Alastor POV~
Waking up from a dead sleep to the sounds of screams, from the tortured souls of the dead here in the circle of lust have already begun. Sitting up with only my galaxy blue satin sheets giving me coverage. Looking around my dimly candle lit room, the black with deep blue elegant room features I had grown accustomed to over the last millennium or so. With the raspberry and burgundy hues coming in from the outside flames. Sighing heavily I stood up allowing the sheets to fall, leaving me fully exposed as I stepped to look out one of the grand windows. My long silky black hair draped over my shoulders, with a few stray strands having fallen in my face. Taking in the usual sights and sounds of my home. Something was scratching at the back of my mind. Still groggy and hungover for the night before. I knew something was off, I just can't pinpoint what exactly.
Just as quick as I found a moment of peace, my bedroom doors were kicked clear off the hinges that held them. I jumped and dodged the chaotic debris that was flying in my direction. Wanting to avoid a death as a pincushion. Chunks of the doors smashing through the floor to ceiling windows. Grabbing the top sheet off my bed, trying to wrap my waist. Knowing exactly who would do such a chaotic wake up call. Then just as the last piece crashed to the dark hardwood floor. Looking over to the sound of crushing glass under boots. Anger is beginning to swell up in me. Growing frustrated with these destructive annoyances so early in my mornings.
A petite gray skinned girl came strolling in. With a toothy sharp grin on her face. "WELL WAKEY WAKEY YOU LAZY SON OF A BITCH!!" She shouted with enthusiasm, posing with her hands above her head.
"WHAT THE FUCK, Cozbi?!" I shouted back as I looked around and gestured to the mess the small devilish piranha made. "What was the point in kicking in my door?! Why wouldn't you just bloody knock?!" I continued yelling as I questioned her, clenching the sheet around my waist tighter. Feeling my knuckle turn white from lack of blood to them.
Cozbi grabbed her stomach as she let out a loud cackle from her belly. "Oh. Oh man. Alastor, you should really see your face right now." Completely ignoring my questions and anger. I still looked to her for some sort of answer. Unable to stop her incessant giggling as she wiped the tears from one of her voided eyes. "Any-who, I'm here because Her Majesty wants to see you." Cozbi playfully curtsied as she turned on her heel, still laughing. "AND PUT SOME DAMN CLOTHES ON YOU PERVERT!! No one wants to see that!" She shouted, still laughing, beginning to walk down the hallway.
Looking around once more while pulling my hair back out of his face. "You really fucking could've just knocked! You. Unholy. Insane. She-devil of a bitch fish!" I shout back, hearing a faint yet inaudible retort. Chuckling softly knowing I never get the last word with her. "The maids are going to kill her one of these days." I mumble to aloud to myself. Imagining her sassy clap back to my comment. Cozbi just strutting her stuff with all her eccentric flair.
Grabbing a few of the larger pieces of broken door up, I threw them to the side as I made way to my closet. I was in desperate need of something other then a sheet for cover. Once I caught my own foul stench, I went for a quick shower to refresh myself for the day. Not wanting to earn a lashing from her majesty. While in there a looming darkness grew around me. Weighing heavily on my mind as nothing felt right. Scolding waters tingled down my skin. Bringing at least a semblance of feeling to me. Enjoying this brief moment of silence. Ignoring the lump of worry in the pit of my stomach.
Coming back out to my room some thirty minutes later, wearing a half sleeved deep V black shirt that hugged my torso just right, tucked into the top of my deep blue denim jeans. Paired nicely leather work boots. Looking back at myself in a broken mirror making sure I was presentable. A couple of maids came in with questions in their eyes. "Cozbi felt the need to be extra violent this morning. Sorry for her destructive shenanigans." Placing a few bracelets on each wrist as I apologized for the mess. "Could you please have this place cleaned up." I politely asked to the triplets. As I walked by they each nodded, getting to work right away.
After a short walk through the castle. Passing by rooms of blood draining screams and torture, that mixed with moans of pleasure. The elegant purple pattern wallpaper matched well with the black panelling. Accented with the silver and black jeweled chandeliers, painted portraits of her Majesty, landscapes for all around hells circles, stone works and some used bodies on display on and along the walls. My mind wanders into an emptiness until I found myself outside the Queens royal office.
Taking a deep breath before pushing both doors open. Walking in with my back straight, chin up, and tail down. There she stood before me, her Majesty with her back turned. She spoke to other high ranking demons from within her territories. She stood above most at 6'2" and her skin is white as death. Cascading down her back practically white blonde hair slicked back with braids on the side of her head; to make room for her crown to sit. The black metal work accentuating her facial features nicely. Drawing attention to her almost glowing pink irises circles sitting in their pools of black. Wearing a long sleeved, skin tight, black sheer embroidered in all the right places royal gown. With its deep V-neckline at the front and opened back to her tailbone. She owned every room she stepped in. Commanding presence second to only that of our king. Demanding the upmost of all she ruled over. Queen of all evil, mother of demons, Lilith Belasco.
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