seraphic | owari no seraph

evanescent | crowley

(a/n: warning for mild sexual situations)
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"Slaves?" Crowley raised an eyebrow.

Ferid grinned. "Yes, slaves. Human slaves, in fact. I've dispatched some of my men to capture the ones with the most luscious blood. You can sate your bloodlust by directly drinking from them. I don't really care what you'd do to them."

Crowley narrowed his eyes, ludicrous. "Does Krul know about this?"

The Seventh Progenitor giggled like a schoolgirl. He flicked his gaze from left to right before leaning into Crowley's ear. "It's our little secret, so don't be too loud, Crowley," The white-haired vampire whispered.

Crowley's features contorted in disgust with the way Ferid's silver tongue curled the vowels of his name as he pushed away his superior. Ferid only laughed at his hostility.

"Come on, Crowley. We both know you'd like your own walking blood bag. It's much more convenient than waiting for new rations from the children we.... have under our care."

The word kidnapped remained unsaid in the stale air.

For a moment, he considered Ferid's offer. Crowley Eusford never cared —be it about the rules, or Ferid. He just didn't want to get on the pink-haired Third Progenitor's nerves, although Crowley did get enticed by the thrill of secretly defying Krul Tepes.

"Do I get to choose my own slave?" With a sigh, Crowley had caved.

Ferid smiled like a Cheshire cat and began striding off into one of the many rooms in Headquarters. Crowley followed suit.

The creaking of the wooden door scraped at Crowley's ears. The room was fairly dark, with the only illumination coming from the small candle at the far end of the room. It's so small that it seemed like it would burn out any minute.

The next thing his eyes fixated on were the people inside. They were chained and gagged. Some were passed out (at least he assumed they were passed out), and some were eyeing the vampire duo with fear in their eyes.

One of the fear-stricken ones caught Crowley's attention. It was a girl. If her sundress wasn't shredded and dirtied so badly, it would've been stunning. Her (h/c) hair was in a braid that had gone loose and her (e/c) orbs eyed at him with a terrified gaze.

"Aren't you going to come in, Crowley?" Ferid had snapped him out of his thoughts.

Realizing that he'd studied the girl he'd taken a slight interest in so intently when he hadn't even stepped inside the dark room made Crowley the slightest bit flustered. But he didn't want to step in there. It reeked of death!

"I want her," The brunette vampire just pointed at the girl with the tattered sundress.

Ferid smirked. "Ah, (Full Name), huh? She's from that Imperial Demon Army or whatever those measly humans call it. Lest said she was a feisty one."

Crowley shot him another ludicrous gaze. "You even keep tabs on the people you've kidnapped? You surprised me yet again, Ferid."

Ferid feigned offense by placing his hands over his chest. "You wound my feelings, Crowley. Kidnapped is such a strong word."

"Whatever. Just have her in my quarters this evening, alright?" Crowley began walking away. He could not wait to tell Horn and Chess about this.

"And you were so hesitant at first."

Crowley stopped in his tracks to turn around and wink at Ferid. "If it's blood we're talking about, no vampire can resist."

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