Edward could hear the voices through the door, wishing so badly he had decided to simply walk away, especially when it was answered. “What is it you wish to speak to my Mistress about?” Sally spoke, as she opened the wooden door and stood before him. He did not know Sally well, and only spoke with her a handful of times..which was only ever hello’s and goodbye’s. Yet, he admired her devotion to Elvira.
Edward stood there, silent, for a few moments as he thought of the best way to bring up his request. He knew she had no favor toward Juliette, yet the request was a tall one. One that required delicate touch, and subtle tongue. “Evening, Sally.” He spoke as he bowed his head lightly, and continued while he rose it. “I was hoping to ask the Mistress if she would be attending the ball.” Pausing for a moment, his face looked painful as he spoke again. “Also, I was hoping…she’d…take me with her. If only as what I am, a servant to her family.” He kept stressing the word family in a gentle manner, as though he were directly defying Juliette’s claim to him. “I even offer myself as a feed. I offer a….certain quality that she may strike interest in….should it please her.
(Sorry for the length, wanted to get this one in before bed.)
“Evening, Sally.” Elvira heard him begin “I was hoping to ask the Mistress if she would be attending the ball.” Elvira arched an eyebrow. “What is he up to?” she thought to herself. She could hear Edward continue with his request and was further intrigued. “Also, I was hoping…she’d…take me with her. If only as what I am, a servant to her family.” Elvira was fully facing the door at this point, eyebrows reaching up to her hairline. “I even offer myself as a feed. I offer a….certain quality that she may strike interest in….should it please her.”
“Stand aside, Sally. If he wishes to request something of me, then let him do so to my face so that I may see if there is some truth to his words. But step no further, slave. I do not wish my sister’s…plaything…to taint my rooms with her stench.” Elvira sneered. Sally stepped to the side, but remained by the door so that Edward could meet Elvira’s gaze directly. “Well?” she demanded impatiently.
As Az turned around, Ezekiel grinned and then made a sweeping bow. “My apologies, sir. I’m new to the area, I’m not familiar with many people.” Though by the mischievous glint in his eyes, he knew fully well who he was speaking to. He just enjoyed causing trouble and acting like he didn’t know the most obvious of things. After a moment, he stood up fully and placed his hat upon hit head once more. “Of course they do. I assure you, I am not weak. Perhaps compared to you, I am.” The demon paused, a thoughtful look on his face. After only a moment, though, he chuckled. “Though when looking at others, I am fairly strong. If I do say so myself.”
Shoving his hands in his pockets, the demon laughed and nodded. “Of course something wild is going on. It seems like something wild is always going on in their home. Ah, I believe that I shall wait alongside you, if you don’t mind. I promise not to bother you too much.”
Edward listened to the words Elvira replied with before ordering Sally to step aside.Plaything? Is that how she thinks of me? he thought to himself. After Sally sidestepped, he nodded to her quickly as his eyes fell upon his prize for a great choice of words. He surveyed her form with his eyes, and instantly was raked in to her beauty’s spell. He began to stutter a bit as he spoke, showing this. “M-Mistress, i-if it pleases thee…” Clearing his throat, he regained control of his words and fought the sexual attraction. “I request the great honor, and priveledge of joining you at the Masquerade ball tonight. If not at your side, then as a servant to demand.”
His eyes held hers strongly, as he spoke. Hoping the contact will give him a greater chance of succeeding in his current endeavor. He placed his hands behind his back, and folded them together at the fingers. “If a reason is requested….it is not something this one can give Mistress. All I can do is ask, and if denied, I shall return to my….most humble abode.” He stressed the word tightly, and meant it. Though perhaps she would deny him. At least he had something to entertain himself with in his bunk as he awaited Juliette.
Bess pressed herself into the wall at her husbands cries. Despite being the daughter of the devil…that horried, two toned demonic voice of his cut through her and seemed to strike her heart. Bess licked her lips, hitched her skirts up and ran.
She hurried toward the stairs, dark hair fluttering behind her like a veil. She hurried down the southern halls, the sound of her husbands voice getting louder. Turning the corner Bess stopped dead and gasped, her hand flew to her mouth and her eyes widened. “Amos…” she breathed.
Her husbands demon form was hulking in the archway of the hall, dark purple and swirling green with live it was this form that she had met him in…and this form that terrified her…but at the same time all that power made her want him all the more.
Now was not the time for that though, his rage was palpable. “My love” she said, raising her hands as if in surrender. She knew that when a demon flew into such a rage they were likely to go feral…and the last thing she needed was her husband tearing her head of. “Amos listen to me” she said “Come to me…come here” Bess smiled ever so slightly, and yet her heart was thumping in her chest
It was not fear she tried to tell herself to no avail.
With her purple skirts rustling the demon walked to her husband, slowly and with her eyes wide and locked on his “I know….i know what happened, calm yourself and we will fix this” she said. Bess’ cheeks had flushed scarlet from the adrenaline, her eyes were bright and despite the situation there was a hint of that ever present smirk that Bess was famed for.
With all the screaming, blood curdling threats, maids being ripped apart, angered husbands, and of course, the ever present thump thump thump of demons having sex, it seemed that a lonely zombie Butler would be lost in the thick of such madness. Hearing the polite tap at the front door, the ever faithful Lurch exits the kitchen, where he had been helping himself to a piece of Strawberry cheese cake, to do his duty as butler and (finally!) answer the door.
No one, could do as swell a job as Lurch, when it came to this task. And to those poor souls that had been waiting so long for this monumental event, Lurch would be a sight for sore eyes and weary feet.
The oversized zombie lumbered out from the kitchen, still with the butcher’s knife he used to hack a slice of cheesecake, when he growled inaudibly under his breath, and made it up to the front door, where he opened it slowly. He was a giant of a man, over eight feet and towered over the two gentlemen at the door. By the look of their clothing, they were dapper, and rather distinguished. They could have been Mormons, and if they were, there was a lovely noose that hung from the ceiling, that Lurch would pull, to activate the trap door to the pit of dogs, that only got fed every other Wednesday.
“Rrrrrrrrrrrr.”
The Door was held open, and now the guests could enter the Roxburg Manor.
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As the door was finally opened, Ezekiel grinned and looked up. As his eyes met the large form that was Lurch, he grinned. “Hello, my dear fellow! Finally, someone has come to answer our pleas to enter the humble abode of the Roxburgs!” Patting Lurch on the shoulder lightly, the demon walked into the house, chuckling. He could hear all of the ruckus – it was always so fun to be in their home! Nothing was ever boring here, after all. “Someone’s been busy making a couple of bloody messes. Great!”
Juliette’s feet landed in the plant in the hallway near the front door, Agares’ transportation successful. Looking up, she ran behind the archway as she saw Lurch answer the door. Her lips brightened as she saw the zombie, her lips curling into a devious smile. As he opened the door and greeted the guest, she saw him wait for the guests to enter. Holding a hand up to cup her mouth, she poked her head out and called softly “Lurch….Luuuurch…come here, lovey…” Holding back a giggle of glee at her fortunate luck, she gripped the side of the archway as she waited for the butler to come to her. Her hair was a bedraggled mess, clearly a sign that she had just been rutting. Her white corset was tight and hugged her body, all the dirt falling off as though it were some sort of magical material. Lifting her hand, she crooked a finger enticingly towards him.
