The Ruby Empire

Beist the Fae

Male Monster x Female Reader

You have been trying so hard for ages to get accepted into the Magic Commune. It's this village north of Rakshasa Country that is sealed off behind a wall of magic so thick it would take the best magic users in all the Empire years to tear it down. You had finally gotten accepted in after years of honing your skills and proving it to the proper authorities.

The letter you received alerted you that you were accepted in but for a thirty day probation period. For that time you would have a 'caretaker' a high up in the town who would watch over you and make sure you're suited for life in the village. That was a bit annoying but you went along with it. You were just so excited you had finally gotten in!

You arrive at the gates and show off your credentials to the fae there. They then send a message inside. A moment later, someone comes through the gate. It's another fae, this one looks like they belong in the Unseelie court, but they're smaller. Their features are sharp and fine and he looks like he is constantly swallowed by moonlight. His dark eyes turn to you and they look like actual gemstones in the sockets.

"You're the new one right?" He stretches his hand out, long elegant fingers wrap around your palm. "I'm Beist. I'll be your caretaker for these next thirty days."

"I was curious about that," you reply. "I'm very pleased to meet you and I'm excited to start my stay but why is a caretaker necessary."

Beist waves his hand and the gates open. He floats in and you follow behind him. "We have learned it is best to be wary. You may be all good intentions now but after awhile it could turn out to be a bad fit. We've had some cases in the past."

"I'm sorry to hear that," you try to walk beside Beist but he keeps flitting on ahead of you. You frown, trying to keep up as he leads you to the cottage the two of you will be sharing until your trial is up.

You notice that one of Beist's wings has a seam in it as if it has been sewn back together. His wings look like thin ice as it is, delicate and beautiful. You don't quite understand how he stays in the air like that. Although, judging from his sour expression you guessed it was spite keeping him afloat.

The cottage you're staying in is nice and cozy, much better than the mud shack you had been living in back home. Beist shows you to your room and you start to unpack, placing your things around the room.

"Don't get too comfy," Beist says.

You turn around and glare at him. "Is that a threat?"

"No, just a warning," Beist replies.

Your lip curls and you roll your eyes. "You seem so confident in your warning though."

"I've seen many a young hopeful come and go through this trial," he replies. "Overconfidence is a killer, remember that."

You shake your head and set up your few books you brought with you, happy to have the little tomes you did. You then sit down on the bed, looking around the small room. You still can't believe you're here! This has been your life's goal since you were little. Your mother had come from this village, she was making a pilgrimage when she met your father. When she got pregnant it was a choice between the village or her new family. She chose family. She was happy but you could always see a sadness in her like a heavy dark cloud. After she died it was your only goal to get here so you could honor her. You then take the small urn from your nightstand. Inside were your mother's ashes. In a way, you had brought her home too.

You think that you have time to relax for the moment. The trip was extremely long and during the last leg of it, you had to walk. Your feet hurt and your back was aching, you just wanted a moment to lie down and chill. That was not meant to be. As soon as you're comfy there is a knock on the door.