Roleplay Kuroshitsuji: Book of Roses

[Lady Aleister 1,677]

 

 

 

 

As the carriage took off, there was silence after Samael asked the question. Aya moved her hand and touched Samael's face softly, her eyes sad and looking at him. She moved his silver hair away from his left eye, it glowing in the moonlight as it shone though the carriage. 

"Yes..." her voice breaking. 

Aya's eyes just filling up with tears, blinking them away. 

"I don't think I can do it though." not being able to hold back her sobs, her head placed in Samael's lap. 

"I-I don't want...you to do it either." it came out hoarse. 

Veran slowed down the horses some, knowing what was going on inside the carriage. 

His eyes opening after a long blink, their red color prominent in the dark. 

What a tragedy. 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

Thank you Star for making such a savage thing ^^^  

 

Edited January 15, 2017 by Madam Ciel Nekohive

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Samael gently rubbed Aya's head, brushing her hair with his fingers carefully as if she were a porcelain doll. There was silence, for a while. Samael's expression didn't show fear, nor anger, nor regret. If anything, it expressed worry. Worry of the young woman who had gone through hell and back, and yet despite everything so far, was far from done. "I began to have dreams a few months ago." Samael began. "Nightmares, actually. They were always of the same matter. Whatever I touched, wherever I went, I saw death occur around me regardless of how much I tried to stop it. Even as I tried to save people, the moment I touched them their bodies would simply turn to dust in my arms." He closed his eyes. "At first I thought it was just my mind playing tricks. A messed up little boy with a messed up little mind having nightmares to reflect on his life. But then you spoke of the Horsemen...and your tone was suspicious enough." Samael chuckled a bit. "You wouldn't look at me in the eye. I wondered if I had angered you...then it hit me...but I'm not mad." Samael gently held Aya in his arms, hugging her gently. "Aya. You were brought into this world through the act of love, and the world has thrown you like a rag doll, and yet you have defied everything that it has thrown at you, and rose to every challenge like the champion you are. You were brought here for a purpose...one greater than even you realize." Samael placed a gentle kiss on her head. "If I am allowed to live, I will bring death to everyone around me. I can't bear the thought of harming you, especially in a state that I cannot control." He held her hands, looking her in the eyes. "Aya Evarus. I love you with all of my heart, and for the sake of the world that you have fought so hard for, I am more than happy to give my life. Because I know that when I do leave this world, I'll be waiting anxiously to spend eternity by your side."

 

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I regret nothing

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rAlTOfl9F2w

 

 

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"D-Did you tell Alexander of the dreams...?" Aya's head sat up some to look at Samael. 

"I know your butler isn't Veran, but Veran knows when there are nightmares. I have hardly been able to sleep at night since the reapers announced the horsemen." Aya admit, pulling herself up. 

"I just can hardly bear to look at you Samael. It just fills me with pain...but at the same time I want to look at you..." her voice was soft as she spoke. 

"I can barely even think about what will have to happen...but I will do it." Samael then grabbed her hands.

Aya gently pressed their foreheads together. 

"We both don't have long left. After all, Veran is practically salivating to have his way with me." her eyes met Samael's. 

"Wait for me Samael. Promise?" she asked quietly, then kissing his lips quickly. 

The carriage came to a stop as Veran began getting off the carriage. 

"We will make preparations tonight...I can't promise it will happen tomorrow...but it will have to happen soon." Aya's voice was sincere as Veran opened the carriage, his eyes instantly on Aya. 

"We're here." his breath visible in the chill of the night. 

Aya gave a solemn nod to Veran, slowly letting go of Samael's hand, letting Veran grab her out of the carriage. 

"Veran...can Samael and Alexander stay here tonight?" she then asked, a little out of turn, her eyes on her butler. 

"That is up to them, not me." Veran spoke, turning to Alexander. 

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Alexander frowned slightly. Tonight had been a long night. Surely they needed some rest. "I appreciate the kind offer but I really think-" Alexander began, however Samael quickly spoke up his part. "Can we stay the night, please?" Samael asked, stepping out of the carriage and looking at his butler. Alexander paused, looking down a Samael with a worried look, looking then at Aya, then at Veran, then at Samael. "Are you sure? You must be so tired, my lord. I think it would be best for everyone's health to head back to our own devices." Alexander insisted. Samael shook his head softly. "I really want to stay. Please, Alexander." Samael asked. Alexander tried to be stern, but his heart quickly melted at the sight of Samael once more. His one and true weakness. The child he promised lady Pandora, and himself, to serve and protect until death. He sighed. "If that is what you wish, my lord. If lady Evarus and Veran allow us, then let us stay." Alexander said, finally giving in. Samael smiled at him. "Thank you, Alexander." Samael said. He turned to Aya, taking her hand in his. "Let's get inside. It's freezing out here. You need a well deserved warm bath too!" Samael said happily as he walked with Aya. Alexander could sense something was off...but he didn't know what. "I worry for that child more than my own heart can bear. But the way he looks at Aya." Alexander frowned momentarily. "...regardless." With that, he entered the manor.

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Veran gave Alexander a smirk. He fell for Samael as hard as Samael fell for Aya. The pain of love was something Veran never experienced. The kind of relationship Alexander and Samael had was something of master and servant, but Alexander's feelings were obvious to Veran. The way Alexander looks at Samael is different the way Veran faces Aya. 

"The way you look at him, Alexander." Veran teased. 

"The inevitable is the inevitable Alexander...but I will stay as loyal to Samael as I stay loyal to Aya." Veran flashed his seal to Alexander, part of it fading off.

"Aya's time is running out. Our contract only last until the destruction of her uncle. We will hold our bond until this ordeal is over though." Veran walked off, towards Aya's room to get her bed ready.

"Wulfric! Lazarus!" Veran called out.

"Please show Alexander to a room, and bring Samael to the baths, Wulfric. Alexander is welcome to help Samael if he wants." he instructed to the werewolf, then looking to Lazarus.

"I need to borrow you for a second as well. Aya had an incident and needless to say is a little hurt." Veran pat the smaller pink-haired boy on the head.

"Good thing we hired you with us being so reckless." The gash that was previously on Veran's face had disappeared already, healed perfectly, leaving not a scar. 

Aya and Samael headed upstairs where Aya was taken to a bath by one of the older maids, Veran following behind them with Lazarus. 

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Wulfric quickly saluted. "Yes sir!" Wulfric said happily, turning to Samael and Alexander. "Come along then, you two! Lets get you a nice warm bath and a room!" Wulfric said as he grabbed both of their hands and began to lead them away, the two allowing Wulfric to do as so. Lazarus on the other hand, groaned slightly at the fact. "If my father was alive he would have kicked you for being so reckless, regardless that you were a demon." Lazarus said as he turned away for a moment. "Head over to lady Aya. I will get the first aid kit." Lazarus said as he walked away. Samael was offered a warm bath with bubbles in a separate room from Aya, much to his amusement. He wasn't complaining, though. Alexander insisted on helping Samael get bathed, folding his clothing and helping him wash in hard to reach spots. "You got your clothes covered in blood. This is going to be a pain to get rid off." Alexander sighed, who only received a small chuckle from Samael. Veran was right. By all means, as he watched him grow, learn, and become the man that he was today, Alexander fell hard for his master. Meanwhile Lazarus walked over to where Aya was taking her bath. He held the first aid kit in his hands, also a pair of gloves. "Alright, Aya. Let me see how deep the wound is." Lazarus said, pulling up a stool to sit next to the bathtub.

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"I would have liked to see your dad try." Veran smiled simply at Lazarus as he walked off to get the kit, Wulfric leading Alexander and Samael off. 

Veran had helped Aya undress and gave her a robe to cover herself with as Lazarus came, Aya sitting in a chair in the bath area, the tub still getting hot. 

"Don't you dare hurt me." Aya threatened, looking to Lazarus. 

"Lady Aya has had a long night." Veran sighed, walking over to Lazarus and her as Lazarus began cleaning up the wound some. 

"Needless to say, Samael is the only horseman left. Charles Everus is dead." it was a solemn statement, Veran's eyes watching Lazarus. 

"Sadly to say, I do not have much time left either." Aya added softly, clenching her fist at the stinging pain of alcohol. 

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Lazarus squinted his eyes at Aya. "Calm down. You may be the lady of the house but unless you want to go to hell looking like a pirate I suggest you allow me to look at your wound." Lazarus hissed, cleaning up the wound with alcohol to clean it up better than what water would do. "I understand as such. Your contract is done already, is it not? Yet the world is still going to end, and all of the demons have retreated to relax in hell to watch as the world collapses on itself. So by all means...Veran is the only demon around who could possibly stand up to stop the end of the world." Lazarus said as he hummed at the wound. "Luckily not too deep. Otherwise you would have needed stitches. You should be fine. After you finish bathing, I will bandage a piece of aloe on your wound and it should be healed up by tomorrow." Lazarus said as he threw away the bloodied cotton swab. He frowned at Veran. "Will you at least try to save this world before heading back to hell, Veran?" Lazarus asked, actually sounding concerned for a few moments.

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"I will be here until peace comes over this world once more." Veran assured Lazarus. 

"Let me explain something to you both." he then spoke up, looking at Aya and Lazarus. 

"Minerva and Noir were after me. They were after me from the start. Because I am a contracted demon." his eyes focused on Aya.

"Contracted demons were accepted back in my early days in hell, but as time progressed, the numbers became fewer and fewer. Demons who are contracted and loyal to their contractors are seen as vile. Especially with the uprising of what is soon to come, Minerva and Noir wanted the demons back in hell. They were sent to get me, but I will not allow them to have me. My contract may be well, completed now, but getting back into hell will be a challenge in itself." Veran gently brushed some of Aya's hair out of her face.

"Thank you for your help Lazarus. I will let you know when Aya's bath is done." Veran allowed him out, him beginning to clean up Aya in the bath.

There was silence for a while, Aya's eyes closed.

"I'm going to have to kill him..." it was a very small statement spoken in a very low tone.

"I heard everything." Veran then commented silently.

"There is much change coming." he then sighed, watching some blood in Aya's hair fall into the water.  

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Samael wore a long pajama, which was more of a night dress than anything else. It was white and with lace on its end and on its sleeves. Alexander brushed his hair to get any knots out of it as Samael sat in front of the vanity mirror of his guest room. A small music box, which sat on the vanity, played a tune as Samael winded it up, filling up the silence between the two. "Alexander?" "Hm?" "Would you ever get angry with me?" "No. I would never get angry with you...with rightful reason." "Hm...Tell me about mom again." Alexander paused, but only for a moment before continuing to brush his hair. "She was the most beautiful woman I had ever had the honor of meeting. You are practically a spitting image of her. You inherited her eyes, her hair, her skin, and without a doubt, her heart. She wanted to be a teacher, but her delicate medical state didn't allow her to do much...she loved you with all of her heart." Alexander assured. Samael hummed. "Do you think that if I die, I would see her?" "Of course. She would be waiting for you with open arms." "She would be waiting for you too, Alexander." A pause again, Alexander having to swallow a lump growing on his throat. "I would hope so." He finally answered. "And if I died before you, I would be waiting too." "That won't happen." Alexander responded a bit too quickly, causing Samael to look back at him. Silence again, but only for a short while. "Alexander." "Hm?" "If I go before you, I want you to forget about me, and live on, and make a change in the world, understood?" "...Samael-" "If you don't promise it then I'll make it an order." Alexander stared down at him, before sighing. "Fine. I promise." Samael smiled. "Good!" With that, he turned back so Alexander could finish brushing his hair. Alexander continued, pursing his lips. "Could you possibly start to question me with something less morbid?" "Sorry. Just all of this talk about the end of the world and stuff has me thinking, you know." "You know I would do anything to keep you safe, Samael." Alexander smiled. Samael frowned slightly, but only for a moment before Alexander could see.

 

"(That is what I'm worried about.)"

 

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~Somewhere~

 

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"A demon has betrayed us." A voice spoke, echoing. In the chamber of darkness and gloom, there were seven thrones, all of them with different shapes, and different heights. The light was provided by the melting lava that poured from the walls onto the lake beneath, surrounding the hot, unbearable rock in which the thrones stood. On the thrones figures stood, their dark shadows hiding their appearances, yet their eyes glowing to allow them to be seen. "I thought we have called upon all demons to return from the mortal world." One voice spoke, their eyes narrowing at the rest of the thrones. "It is a contract demon." One of them responded, a voice calm and soft. Another voice scoffed, almost yelling. "A contract demon?! How's that even possible?!" "They are being aided by a rogue shinigami, according to my spies. They were given the names of the Horsemen and have been taken down one by one by the demon, following orders from its master." There was a low growl. "This is why their kind should have been disregarded long go-" There was a pause. "...does this mean, we have only one Horseman left?" "Yes. And if the demon continues to do as he has done, it won't be long until he is also dead." There was a sigh following the statement. "What a mess. It seems we won't be able to rebirth the world anew this year." With that, all eyes turned onto a specific figure, who glared fiercely at all of them. "I refuse to believe that my plan has fallen so quickly." The figure hissed, slamming its fist against the throne. "We will NOT postpone it!" It insisted. Silence. "...then what do you suggest we do, Lucifer?" One of them asked, all eyes still on the figure by the name of Lucifer. "...We shall release the demons back to the mortal world, and allow them to bring us the souls we need for the awakening." Lucifer said. One of them quickly responded. "No way that I will allow you to release everyone-!" "I AM IN CHARGE, AND YOU WILL FOLLOW MY ORDERS!" Lucifer's voice boomed, silencing everyone. He rested against the throne once more. "Begin preparations. We shall release them all at once. Let us try and see this demon and master try and stop us when the world collapses around them into despair."

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Veran's ungloved hands finished buttoning up Aya's nightgown, her looking in the mirror with a dull look and Veran behind her, his face sadder rather than its usual smirk.
"Is this my punishment for summoning you...?" Aya muttered, moving her still damp hair away from her contracted eye.
"My punishment will come soon as well, Aya." His hand was placed on her shoulder and Aya jumped a little.
There was silence, the clock ticking.
"I...I can't believe I'm going to have to....kill him." Her voice barely came out.
"Do you want me to?" Veran echoed out.
Their eyes met in the mirror. Aya shaking her head.
"It is my duty as the Queen's watchdog. I have to do things I don't want to....and this is one of those things." She swallowed hard, trying to keep tears back.
"As soon as this whole ordeal is over Veran...I allow you to finish the terms of our contact. You are allowed to take my soul then...and carve as much pain as you want to into it." Aya turned and walked towards her bedroom.
Veran held up a bit, before following Aya and tucking her in tight.
A demon helping a human. A human overrun by tragedy. A human surrounded by death and the inhuman. A human waiting for her death.
Veran stayed by Aya's side, gently sitting on her bed and brushing her hair to calm her some as she slowly fell asleep. This human was his...and he would be the end of her. The death she has been waiting on would come from him.
'I don't want to loose you...no matter what your orders say...I'd rather be by your side than anywhere else.' The one lonely thought came to mind from Veran as he blew out the candles and stood up.
The contract symbol on his hand burned and Veran cut his eyes at it. Lucifer shall not have his way. Veran was God's child before he was ever thrown into hell. He will hold that belief until the day he is turned to nothing but dust thrown into the fires of hell to turn into ash.

Edited January 28, 2017 by Madam Ciel Nekohive

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FEELS AHEAD

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLcisO2pOro

 

 

Nightmares weren't something that plagued Samael as often as one would think. Despite the treatment of his father, and the horrors and deaths that followed him in his life in all shapes and forms, Samael had calm nights and sweet dreams. Some he could remember, others he could not. But for the last month or so, nightmares have began to plague him non-stop. Every night the nightmares were the same; he saw himself in many places, in different timelines, in all doing the same thing, witnessing the same events. Death, everywhere around him, out of all kinds. At the end of his fingertips, he would touch people and like that their souls would escape them, leaving in a hurry as if to just avoid him. Sickness, hunger, unnatural deaths, wherever he went, death followed like a friend or an ally. It filled his body with guilt and desperation. He was a monster that everyone feared, that children and adults alike cried out in horror at the sight. The way they looked at him. The way they begged. And yet, the worse part was...that it was no mere dream. But memories, memories of past lives, past worlds, past disasters. Once he was a young girl, another time he was an elderly windowed man, another time he was a wife and mother, and now, he was simply Samael. Even as his soul was his own, they were connected, in the fact that they were all, in the end, chosen to bring the end of the world through the one thing that all fear, yet no one can avoid; death. He awoke with a gasp, gripping the sheets tightly as his eyes opened wide. He sat up, wiping sweat from his brow as he felt his heart pound against his chest. He looked out the window. It was a clear night, the moonlight shining through the windows. He knew he didn't have much time left in this world. If he allowed himself to continue to live...he would become a monster that even he would fear. Yes, death scared him. But at the same time, at the moment, it left him with relief. He had experienced so much in this life. He had experienced loss, gain, happiness, sadness, and most of all, love. Love from Alexander and his servants, giving him the love of a family that was missing from his life. The love of his mother, even if he never felt it. The love of Aya, who he was glad to have met. Even as he wished that he could do more for her, that he could have met her earlier, that he could have spent more time with her. But he had faith, that if destiny was to be, that maybe they would meet again...in whatever awaited them after death. He stepped out of the bed, his feet touching the cold wood beneath. He used his hands to feel around the room, opening the door and stepping out into the hall. Seeing with the moonlight through the windows, he walked as quietly as he could towards Aya's room. Once he reached it, he opened the door ever so gently, closing it behind him as quietly as he could. He then turned, hurrying over to the bed where Aya lay, climbing into it. He sneaked underneath the sheets and lay his head down on the pillow next to Aya, looking at her as she slept ever so peacefully. She was beautiful. She was beautiful then, now and every passing day only seemed to be even more than the day before. He could only imagine how she would be as she grew up. As a young woman, as an adult, maybe as a mother, and eventually as an old lady. That was a thought. He told himself that he would eventually thank Veran before he left. Thank him for saving her, for being with her when she was most alone. He reached his hand forward, taking a hold of her hand and holding it in his, gently rubbing his thumb against it. "Good night, Aya." He whispered, his eyes slowly closing as he fell asleep again. For the first time in a long time, he was able to sleep without any fear. No nightmares. No death. Just Aya.

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The early morning was quiet, no birds chirping, the sky a dull grey, the wind strong. Veran was the first to arise, seeing as he hardly never sleeps. He buttoned his shirt and pulled his gloves over his ivory hands. With a simple knock on the door, Veran walked into the smaller room near his which held Lazarus and Wulfric in separate beds.

"Wulfric, Lazarus. It's time to get up. Wulfric I need you to get Alexander up. He doesn't deserve any beauty sleep. Lazarus, will you go fetch Forget-Me-Not's from the garden this morning? I also need some more herbs...preferably some mint and basil." Veran raised his voice to awaken the other two servants, shaking the werewolf boy and literal zombie.

With that, the butler turned his heel and headed upstsairs, walking into Aya's room without a sound, not entering her actual bedroom but just the room before her bedroom. It was more of a sitting area connected to her bedroom. Veran pulled an outfit for her, and opened the door to her bedroom slightly just to check on her.

He looked over and found himself almost falling in the bedroom.

Samael was beside Aya. Their faces were too close. Their bodies were too close. Samael was too close. Veran's mind screamed "HELL NO" but as much as he wanted to exclaim it then and pull the two apart, Veran backed out of the room without a sound. Veran took a deep breath and headed back downstairs to begin preparations for breakfast.

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The two young boys whined as they came to from their slumber. Wulfric grumbled as he crawled out of the bed and dressed himself up, shaking Lazarus. "Wake up. You heard Veran. Go get the flowers and the herbs." Wulfric said as he shook him. Lazarus sat up, shaking his head as his bedhead stood on its end. "I'm on it...I'm on it." Lazarus yawned, getting up as he threw on the first pair of clothing he found. "Your buttons are messed up." Wulfric mumbled, turning as he moved Lazarus' hands away and fixed up the buttons himself. Lazarus blinked a few times. "You are one to talk. Your collar is messed up too." Lazarus responded, moving his hands and fixing Wulfric's shirt collar in return. Once the two saw that the other seemed presentable enough, they parted ways to do as told. Lazarus went outside with a weaved basket in hand. He walked over to the garden and first picked up the herbs, handful of them for Veran. Afterwards he picked up a handful of the flowers, carrying them in his hand to keep them away from the herbs. With that, he returned inside to deliver them to Veran. Wulfric entered Alexander's room, loudly at that. "Alexander! Waky waky!" Wulfric yelled, much to Alexander's dismay. However he didn't protest as he sat up. His hair was loose, and it covered his eyes ever so slightly. "Get out of my room so I may get dressed." He hissed. Wulfric awed. "You have pretty hair, Alexander." Wulfric complimented. "Thank you. Now get out." Wulfric did as asked, and a few minutes afterwards Alexander walked out in his usual attire, tying up his long hair into his usual ponytail. He walked downstairs to the kitchen, where he suspected Veran was at. "Sending your dog to wake me up? At least send him with tea next time." Alexander teased, getting an apron on. "How can I help?" Just then, Lazarus walked in. "Here, Veran."

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"Perfect." Veran acknowledged Lazarus as he entered, taking the herbs and flowers.

"Perfect..." he then grumbled as Alexander entered the kitchen.

"Oh I saw your master in the same bed as mine this morning." Veran said nonchalantly, starting to make some tea for both Aya and Samael.

"Also-- Wulfric is not my dog. He is Aya's dog." he pushed Alexander to the side away from the stove after turning it on.

"The tragedy that surrounds our two masters is something else..." he sighed, his crimson eyes glinting towards Alexander. 

 

 

(I DUNNO WHAT TO POST.) 

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Alexander gasped louder than he expected himself to sound. "W-What?!" He quickly turned to Veran, his face almost in shock. "A-And you didn't stop them?!" Alexander spoke, this time though it sounded more of a squeak. He bit his bottom lip, gripping his fists as he forced himself to calm down. No. He shouldn't act like this. It was Samael's actions and his decision...even if it stung his heart. He cleared his throat, straightening himself up. "W-Well...we better get working on their breakfast, then. We don't want them to walk down only to see an empty table, do we?" Alexander asked, getting to work. Wulfric smiled at Veran's comment. "I'm the Queen's Watchdog's Dog!" Wulfric said rather proudly. Lazarus yawned as he rested his head against Wulfric's shoulder. "A loud dog that you are. You whine in your sleep." Lazarus murmured, closing his eyes. Wulfric rubbed Lazarus' head. "And you snore!" "I don't snore!" "Yes you doooo!" Wulfric nuzzled against Lazarus' cheek, which his response was to nuzzle back. Upstairs, Samael shuffled in his sleep, opening one of his eyes lazily to look around him. He was still in Aya's bed, still holding her hand, which made him smile. He closed his eyes again, this time deciding to wait for Aya to wake up when she was ready. It had been a long day yesterday, after all. She deserved much well earned rest.

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Wulris.

 

 

 

 

 

"I was going to stop them, and then I thought it would be more torturous to let you know...so I did not stop them." Veran admit to Alexander, letting himself laugh after saying so. 

"I'm sure you've slept in the same bed as that boy before. Let it happen Alexander...he is growing up. You're just as bad as a mother would be to a son." Veran was pouring the tea, placing it on a smaller cart, a cup for Samael and for Aya. 

"Aya will wake up soon. I will be back." Veran started headed out before clapping his hands at Lazarus and Wulfric. 

"Wake up. What were you two doing last night if you weren't sleeping?" he muttered the last part to himself, sighing and heading out. 

Veran was near Aya's room as Aya's eyes slowly open, meeting Samael's. She actually leap back a little bit, surprised. 

"It's just you." she sighed in relief, laying her head back down. 

Following this, a knock at the door from Veran. 

"Come in...." Aya called out groggily. 

Veran opened the door and handed both Samael and Aya their tea, going over and opening the windows some. Silence filled the room as Veran looked out, taking a deep breath. 

Should he offer to kill Samael against Aya's wishes? Should he just kill Samael and take Aya's soul so he was on good terms with the demons so they did not try to destroy the earth? 

"Scheiße." Veran hardly whispered in his native tongue, just letting him outright say the curse. 

Aya was not going to question him so it was better just to let it slide. 

 

 

 

 

*Scheiße literally translates into "shit, damn, bloody hell, f***" 

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Lazarus ad Wulfric jumped at Veran's clapping, whining as they pushed up against each other even more. "He keeps me up at night with his whining!" Lazarus insisted. "And he with his snoring." Wulfric added. Whether this was true or not no one would ever know. Alexander watched Veran walk away, narrowing his eyes at him. Meanwhile upstairs, Samael opened his eyes and smiled softly at Aya. "Good morning. Sorry that I barged in. I would have asked but you were asleep, so I just kind of sneaked in and fell asleep too." Samael said with a soft smile as he rubbed his eyes. Soon enough, Veran came over and handed them each a cup of tea. At least Veran didn't kick him for sneaking into Aya's room. "Thank you, Veran. Good morning." Samael sas he sat up, taking his cup in hand before eagerly taking a sip of the tea. He could hear Veran whisper something under his breath, but he couldn't understand, but he wouldn't really question it either. Even as a demon, the current events must have been stressing him out as well. The end of the world, the demons, the party with Aya's uncle. Even a demon could feel anxiety. Maybe. He smiled softly, gently pushing some of Aya's bangs away from her face. "Your bedhead is cute."

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"It's okay." Aya commented back to Samael.

As soon as he commented on her bedhead, she instantly tried covering it up some, patting it down.

"It's not that bad is it?" she asked Samael, concerned.

"It's not..." Veran responded, not moving from his spot.

The air of the room was tense. Veran made it tense anyways but today it was especially so.

"Samael are you ready for today...?" Veran then asked, his head turning ever so slightly to the boy.

Aya almost choked on her tea, setting it down. She didn't even want to have to think about what was ahead. Veran shouldn't be asking Samael if he was ready for his own death, he should be asking Aya if she was ready to kill the only love she will ever have. The answer to that was no.

"I-I'm really not..." she confessed softly, putting the teacup back in her mouth before she could say anything else.

Veran eyed her.

"Alexander is waiting downstairs with breakfast." he broke off from the sensitive subject hesitantly, looking towards the door.

"Yes of course." Aya said, getting herself out of bed and putting the tea cup down, starting already to head downstairs without even changing first.

How was she going to change with the beast over her head asking her sensitive questions. Veran was just trying to understand more but the only time he killed someone he loved it was an accident.

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Samael finished drinking his tea as she watched Aya head downstairs for breakfast. He settled his cup down and got to his feet, picking up the tray before walking over to Veran and handing it to him. "Thank you for the tea, Veran." Samael said, sincerity in his voice. "I'm ready for today. Or whenever you and Aya think it's good." Samael said. He glanced over to the door, making sure that Aya was out of hearing distance. "Veran. I know you are in a current contract, and cannot do another until that one is dissolved, but I have something to ask of you." Samael said as he looked up at Veran in the eyes. "I wish for you to promise me that you will stop this world from ending so soon. I know you have no reason to do something like this. To protect and save the very same world who killed you and turned you into who...what you are currently. But this world is still young. Humanity and its other beings are still learning. Yes there are many bad people in this world, just like Charles and others you have met. But there are also good people, like Wulfric, Lazarus and...and Aya." Samael said as he gave Veran a small glare. "You are the only one left who can stop this from happening. If you don't at least try tells us that you're no better than those other demons...and I know for a fact that, even as you remain a demon still, that you are different from when we first met." Samael said with a smile. "There's a glint in your eye that wasn't there before. I think you've grown more human." And with that, Samael hurried downstairs. Alexander set up the table with the plates and drinks and food, Wulfric and Lazarus helping out as they welcomed Aya in.

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"My contract has been currently terminated, Samael." Veran spoke up to him. 

"Though it is terminated, I will be saving this world from the others like me. I will be doing it for you in your death, and I will be doing it for Aya." Veran reassured. 

As soon as Samael told him that he seemed a little more human from when they first met, Veran almost laughed out loud. 

"More human? I guess it just seems that way to you..." he waved Samael off. 

He might have indeed seemed more human to the humans he stayed around. He was still not human at all. He showed more emotion around people that he was more comfortable with, but Veran was still a demon. 

He still longed for and craves the soul of Aya. He is no better than the others. 

 

Aya arrived downstairs, going on and sitting at the table. 

"Good Morning Lazarus, Wulfric." she greeted her other two servants. 

"Thank you, Lazarus, by the way, my shoulder is feeling better." she then thanked, looking to Alexander. 

"Good Morning Alexander. Sorry, you had to stay here." she apologized. 

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Lazarus and Wulfric waved. "Morning Aya."Wulfric said, serving her something to drink. "Good to know that my skills have some use." Lazarus said with a smile. Alexander served her up a plate. "There's no need to apologize. The master enjoys being in your company. As long as he is happy, I'm happy." Alexander assured. Samael followed right in behind Aya. "Good morning everyone." Samael said with a yawn. "Good morning. Come take a seat and eat some breakfast as well." Alexander said as he set down his plate in a seat next to Aya. Samael nodded and sat down. "Did you sleep well?" Alexander asked as he ruffled Alexander's hair a bit. "I slept fine." Samael insisted as he began to eat. "That's good." Alexander said cheerfully as he served him up something to drink. "You haven't been bothering Veran, have you?" "Not at all." "Not as much as the usual." Wulfric joked, much to Alexander's dismay. Unbeknownst to Alexander at least, this was Samael's last day. Samael was ready for it. Alexander, not so much, if at all.

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"Samael does not bother me at all compared to you." Veran spoke up upon entering. 

Aya began to eat alongside Samael. 

"Alexander weiß es nicht ..." Veran then spoke in a softer voice to Aya, who took her fork out of her mouth.

"Ich weiß, behalte es so..." Aya replied back, her eyes glancing at Alexander.

"Sollten wir ihm nicht sagen, er ist wichtig für ihn ... Ich denke, es wäre das Richtige ..." Veran looked concerned, his eyes on Aya as if trying to convince her of something.

"Er weiß es. Wir können ihm durch einen Brief erzählen, den Samael schreibt. Aber Alexander kann nicht sehen, dass ich es getan habe. Ob Samael Alexander sagen will, dass ich ihn getötet habe So normal wie möglich heute...Wenn Alexander weiß, dass ich es getan habe..." Aya paused, taking another bite. 

"Ich werde dich beschützen, mein ganzes Wesen, ich werde ihm nicht erlauben, dir wehzutun, du musst tun, was getan werden muß." Veran reassured, folding his hands in front of him. 

Aya nodded, "Vielen Dank." 

So concluding the German conversation, Aya turned to Samael. 

"It's about time we get dressed don't you think?" Aya giggled, standing up.

"I'm going to get changed real fast. Meet me in the garden afterward!" Aya waved to Samael real fast, Veran leading her upstairs to where she changed. 

 

 

 

 

Aya's hair was fixed up by Veran (who was actually pretty good at it), and after a little bit, Aya headed down to the garden. Aya's garden was a sight to behold. It held almost every variation of rose and lighter color flowers along with herbs, spices, and vegetables. It just took a small little walk to the gates, and inside was just a swirling maze of roses, in the center, a greenhouse lay, which contained the herbs, spices, and vegetables. From a bird's eye view, the garden looked something like an eye but much more complex. If this was going to be her last day with the love of her life, she wanted to make it beautiful for him...even if his death was not. 

The black of her dress contrasted with the brightness of the sun. It was especially cold today and the wind was picking up some. It was a miracle the flowers in the garden were still thriving in the weather, but that is only the miracle of a gardeners work. 

Would Aya be able to survive like those roses when the winds of change blew on her like the first frost? 

 

 

Translations: 

 

"Alexander does not know..."

"I know. Keep it that way..." 

"If he knows, it will be by a letter Samael writes. Alexander cannot see that I've done it. Whether Samael writes that I killed him or not. We will carry out today as normally as possible. If Alexander knows I did it..."

"I will protect you will my entire being. I will not allow him to hurt you. You have to do what needs to be done." 

"Thank you"

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When Samael finished eating he quickly hurried upstairs to get dressed. It was rather cold today, so by the insistence of Alexander, he decided to wear a coat as well to avoid getting sick. "If you need anything, you can call me anytime, alright Samael?" Alexander asked. "Of course." Samael said with a soft smile, taking Alexander's hand softly. "You really care for me so much?" "Of course." Alexander got his hand to his pocket, slightly touching the broken pocket watch in it. "I made a promise to your mother to begin with. To grow up with you has only affirmed my love for you, Samael." Alexander said, smiling just as brightly. Samael felt himself frown for a second, but quickly smiled again before Alexander could have noticed. "Right, I'll be in the garden then! Don't wish to keep Aya waiting!" With that, Samael hurried outside. He followed the paths of the garden to around he greenhouse, where he eventually found Aya wearing the prettiest black dress. He could go on of how beautiful she looked today like every day before and after. But then would be endless. "Hope I didn't make you wait too long." Samael said as he looked around. "As always, your surprises never end. This garden is absolutely stunning, even in this weather." Samael said as he turned to sniff at one of the roses momentarily.

 

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Samael's clothing minus the hat

 

 

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"You can thank Lazarus for that." Aya smiled as Samael came down to the garden. 

They almost matched. Black. The color of mourning and death. How unfortunate that they both were wearing it. 

"What would you like to do today Samael?" Aya spoke up some, she was trying her best to make sure he was okay and kind of wanted to spoil him. 

"Also what are you going to do with your company...?" she asked the second part quietly. 

What was she going to do with HER company as soon as she was gone? Veran would have to shut it down...

Aya honestly wanted to ask Samael so many questions. Was he scared? Was he sure he wanted Aya to kill him? Was he sure that he wanted to die before the monster took him over? She couldn't ask him these questions. She didn't need this day plagued by sadness. 

 

Meanwhile, Veran had finished cleaning up the breakfast, Wulfric and Lazarus in the kitchen with him. 

"Will you two say goodbye to Samael?" he then asked, making sure to stay quiet. 

"Alexander is not to know about his death...especially the fact that Aya and I will be killing him..." he warned the two servants, making a long sigh. 

"Do it when Alex and Aya aren't around." he waved on, having to go upstairs and clean up some. 

Edited February 26, 2017 by Madam Ciel Nekohive