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leviathans-watching · 9 months

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chhw - 10

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The girl grinning at you is unlike anyone you’d ever seen. Dressed in a skirt that fell well above the ankle and quite a bit of décollage, she looks more like a lady of the night than a new member of the diplomacy program. She is utterly wonderful, you decide, shaking (shaking!) her hand.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you say, giving her a wide smile. “Welcome to the Devildom.”

“Thank you,” she murmurs, gazing at you with those peculiar eyes. “I’m excited to be here. You may call me Thirteen.”

“Thirteen,” you repeat, the name twisting on your tongue. This reaper is quite possibly the oddest creature you’ve met in your time in the Devildom, which is saying something. “Have you met the others? I believe Sir Solomon is present, as is Levi- I mean, Lord Leviathan, if you’d like to be introduced.”

“Oh, no need,” she replies, waving her hand. “Solomon and I are acquainted already.”

“I had no idea. Are you close?”

She snorts, a decidedly unladylike sound, and you love her even more. “Not at all. I quite dislike him, to be honest. He tried to poison me once.”

“Solomon did?” you gasp. “And why, may I ask?”

“I’m not sure.” Thirteen rolls her eyes. “I thought I was just coming over for dinner and yet when I arrived he tried to feed me something quite obviously inedible. It was horrible!”

“Oh,” you say, after a moment. “I’m afraid that’s just his regular cooking. He’s quite alright, aside from that. Even Lord Beelzebub can’t stand to eat the, erm, delicacies he prepares.”

Thirteen’s brow wrinkles at the mention of Beel, and you want to take back your words. You only hope she’s over the whole record incident and will continue to let his candle burn normally.

“I see,” she finally says. “Well, that’s a relief. I thought he was trying to take the cowards way out of our game.”

“Game?”

A vicious glint enters her eye. “Ah, yes. Solomon and I have a little thing going. If I beat him at a game or catch him in a trap, I get his soul.”

You doubt Solomon would ever enter a deal like that if he wasn’t confident in winning. “And how is that going for you?”

“I’ll get him one of these days,” Thirteen insists, stepping closer. “Why are you asking? Did he send you here to spy on me?”

“No, I didn’t even know you two knew one another,” you reply reasonably. “And please, Sir Solomon is more than capable of winning his own games. Plus,” you add after a moment, “I’m not that stupid, to get mixed up in all of the shenanigans that seem to surround him.”

“I guess,” she admits, scrutinizing you for another few seconds. “But if I find out you’re lying to me…”

“Yes, yes, my life will get cut short. Save the speech, I’m sure I’ve heard it all before.” You give her a little half-smile. “Should I take you to Prince Diavolo now? I’m sure you’re eager to get settled in. I believe he’s got a room prepared for you at Purgatory Hall.”

“And where is that?” she asks.

“Oh, it’s just down the street and to the left,” you reply. “Sir Solomon, Lord Simeon, and little Lord Luke all live there at the moment.”

Thirteen shudders. “I will not be staying there,” she says decisively. “I’d rather be out on the streets!”

“It won’t come to that,” you promise, resisting the urge to smile. “I’m sure the prince will be more than willing to set an alternative up. Come, I’ll lead you to him.”

“So,” a voice calls, and you look up from your work. “I heard you met our resident reaper.”

“That I did,” you reply, motioning for Solomon to sit. “She’s quite a character.”

“Yes,” Solomon agrees. “She is.”

“She mentioned you knew one another,” you say. “How ago was it you met?”

“Oh,” Solomon blows out a breath, thinking, “several hundred years at the very least. It’s been a long time.”

“I see,” you say, and it grows quiet.

“Are you jealous?” Solomon asks, breaking the silence, and you gape at him.

“Jealous? Whatever of?”

“Thirteen,” he says, as if it’s obvious. “I just thought that perhaps you’d be feeling a little threatened.”

You stare at him for a long moment before realizing he’s merely teasing.

“Well,” you say, looking down as if you’re embarrassed, “maybe a tiny bit.”

“Really?” Solomon asks, and you hit him in the shoulder.

“No, you buffoon. I think she’s perfectly nice and cannot wait to get to know her better. Jealous,” you repeat, laughing to yourself. “As if.”

“I was just making sure!” Solomon defends, holding up his hands, and you soften.

“I know, and thank you for that,” you say. “But if I felt threatened by the mere presence of another lady then I’d be the worst sort of insecure. I’m much better than that. Rather, I’m quite relieved. I look forward to getting a break from all of you and enjoying some time with her.”

“Argh, now I’m the jealous one!” Solomon says, and you laugh.

“Don't be. You’re a special one, Solomon, so no one can even come close.”

He raises his brows. “Is that a compliment?”

You shrug playfully. “Maybe.”

“Infuriating woman,” Solomon growls, but he’s smiling. And okay, yeah, maybe you’re smiling too.

(He doesn’t have to know it’s partly because you remembered that you and Thirteen are taking tea together later in the afternoon.)

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sunsage · 1 year

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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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chhw - 05

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cw: kidnapping, knife use, threats, ransom notes, etc. although it's all treated very non-seriously

“You’re making a grievous mistake,” you say, feeling at the knots around your wrist. Unfortunately, they are well done. You're sure you can still get free, it will just take longer than you wish.

“Quiet.” The demon finishes the knots on your ankles, pushing your legs away from him forcefully. “If you don’t do anything stupid, you won’t get hurt.” He stands then, brushing off his trousers. You take him in, committing every feature to memory. A low cap is pulled over his head, obscuring most of his face, but you can still see the smattering of freckles across his cheeks and the scar that pulls at the left corner of his lips, dragging them down slightly. He is dressed modestly - as to not attract any unwanted attention to him, you presume - with work clothes that looked well worn.

“That’s what they all say,” you snort, rolling your eyes. “‘Oh, you’re just a helpless girl, you should be easy enough to take care of. Just sit there and look pretty and it’ll all be over soon.’ Right.” You wish you could cross your arms to further illustrate your point, but again, your wrists are bound.

The demon looks at you strangely, and you roll your eyes. “What? Did you expect me to be scared?”

“Well,” he shifts, “kind of?”

Letting out a long-suffering sigh, you let your head fall back against the wood floor of the cart you’d been pushed into. “Well, I’m not, so we can skip the hysterics. Can you at least tell me what I’m here for? I know that the diplomatic exchange program may seem radical but actually-”

“What? No, I don’t care about that,” the demon says, waving his hand. “Rumor on the street is that the duke has a soft spot for you. By taking you, we’re setting ourselves up for insurmountable wealth.”

“You mean to ransom me?” you demand, and he nods. Well, that's surprising. You'd been thinking he wasn't a fan of the diplomacy program and intended to put a stop to it one way or another, yadda yadda yadda.

“Well, aren’t you a quick one? Yes, this is a ransom plot. Your disappearance will soon be noticed and we’ve left a note stating where to put the money and all of the other technical details where we took you from.”

“Can I at least know how much I’m worth?” you ask, and again, you get that strange look. “Fine, if not that, then how about where I’m going?”

The demon gives a little, self-satisfied chuckle. “There’s a camp in the woods. No one but us knows about it and it’s difficult to get to. Once you’re there, you’ll be impossible to find, even by magical means.”

So you have to get out before you get there , you surmise. “And if Duke Lucifer will not pay the ransom?”

“He will,” states the demon confidently. “And if he doesn’t, we’ll give him some… motivation.”

“That motivation doesn’t happen to be any of my small appendages, say fingers or toes, now does it?”

He smirks. “Not if he pays up.” Suddenly leaning forward, he looks down on you. You’re able to see his whole face now, and his eyes send shivers down your spine. It’s been a long time since you’d seen a gaze that cold and heartless.

“Let’s hope he does, then,” you manage, and he leans back against the bench, apparently satisfied.

By the way the cart’s bouncing, you can tell you’re still on a brick road, meaning you’re either in the city or just out of it. You should probably act fast.

“Do you have any specific plans for the money?” you ask, fumbling behind yourself at the knots. The foolish demon hadn’t bothered to search you, meaning you still had your dagger, and if you could just get your hands free, you knew you’d be good to go.

“Eh, this and that,” the demon replies flippantly. “We’d get out of the realm, first. The human realm seems like it’d be an easy place to set up in- how is it there? Perhaps you have some recommendations?”

“As if,” you snort. “But continue. New realm, new place, what then?”

As he speaks, you nod along though you’re focusing on the knots. You finally manage to tug on the right piece of rope and the whole thing unravels. You work hard to keep triumph off of your face as your fingers close around the hilt of your dagger. You don’t waste another moment, acting with viper-like speed as you sit up, freeing your ankles from their bindings. You brandish the sharp blade at him before he can speak, getting to your feet.

“You forget that demons are not the only frightening species,” you say, interrupting him mid-word. His eyes are cold, still, but with icy rage. You don’t let yourself be intimidated. “It was a mistake to kidnap me.” You move the dagger down until it is touching his still neck. You’ll admit, his composure is quite admirable.

“There’s no need to harm me,” he says, mouth barely moving. “Just go, and I won’t look for you again.”

“Hmm.” You look down your nose at him. “You were going to harm me, were you not? If you hadn’t gotten what you wanted?”

“I would have gotten it,” he says, surety in his tone. “It’s obvious to anyone that the duke cares deeply about you.”

You scoff. “The rumors are exaggerated. He sees me as an ally. Or a tool to further his own agenda with.”

“Keep telling yourself that, human,” the demon says. “Now go.”

“If I ever see you again,” you say threateningly. “Let’s just say, this isn’t the smallest weapon in my armory.” With that you push open the wooden door on the back of the cart, flinging yourself out. You roll, absorbing most of the impact, but the wind is still knocked from your lungs. Ignoring the stares from the workers and peasants around you - you’re pretty sure you’re in an industrial sector of the city - you put your dagger back into its sheath, and then into your pocket, watching to make sure the cart keeps going. Once it’s out of eyesight, you brush off your skirts, looking for any sort of shop or stand.

It takes a little bit of walking, but you manage to find a paper boy. “Excuse me,” you call, “can you tell me the quickest way back to the main street?” You’re fairly sure you’ll be able to find your way back once you’re there.

“Aye, miss,” the lad says, giving you clear instructions. You flip him a coin for his efforts and set about following his directions. To your surprise, you pop out into the main street fairly near to where you’d been taken from. The demon had said a note was left, so it was probably best to retrieve it as to avoid any future misunderstandings if someone were t have stumbled upon it.

Hastening towards the corner, you round it, stopping short in surprise. The duke, along with Lord Mammon, is already there, a piece of paper that must be the ransom note being shared between the two of them.

“I’m here!” you call, just as the note begins to crumple in the duke’s grasp. “I’m here.”

“Lady F/N,” Lord Mammon calls, rushing to you. “Are you alright? What happened?”

The duke, who’s not far behind Lord Mammon, grabs your arm, looking you over. “Is this some sort of practical joke?” he demands angrily, and you shake your head. Thankfully, there’s no one nearby so you feel able to speak freely.

“No, Your Grace. I was pushed into a cart when I was doing my shopping. I was only just now able to get away.”

Lord Mammon growls. “Those bastards! Are you harmed? How did you escape?”

“I’m perfectly fine,” you assure the both of them. “And this is hardly my first kidnapping. It was fairly easy for me to free myself. Sloppy work was done in securing me. Can you believe they didn’t bother to check my pockets?”

“They probably weren’t aware you had pockets,” Duke Lucifer says dryly. “And not your first kidnapping? Have you been taken in the Devildom before?”

“No, no,” you say quickly, “just in the human realm. They’re all long stories but I could tell them some other time if you do so desire. Anyway, I was just on my way back to collect the ransom note. What’s it say, anyway? The demon who restrained me was making some truly wild assertions.”

“Like what?” Lord Mammon asks, brow furrowing. You can’t help but chuckle, recalling his claims.

“Well, apparently the kidnapping wasn’t politically motivated, which was a relief. Those are such a nightmare to handle. He said that the duke cared for me,” you say lightly. “And that he’d be willing to pay the ransom because of that. How absurd!” You turn to the duke. “We’ve barely spent any time together, so I’m not sure where he got that idea from!”

Lost in your amusement, you miss the way the duke’s spine straightens, the dark look Lord Mammon sends his older brother.

“I’m glad that you’re alright,” Duke Lucifer says eventually. “And that you escaped. I hope you understand that we would have done everything in our power to retrieve you.”

You give him a funny look. “Of course I know that. It would reflect poorly on Prince Diavolo if a participant in his program was killed in the realm.”

“My Lady, that’s not-” Lord Mammon stops abruptly, making a pained noise. He leans down to rub the back of his calf, and you looked between him and the duke, confused.

“Lady F/N,” the duke says smoothly, “I think it’s best that we go to Demon Prince’s castle to explain what has happened. Any threat to your safety is a threat to the program, as you’ve said.”

“Oh, yes,” you agree quickly. “Shall we?”

The duke surprises you by holding out his arm. “Just in case,” he explains, seeing your confusion. “I would feel more comfortable having you by my side in the event that a new threat were to appear.”

“Of course.” Much to Lord Mammon’s obvious displeasure, you tuck your hand into Duke Lucifer’s arm. He moves closer to you and for a moment, you can’t help but wish that the rumors were true and he did care for you as people were saying.

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