♫♪ sinful melodies ♪ Aug 21, 2011 20:38:16 GMT -5
Post by Roxilicious on Aug 21, 2011 20:38:16 GMT -5
A great shadow in the night, soaring high above the city, giving its riders the capability to see the awe-inspiring full breadth of Celestial City. Tiberius flew in silence, greatly reducing the already short distance between the market district and the Adamas District. Ah, the life of luxury, it was.
Tiberius landed in the immense courtyard of the Hawkings' great manor. He crushed a white-painted wooden table and its accompanying chairs in the process. Hadrian leaped off his demon brother's back, followed soon by Alessia.
"Such a good boy," the vampiric angel cooed, stroking Tiberius' head as he made a throaty sound of pleasure. "Wait here a moment!"
Her command was directly toward the semi-uncomfortable Tiberius in the semi-confined space as well as Cethin and Hadrian. In a few minutes, Alessia returned with a cow being lead out her massive, grand entryway by a rope around his neck. The cow fit just finely through the tall, wide doors.
At the sight of the cow, Tiberius began to salivate. His invisible eyes were shining happily as he knew this would be his treat. He watched with desire as his mistress lead the cow to its impending doom. "Just for you," he heard her say, but he wasn't really listening. Without waiting for her to remove the rope, Tiberius took the unknowing cow in his mouth by the back. It mooed helplessly and cried out in pain and fear, and the demon spread his wings wide and took off to the outskirts of the city where he typically resided.
"Now, let's go inside, shall we?" Alessia said to Cethin, inviting him into her house of grandeur. "Julian is in the family room as of current. He is eager to meet you."
The vampiress lead Cethin into her immense mansion, Hadrian leading the way. He took off immediately to his own room to sleep. The house itself looked bigger on the inside than it did from the outside, with high, towering ceilings and grand chandeliers illuminating the biggest of rooms.
The family room was very elegant, with scarlet-colored carpets and gold embellishments on the walls and fireplace. The walls were painted ivory, and the whole room was so bright one might assume it was still daylight out, if the tall, glass windows were not black with night. Julian Hawking sat in a scarlet velvet chair in one corner of the room with a book in his hand. A glass of Champagne was sitting on a table beside him. In another corner was a paid harpist playing a gold and silver harp. She strummed elegant music that could make one wonder how in the world Julian and Alessia Hawking could ever have such cold hearts.
"Julian," Alessia said as she entered the room. Her brother looked up from his book. He was wearing glasses, but he removed them when he saw his sister and her friend.
"Introducing Cethin Steele, mysterious wanderer of the world!"
The eldest Hawking son stood from his chair after placing the book on his side table. He grabbed his glass of sparkling wine, walked over to the ghost and vampire, and said, "Pleasure to make your acquaintance." He did not offer a handshake and instead looked at Cethin with mysteriously unreadable, green eyes.