36 The Secrets of Kars Part 1 (1/2)
Meanwhile, as Kilian's cock wreaked blissful havoc in Lena's cunt, Jezebel sat on top of the Tower of Divine Decadence, with a red cloud of gas swirling before her. In that cloud, the face of a dark-purple fehl daemon with short black hair, three pairs of ram horns, and a red sigil similar to Jezebel's—appeared.
As tyrannical as bewildering, his eyes stared into Jezebel's with unconcealed annoyance.
”Why did you accept this assignment?” Mazdan, Jezebel's elder half brother, asked in a prying tone. Back in the Fehl Plane, long before Kilian's appearance, Ashera had launched a terrible war to encroach on a rival's territory. Thus, for more than eleven months, Mazdan had been leading her armies. Only after seizing the designated areas did he return to Ashera's court.
The news awaiting there didn't please him.
”Your words imply that I was given a choice. I wasn't,” Jezebel's replied in a calm tone while her lips curved into a gentle smile. However, her words brought Mazdan no satisfaction. Worse, his face contorted into a frown.
”Utter rubbish. When has mother ever truly went against your will? If you stood intent on resisting this nonsense, she would have found a way to set you free. Instead, here you are, playing secretary for a mortal.” He countered. Of Ashera's children, for more reasons than one, Jezebel was her favorite.
Though the youngest, Ashera doted on and indulged her the most. And indeed, Jezebel didn't doubt that if she chose to resist the task, she would now stand far, far away. However, she didn't. Why should she?
”Or perhaps I just like it here. Why do you care, brother?” Jezebel inquired with her head tilted on the left, and her tone unchanged. But once again, her words deepened the Fehl Prince's dissatisfaction.
”Is that so? Could it be that you're pining for your charge? If that's the case, I shouldn't be worried. We saw how that ended 140 years ago,” Mazdan stated in a tone laced with irony.
At first, as she straightened her head to face her brother's hessonite hues, the words seemed to have no effect on Jezebel.
”Mazdan, I like you, but,” she began, but as her words reached that point, she tilted her head on the right, her smile and gentle eyes vanished, replaced by a soul-piercing glare able to make battle-hardened veterans quiver on their knees.
”Don't get on my nerve, you nosy little bitch,” the words flew from Jezebel's lips like sharp blades eager to tear the listener's ears to shreds. But barely had they left her lips that Jezebel waved her hand, causing the red cloud to vanish in red particles.
”If like you everyone measured likes and dislikes in power and standing, would butchers still have wives? Nonsensical.” With those words, Jezebel stood up and cast her gaze far beyond Ostria, sweeping Orloth's 1.2 million square kilometers to land on a distant city: Kars!
Jezebel stepped forward, turning into a crimson beam of light that shafted into the night sky, and vanished within. Nine seconds afterward, she landed in Kars' ducal palace, right before Klaus' chambers.
Dematerializing her presence, Jezebel flew through the walls, like a ghost of folklores, and landed in Klaus' chambers.
There, the Duke of Kars sat across a table, reading with a palm-sized ball of magical light instead of the room's night light. But as soon as Jezebel appeared in the room, a cold breeze blew within, and the ball collapsed in light particles.
Unalarmed, Klaus snapped his fingers, making a larger ball of light appear in his hand. But instead of dazzling the room, it only allowed him to catch a brief glance of the new entrant. In that instant, Klaus firmly believed that he glimpsed at beauty in its purest form.
Eager to capture it, he reached for a brush, but before his hand wrapped around one, a foreign force locked his arm, preventing him from moving a muscle.
”Unnecessary move, I am immortal. Even without your brush, my beauty would outlast eternity.” The cold, authoritative voice of a young woman echoed within the room. Lilac colored flames burst from her form, brightening the room at last. Drawn by the focal point of light, Klaus' blue eyes shifted back onto Jezebel, and his lips curled into a smile.
”To what do I owe this visit?” He calmly asked, unfazed by the sordid predicament he obviously faced.
”Someone I know makes you a focal point. The desire to drag you into inferno festers in his bowels, awaiting the time of outburst. His soul screams for vengeance even while he sleeps at night,” Jezebel began as she took leisurely steps toward Klaus. The heat and pressure in the room skyrocketed, making sweat drench Klaus' forehead. Yet, he remained poised and unmoving.
”Kilian?” He inquired, though already 90% certain of the truth.