Vicious Saints [18+]

007: Art Deco

|Azarov Iatova|

The brain functions twenty four hours a day, even during sleep. Many assume that those precious hours of closing your eyes ideally means your brain takes a break. Entirely false, the brain never takes a break. Relaxation escaped my mind, those precious five hours that I halted all movements didn't do much to hinder the mind. It is known as my routine created many years ago, sleep is a healthy component necessary for human functioning. I couldn't quite remember the last time I was blessed with the fall eight hours of sleep. Surely when Cora was a baby, she slept in my bed. Her chubby feet would often end up on my face and somehow during the night she would end up entirely on my face, with drool escaping her parted lips.

I found my baby entirely enduring and the reason I smiled in morning, Corvina brightened my life in ways she could never imagine. The reason behind her sleeping with me was due to the constant crying, which I couldn't bear to hear and the attachment I have with leaving her away from me.

Prior to my princess being born, fear wasn't part of my emotions; he made sure of that. However the thought of Corvina being kidnapped; that's the first time terror started to lick my bones. I couldn't fathom the image of my baby being taken away from me. When Corvina turned three, I insisted on having her stay over at Diavolo's home due to the fact that watching my baby play by herself broke my heart. At Diavolo's home, she had the companion of Ziana and the attention of the rest of the family.

The stretched limo arrived at my house and I didn't feel any sort of comfort of being back. The beige walls coated the outer layer of the mansion, tinted windows for security measures and the silver rails against the balcony brought back dreadful memories I choose to ignore. A lovely breeze caressed my skin with a scent of peaches that I found oddly familiar, that's when I noticed Alysanne standing next to me with sparkles in her honey comb eyes.

"It's so elegant," she the breathlessly stated,
studying the vast detail of the entrance. The intricate detall on the dark chocolate doors that formed spears.

I couldn't quite grasp her fascination. She looks like a Lana del Rey song.

Placing my hand against the hidden scanner, the blue flash scanned my entire hand before turning green, allowing the doors to open automatically. The familiar snow coloured interior blinding my visions. Most would seek comfort in their residents; I wasn't one of those people. This wasn't a home, this is a house that had nothing of love forged in its walls compared to others.

Jaevry stood next to Alysanne as I extended my arm inside, allowing them to enter first. Jaevry allowed Alysanne to enter first before he followed, while I closed the doors. The silence latches onto your soul, purely affecting your state of mind in monstrous ways, Alysanne continued to analyse the chiffon coloured interior; plain and simple. There wasn't much eye catching about the house, twin staircases on either side as we entered the hallway.

Simply bringing back the memories of the pink gates I installed on each side due to the fact that when Corvina started to crawl, I had to baby proof the house to ensure her safety since my baby always insisted on exploring places she has already seen, probably the most stressful time of when she was a baby.
The fluorescent lights coated our skin as I led them further into the house, sounds of Alysanne's heeled boots clicking against the frost marble tiled that had sky coloured veins lightly traced on each tile.

An echo erupted with each step, further indulging in the familiar fragrant vanilla tantalizing my senses. However it wasn't as intense, if we would compare it to the sweet, sugary fragrance imbedded in Alysanne's porcelain skin.

Unlike Diavolo, most of my men didn't reside within this house. Having the constant attention of a vast crowd is unnecessary and I am not the friendliest of people to work under. There is a certain charisma most leaders posses, Diavolo has that factor which allows more men to gravitate towards his side of the business. Whilst I do not, therefore a significant amount of distance is necessary for my functioning.