The Masquerade Of Black Death (UNDER RE-WRITING AND HEAVY EDITING)

Chapter Twelve

The actual wedding went quite smoothly, it's what happened after the ceremony that went wrong.
Ophelia had slept in Aurelian's bed, and was awoken as the sun rose by him creeping into the room. He was covered in blood with things in his hands. When she asked what happened, he said they're safe. His job is done. He can die happy now. She called him an idiot and he told her to go back to sleep. Which she did. He jumped in beside her and lay awake until she was ready to get up.
Iris came over to the attic, Aurelian said he'd come do her hair later on. He went to check on Claude-Laurence. Who was sat up downstairs in the living area. Clive stood beside him.
"Everything alright?" He asked.
"Yes." A feminine voice sniggered. "Go away. I'm sorting him out. He's wearing my suit after all." Del'Luna made herself visible around Clive, then remembered Aurelian was blind.
"Hungry?" Aurelian raised his brows.
"Clamming." Del'Luna winked. "What are you wearing?" She shouted as Aurelian brought some leftovers in.
"Whatever I have. Nothing too fancy, it'll kick off if Mrs Taylor is here and Monsieur Esclave."
"I'm sorry if my mother causes a scene." Claude-Laurence's voice was quiet, almost like he was shy. Aurelian knew that sound, the sound of death. Death is standing beside him watching, she's on the windowsill kicking her legs while he's watching them wondering what's taking so long. "Wait okay this is more important. Did you stick it to Abe Booker? I've been thinking about it all night?" Claude-Laurence chuckled.
"I did that and so much more. I pulled out every tooth he had, then I pulled out every hair on his body slowly. Then, then I broke every bone in his body, from his pinkie toe to his cheekbones. Then I ripped out his tongue while he was still alive, and scooped out his eyes with a old rusty spoon that smelt like shit. Also me and Eden may have done the devils deed in front of him before I did all that to him. Just to traumatised him."
"Just to traumatise him of course!" Claude-Laurence scoffed and rolled his eyes like an old woman at the bingo.
"I felt very satisfied. You can tell I'm proud of myself."
"I can say, I'm not disappointed. You need to tell me every mission you do from here on out."
"Brother, I'll sit here and tell you every mission I've done up to date. You can appreciate them." Aurelian nodded. He patted Claude-Laurence's hands. He did spend a long time going through each one in horrific detail. Many people had to leave due to the nightmarish descriptions.

Aurelian went upstairs, Ophelia was in her dress, she was just waiting for him to do her hair. She couldn't style it to save her life.
"You look beautiful." He smiled.
"Really?" Her eyes lit up.
"Lia, I'm blind." He paused a beat then sat on his bed. She pulled his stool between his legs and sat on it with everything equipped next to him. "I'm just imagining you, and you're more than beautiful, your mesmerising. What kind of hairstyle do you want?"
"Whatever you think. I trust you." She smiled. He leant in, his chin on her shoulder.
"You really shouldn't." His breath lingered a moment more than he meant it to, and it turned sinister. But he got to work and she instantly relaxed. In the end he let her soft waves turn into curls around his fingers while he braided some of her hair, pinning it to her head like a crown. Then with the rest, he tied it in a low ponytail, her fringe framing her face. With help, he placed the matching accessories along the side of her braided drown coming down above her ear.
Once he was done, Ophelia stood up.
"I bought you something to wear. I know you can't see it, but do you remember that second time we went to Mrs Granger's after I saw the dress?"
"Of course I do." He nodded. He looked when his door opened. The heavy footing he knew as Mrs Granger.
"Yesterday Lady Thompson asked if I still had the matching suit to this dress, since you were mesmerised by it. I stayed up last night to adapt it to your body. As a thank you for all those times you've protected my shop." Mrs Granger opened the big body bag she was holding, inside was a blush shirt with one long sleeve and one short sleeve, with grey suit pants.
"I'm sorry I can't see." He suddenly sat politely. His legs came together. His hands clasped on his knees.
"The blush shirt with the grey pants. Here." Mrs Granger walked over and let him feel it, Ophelia was bouncing up and down squeaking when she saw his mouth slowly open.
"I can't accept this ma'am." He held up his hand.
"You aren't, it's for our Lady Thompson." Aurelian glanced at where he heard the unicorn on crack burning a hole in his floor.
"Thank you, ma'am." He stood up and bowed his head deeply.
"Oh packet in!" Mrs Granger slapped him across the ear. "What are you a child? Just feed me well and be happy." She laughed, she placed the clothes on the bed and walked out.
"Ophelia Thompson you little minx." He kept his hand on the top.
Ophelia jumped on him, she began to giggle as they lay on the bed like they did growing up.
"You're all I have left now." She wore a rueful smile.