Lemon Meringue Pie #8 Small
Title: Valuable News
Author: tanyalazagna
Story: Fruit of the Dead
Flavor(s): Lemon Meringue Pie #8 Small
Topping(s): N/A
Extra(s): N/A
Rating: G
Summary: Sophie visits the underworld with some important news for the demon Lord Darcy.
Author's Notes: Over a month and a half since my last (first) post, I return with another piece! This one takes place in late September (over nine months after my last piece). As you can probably tell I have been watching too much Supernatural and it is starting to seep into my story... Also, I hope I can complete this Limited Edition Flavor by the end of the month...
The door shut silently behind them after they entered into what appeared to be a relatively modest study. An ornate desk and chair took up almost the entirety of the room with a small wooden chair opposite it in the exact center of the room. Of the rooms four walls, three of them were lined with bookshelves overstuffed with ancient books in a language Sophie could not read.
"We don't have long before Meir's curiosity gets the better of him," Darcy turned to her and raised an eyebrow as he gave her a quick once over, "What possessed you to come here dressed as a Night Mistress, today of all days. The demons out there are vultures just waiting to tear apart a little piece of meat like you."
Sophie pulled his borrowed velvet cloak more tightly around her, feeling suddenly small. Dressed in all black in skin tight leather leggings, caged heels and a mesh paneled corset that was more lingerie than an acceptable top, she looked like a woman straight out of a bondage movie. Her face flushed bright red and she wished for the third time that night that the thought to change had crossed her mind earlier.
"I was summoning…" she trailed off, staring at the floor in a refusal to meet his eyes.
"And why were you - a Huntress no less - summoning a demon when you have me?" he sat down in the oversized chair behind the desk.
"No offence, but I was summoning for someone more powerful than you," she stiffly lowered herself into the extremely small and uncomfortable chair opposite him, her back to the door.
"There are few demons more powerful than me, darling," he steepled his fingers and his eyes darkened. A moment later he blinked and they returned to their equally eerie amber colour.
She swallowed, seeing a veiled threat in his eyes.
"I was looking for a demon I could control," she muttered out suddenly overly interested in studying the floor at her feet.
Her expert eyes could pick out the faint grooves carved into the hardwood floor. The chair sat in the exact center of an intricate pentagram with a blood candle placed at each of the five points of the star. Even the chair on which she sat was carved with ancient spells written in a foreign language that tickled her memory. Had she been anything more than human, she would have been absolutely terrified. Why was there god letters in a demon lord's study?
"Darling Sophie," his sigh broke her train of thought as she quickly glanced up at him. Were those bags under his eyes? He looked more exhausted than she had ever seen him before combined. "Do you honestly think that I would damage my merchandise after five years of cultivating it? Only months from harvest date?"
While this argument was entirely logical, her mind refused to accept it. She remained stubbornly silent - her mind nagging away at her that something was not right.
"Well something must have gone wrong," he ran a hand through his hair as he slumped back in his seat, "otherwise you wouldn't have been daft enough to waltz right into the Underworld on Michaelmas."
It was a few moments before she could trust her voice to come out as more than a shaky whisper, "something else came through."
The door behind her clicked open suddenly, causing her to almost fall off her seat in surprise. Darcy stiffened in his seat, sending a blackened glare over Sophie's shoulder to the intruder. A feeling of pure, unadulterated power seemed to pulse between him and the trespasser who came to rest a firm grip on her shoulder
Sophie could feel the power seeping out from the stranger even before he came to a stop behind her and rested a strong grip on her shoulder.
"What was it?" the strangers voice was deep whisper in her ear and full of authority. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end.
She met Darcy's black stare with her own wide, terrified eyes, before whispering, "an angel."
Author: tanyalazagna
Story: Fruit of the Dead
Flavor(s): Lemon Meringue Pie #8 Small
Topping(s): N/A
Extra(s): N/A
Rating: G
Summary: Sophie visits the underworld with some important news for the demon Lord Darcy.
Author's Notes: Over a month and a half since my last (first) post, I return with another piece! This one takes place in late September (over nine months after my last piece). As you can probably tell I have been watching too much Supernatural and it is starting to seep into my story... Also, I hope I can complete this Limited Edition Flavor by the end of the month...
The door shut silently behind them after they entered into what appeared to be a relatively modest study. An ornate desk and chair took up almost the entirety of the room with a small wooden chair opposite it in the exact center of the room. Of the rooms four walls, three of them were lined with bookshelves overstuffed with ancient books in a language Sophie could not read.
"We don't have long before Meir's curiosity gets the better of him," Darcy turned to her and raised an eyebrow as he gave her a quick once over, "What possessed you to come here dressed as a Night Mistress, today of all days. The demons out there are vultures just waiting to tear apart a little piece of meat like you."
Sophie pulled his borrowed velvet cloak more tightly around her, feeling suddenly small. Dressed in all black in skin tight leather leggings, caged heels and a mesh paneled corset that was more lingerie than an acceptable top, she looked like a woman straight out of a bondage movie. Her face flushed bright red and she wished for the third time that night that the thought to change had crossed her mind earlier.
"I was summoning…" she trailed off, staring at the floor in a refusal to meet his eyes.
"And why were you - a Huntress no less - summoning a demon when you have me?" he sat down in the oversized chair behind the desk.
"No offence, but I was summoning for someone more powerful than you," she stiffly lowered herself into the extremely small and uncomfortable chair opposite him, her back to the door.
"There are few demons more powerful than me, darling," he steepled his fingers and his eyes darkened. A moment later he blinked and they returned to their equally eerie amber colour.
She swallowed, seeing a veiled threat in his eyes.
"I was looking for a demon I could control," she muttered out suddenly overly interested in studying the floor at her feet.
Her expert eyes could pick out the faint grooves carved into the hardwood floor. The chair sat in the exact center of an intricate pentagram with a blood candle placed at each of the five points of the star. Even the chair on which she sat was carved with ancient spells written in a foreign language that tickled her memory. Had she been anything more than human, she would have been absolutely terrified. Why was there god letters in a demon lord's study?
"Darling Sophie," his sigh broke her train of thought as she quickly glanced up at him. Were those bags under his eyes? He looked more exhausted than she had ever seen him before combined. "Do you honestly think that I would damage my merchandise after five years of cultivating it? Only months from harvest date?"
While this argument was entirely logical, her mind refused to accept it. She remained stubbornly silent - her mind nagging away at her that something was not right.
"Well something must have gone wrong," he ran a hand through his hair as he slumped back in his seat, "otherwise you wouldn't have been daft enough to waltz right into the Underworld on Michaelmas."
It was a few moments before she could trust her voice to come out as more than a shaky whisper, "something else came through."
The door behind her clicked open suddenly, causing her to almost fall off her seat in surprise. Darcy stiffened in his seat, sending a blackened glare over Sophie's shoulder to the intruder. A feeling of pure, unadulterated power seemed to pulse between him and the trespasser who came to rest a firm grip on her shoulder
Sophie could feel the power seeping out from the stranger even before he came to a stop behind her and rested a strong grip on her shoulder.
"What was it?" the strangers voice was deep whisper in her ear and full of authority. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end.
She met Darcy's black stare with her own wide, terrified eyes, before whispering, "an angel."