Beside you[3/?]
I am posting this story even though maybe its not that great,but it should be posted or stay within MS Word forever.
Title:Beside you
Rating:Not sure maybe 15
Warning:Violence,blood,sexual references,angst,romance
Genre:Fantasy
Characters: Hiromi:an incubus who was a half-human,now a powerful demon with a ruthless attitude.
incubi can change between male and female form so don't be confused when he is referred to as a "she" at times in the story.
Shiki:a demon who was originally a singing-doll named Nightingale,for his story go to Rose Noir.
At the Royal Court
Hiromi agreed to accompany the messenger, with the condition of knowing about the compensation upon arrival.
"It will take us three days to get there, the ship is prepared with all sort of luxury items for your comfort…"
He was cut short by Shiki "Will you get out for a moment, I have something to discuss with him"
The young man with sing song voice directed the speech to the messenger.
Who in return did as he was asked and left the two demons alone!
"If it's not your wish to go, I never forced it upon you…" Hiromi trailed pretending to be busy arranging his hair accessories.
Shiki was indeed not willing, but ever since that day when he left his life and reputation as either a monster or a siren, or even an enchanted doll,the thought of leaving Hiromi never crossed over.
"I always stood by your side, put up with all your recklessness, which-many times-may have cost your life"
"Whatever dangers are waiting for me out there, I am ready to face them head on. So, I'll go and meet with the count and you won't come with me!! "The black haired enchantress raised her voice, in response of Shiki's words.
Then, Hiromi went back to the messenger asking him to lead the way, except the journey was shortened by magic to reach their destination faster.
"Just a few spells and incantations and life would be easier, now I wish if I could use magic as well" the messenger said, trying to start a conversation with the marvelous being next to him, yet he never succeeded, Hiromi kept gazing out of the window.
As if waiting for someone.
He would be lying if he said he never wondered what happened in that room, between them,
he thought the doll was going to come along, but he never did.
Perhaps the atmosphere would be lighter if that doll with sing-song voice came along.
Upon arrival they were greeted with two men, whom been introduced as the count and the adviser.
Well groomed and wearing noble clothing made of the highest quality of fabric, smell of expensive cologne and cigars.
All of which the demon detested, he never liked the artificial scents humans made and certainly not the pungent smell of tobacco.
"Hiromi-sama, finally we are able to meet you, it's our honor to meet the once famous Oiran , stories as expected doesn't do you just! " the count said pleased .
"Please refrain from calling me an Oiran, I no longer go by that title" said the demon with a flat tone.
"Oh, before today we have never really believed in either the creatures of darkness, but here you are and…." The advisor was interrupted by Hiromi, gesturing for him to wait.
Like someone walking in their sleep, Hiromi turned his back to them and walked towards the throne room.
"Wait, what are you doing? We haven't discussed anything yet…" the count called desperately, and followed.
The room was filled with people, all dressed up in odd customs, some wearing masks.
Glasses filled with a foul smelling liquid and music playing.
There was the king an elderly man wearing a golden crown and a scepter in hand shaped like a skull.
As soon as Hiromi entered the room, he stood up and walked past by the people who all looked strange.
Their eyes looked like they're made of glass,following his every step, faces lacking any type of expression, adding to the eerie ambiance the room had.
"Wait…you can't go in…." he heard the count's voice and saw him at the door which swung shut with a loud thud, separating them from each other.
"Come closer, I've waited for you all this time, O' beautiful incubus…. "
As he made his way to the throne, the more intense the glass-eyes followed.
"What brings a demon huntress to take the shape of an old and weary man and play king?" he smirked.
"No need to hide anymore, except if you don't want to show your true identity in front of these people?" he gestured with his hand at the crowd.
The king stood up and made his way towards the black haired beauty, step by step the long royal robes turn into leather deep blue pants, paired with long-necked high heel boots.
The vest and shirt beneath the long garment turn into a purple lace corset, finally the old man's grey hair and face turned into a woman in her early thirties, piercing eyes of deep blue and chestnut-brown hair.
Title:Beside you
Rating:Not sure maybe 15
Warning:Violence,blood,sexual references,angst,romance
Genre:Fantasy
Characters: Hiromi:an incubus who was a half-human,now a powerful demon with a ruthless attitude.
incubi can change between male and female form so don't be confused when he is referred to as a "she" at times in the story.
Shiki:a demon who was originally a singing-doll named Nightingale,for his story go to Rose Noir.
At the Royal Court
Hiromi agreed to accompany the messenger, with the condition of knowing about the compensation upon arrival.
"It will take us three days to get there, the ship is prepared with all sort of luxury items for your comfort…"
He was cut short by Shiki "Will you get out for a moment, I have something to discuss with him"
The young man with sing song voice directed the speech to the messenger.
Who in return did as he was asked and left the two demons alone!
"If it's not your wish to go, I never forced it upon you…" Hiromi trailed pretending to be busy arranging his hair accessories.
Shiki was indeed not willing, but ever since that day when he left his life and reputation as either a monster or a siren, or even an enchanted doll,the thought of leaving Hiromi never crossed over.
"I always stood by your side, put up with all your recklessness, which-many times-may have cost your life"
"Whatever dangers are waiting for me out there, I am ready to face them head on. So, I'll go and meet with the count and you won't come with me!! "The black haired enchantress raised her voice, in response of Shiki's words.
Then, Hiromi went back to the messenger asking him to lead the way, except the journey was shortened by magic to reach their destination faster.
"Just a few spells and incantations and life would be easier, now I wish if I could use magic as well" the messenger said, trying to start a conversation with the marvelous being next to him, yet he never succeeded, Hiromi kept gazing out of the window.
As if waiting for someone.
He would be lying if he said he never wondered what happened in that room, between them,
he thought the doll was going to come along, but he never did.
Perhaps the atmosphere would be lighter if that doll with sing-song voice came along.
Upon arrival they were greeted with two men, whom been introduced as the count and the adviser.
Well groomed and wearing noble clothing made of the highest quality of fabric, smell of expensive cologne and cigars.
All of which the demon detested, he never liked the artificial scents humans made and certainly not the pungent smell of tobacco.
"Hiromi-sama, finally we are able to meet you, it's our honor to meet the once famous Oiran , stories as expected doesn't do you just! " the count said pleased .
"Please refrain from calling me an Oiran, I no longer go by that title" said the demon with a flat tone.
"Oh, before today we have never really believed in either the creatures of darkness, but here you are and…." The advisor was interrupted by Hiromi, gesturing for him to wait.
Like someone walking in their sleep, Hiromi turned his back to them and walked towards the throne room.
"Wait, what are you doing? We haven't discussed anything yet…" the count called desperately, and followed.
The room was filled with people, all dressed up in odd customs, some wearing masks.
Glasses filled with a foul smelling liquid and music playing.
There was the king an elderly man wearing a golden crown and a scepter in hand shaped like a skull.
As soon as Hiromi entered the room, he stood up and walked past by the people who all looked strange.
Their eyes looked like they're made of glass,following his every step, faces lacking any type of expression, adding to the eerie ambiance the room had.
"Wait…you can't go in…." he heard the count's voice and saw him at the door which swung shut with a loud thud, separating them from each other.
"Come closer, I've waited for you all this time, O' beautiful incubus…. "
As he made his way to the throne, the more intense the glass-eyes followed.
"What brings a demon huntress to take the shape of an old and weary man and play king?" he smirked.
"No need to hide anymore, except if you don't want to show your true identity in front of these people?" he gestured with his hand at the crowd.
The king stood up and made his way towards the black haired beauty, step by step the long royal robes turn into leather deep blue pants, paired with long-necked high heel boots.
The vest and shirt beneath the long garment turn into a purple lace corset, finally the old man's grey hair and face turned into a woman in her early thirties, piercing eyes of deep blue and chestnut-brown hair.