him a small piece of white chocolate when he was a little boy, she didn’t give him chocolate every day and while it was a rare event it was an act that Richard was grateful for. He’d remember saving it before bed time and lying in his small room with his eyes shut as he sucked the chocolate and savoured it as it melted in his mouth. It’s being a long time since Richard had any white chocolate. “it sounds hard to pick the most efficient path in life, Reji..” Richard comments after some moments. “what makes people know which one to choose?”

“it sounds very hard to be a demon, Reji..” Richard muses when his servant explains about Demons mocking tears shed by their own kind. “it must be horrible to be born into a race that doesn’t like crying..” Richard says sadly in thought, before smiling weakly. “but you can cry all you want to here, Reji! I don’t mind.” He smiles warmly at his butler before pausing. “just because I cry sometimes doesn’t mean to say you’ve failed in making me happy..”

He takes a deep breath and relaxes. “that’s good if you’re just going to talk to father, maybe talking is all he needs..” Richard blinks. “oh, so a boyfriend.. is linked to courting someone, I see.. I think.” Richard looks at Reji thoughtfully as though he’s going to say something; he pauses as though he’s trying to think of a tactful way to put his words across. He shakes his head slightly before changing tact. “do you have a boyfriend, Reji?”

Richard tilts his head and puffs his cheeks out a little in thought when Reji gives his answer about devouring souls. “while I am very curious..” Richard admits. “I shall respect your wishes and not ask until the time comes..”

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Scarlet slid the sword back into it's sheath when she was done polishing the beautiful thing. She held it low at her side as she walked slowly back to the throne room, taking the long way around the castle but making sure that she tread softly past the rooms so as not to wake anyone up or disturb anyone. She heard rustling and low speaking as she passed young Richard's room, but payed no heed and continued walking by with the sword and her heals clicking softly. She passed the kitchens and made sure that everyone was completing their morning tasks and then made her way towards the front door. It was locked like it had been last night and she checked to see if anything had been dropped of for the count, which nothing had, there never was anything.

She bit the inside of her cheek as she though of the first time that she had arrived at this dark door and how devastated she had been. Her free hand automatically reached for the pendant that hung around her neck below her marking. Magic had such strange qualities. She turned back and made her way down the dark corridor towards the throne room, remembering what she had set out to do with her right hand still holding the sword at her hip. She entered with a creak of the door and turned again to face the count. She notices the malicious look in his eyes and was nearly frightened for a moment, but she shook off her worries and walked towards the throne, knowing that his expression was not for her to endure, the heels of her boots making a small noise on the stone floor that seemed louder because of the room's echo.

She reached just before the steps to the throne and stopped walking. "Here is your sword, my lord, newly polished," she offered the sword to him with her eyes facing towards the ground out of respect. "Is there anything else I can prepare for you my lord?" she asked politely, with no emotion in her voice after thinking of the count's interest in fortune telling and the dangerously evil look in his eyes.

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Count Nox

The Count yawns slightly and the sinister look fades from his eyes a little, as though it has being pushed into the background. A sad yet thoughtful smile flickers on his lips as he seems to be remembering something..

The room was bathed in a warm glow and the music played softly in the background, I was very anxious if I remember correctly for I was not allowed to see my bride until now. I remember that I fidgeted anxiously with my cravat and my father gruffly informed me to stop acting so foolish, but I could not help it. seeing one’s bride is a nerve wreaking moment for a young man, and I was no different than any other young men in my family. Though there was much more pressure on me than any of my other family members, much more pressure. I was marrying a women outside of my family, the only reason for this was because my sister was barren and unable to bare children. Father sought to keep our line going however he could, though marrying out of the pure bloodline that we have was almost sacrilege.. to let the family line die was even less forgivable, and I knew more than anyone that my father did not want to have the shame of everyone saying our line had fell because of him. I had no say in the matter, and though I was resentful I was also resigned. I felt cheated of my right, I felt betrayed. But the son has no place to question the sire, so I kept my mouth shut and my thoughts to myself. Father handled all the arrangements, the dowry, the bride.. all that was left was for me to meet her, this women I never knew till now. So many questions went through my mind, until I saw her. My heart leapt into my throat, she was beautiful. A petite figure with pale skin, long blonde hair and big forget me not blue eyes. her face was that of an angel, innocent and perfect. She walked with grace and though her dress showed some of her girlish body, including her bosom- I’d educate her about Nox modesty at a later date- I fell hopelessly and madly in love. I knew from this moment on that this beautiful women, this rare creature, would be mine and mine alone. As I looked into her eyes I knew that there was nothing I wouldn’t do for her.. nothing..

The Count breaks out of his thoughts when he hears Scarlet’s voice. “ah..oui.. thank you.” He says distantly as he takes the sword from her, he seems troubled by something. Shaking his head he pushes his thoughts back. “come, let us go to the courtyard.. and for my sons sakes they had best me there.” He adds darkly before striding out the throne room and into the courtyard, he looks around at everything and smiles slightly at the set up. “you have done well, Annabeth.” He says a slight nod.
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Richard

Richard smiles happily as Reji ruffles his blonde hair up, and tilts his head a little. Richard is often very funny about people touching his hair, but he always makes an exception for his butler. Liking it when Reji touches him, though he doesn’t totally understand why. “oh, so people do not automatically blow up when they are angry?” he relaxes and smiles. “that is good..” Richard smiles as Reji gently helps him up. “okay Reji, I shall try not to worry about you..” he says with a nod as Reji sits him down on the bed before striding to the large wardrobe to find him some clothes.

Richard continues to listen to his butler intently, if not in a kind of awe. It always amazes Richard that Reji knows so many things and is so smart. Reji’s the smartest person he knows, though maybe Reji is smart because he’s being around a long time. Richard often wonders how old his butler is, like Vampires the Demonic race also live for a very long time.. even longer then vampires if you believe the legends, Richard has made a lot of research about demons since he met Reji.. though not enough to gain a complex understanding of them, in any case the Demons are very dangerous and very powerful.. but Richard often wonders, if that is the case.. why do they chose to be servants to the Vampires? He finds that to be very strange and somewhat unnerving.. for there are demons who are not like his trusted servant, they have no interest in devouring souls.. that he knows, but he’s unsure about what their interests are. “I see.. I can understand that a healthy middle ground would be much better, it’s just getting to it that’s the hard thing I suppose..” he says quietly in thought. “but I would guess that once you make that middle ground it’s also very hard to keep there, life seems to try and tip you one way or the other.. it never tries to keep you in the middle.”
He stays still to make it easier for Reji to undress him, Richard remembers the first time his servant undressed him to put him in his clean clothes. He remembers being embarrassed as much as a twelve year old boy could be, but as Reji smiled reassuringly at him and spoke in that soft and calming tone he always spoke in.. Richard remembers relaxing and all feelings of embarrassment fading away as though they were never there to begin with, and since then Richard no longer felt embarrassed when Reji dressed and undressed him. In fact he was used to it and totally trusted Reji’s sense of fashion. “so it’s okay to make mistakes?” the young lord asks quietly, as he thinks back to all the mistakes he made as a child. So many things left unsaid, so many regrets. He notices the look of disgust that flashes on Reji’s normally calm face, he wonders if Albel’s scary butler Gladius has said anything mean to him. “Reji..” Richard starts quietly. “are you okay? No one’s being mean to you, have they? If they have I shall ask Catarina to beat them up for you if you like.” It’s common knowledge that Catarina Viper- one of his father’s closest friends- is one of the most toughest and scariest females in the kingdom and the only female to have the position of captain of the guard. Richard doesn’t think she’s to scary though, she’s really nice to him and brings him some new paints and brushes whenever she visits.. and she isn’t scared of his father, in fact it’s the other way around. Richard gazes down at his outfit and smiles happily, pleased with it.

Richard nods. “oh, I see.. so it’s a little bit like over here where some social classes are prioritised over others and are allowed to get away with things because they are that social class? That sounds rather unfair if that is the case, why can everyone not be treated the same? You cannot really help being born into the life you are born in, so it seems very unfair that people should be judged on that..” he smiles happily when he sees the jacket and gently takes it from Reji before sighing. “I hate to see you sad, Reji..”

Richard blushes a little. “oh, I always thought that you’d have someone to court.. because you’re so nice, smart, funny and handsome!” Richard blurts before realising what he’s said and blushes even more, he carefully takes his hat and puts it on his head. “oh.. but I thought father courted men when Amy was sick.. she told me that he used to leave in the dead of night, dressed in strange clothing with two men linked arm in arm on either side of him.. though you are right, he’d get so angry if he found out..”

Richard nods and takes a deep breathe. “yes.. let us go, the longer we keep father waiting the scarier he’s going to be.. and then he may enter one of his ‘foul moods’..” Richard shivers at the thought and whispers. “which is horrible when that happens..”