It has been days, weeks... Miranda never get to see the demon for more than an hour other than meal times. It seems, her charm has charmed every single one of soldiers in Millennium. She can easily do that when she's a human. Some time, she would see the demon hanging around the throne room with Major Then some other time, she would hear laughters of joy in the back yard where the huntress would tell her stories about her every battle. Millennium seems to be more lively and fill with live with her around.
She would sit across her during meal times, having to see her drink down the blood hungrily like she never tasted blood before. It seems demons do get very hungry often. Or do they devourer souls in order to be satisfied?
What it is like to have everyone fall heads over toes for just one demon? Can't be that exciting.
Received a kiss or two from the commander, a few cuddles from the huntress and lots of admiration from the grand professor. Emily is living up with her succubus life.
She wouldn't call this relationships, would she? The question lingers around her mind finally she bummed her head with hers.
"God dammit, Miranda." Emily giggled eyeing Miranda lovingly but shook the feeling after. All the papers and flies were scattered around the floor making a mess. She got down to her knees and carefully picked them up.
"Uh, sorry." Miranda too got down and help the demon in disguise to pick them up. She noticed how well Emily pulled it off with her regular vampire disguise and her well designed uniform of hers. "Where are you heading?" Finally finished picking her side of the papers and arranged them before handing back to Emily.
Emily shrugged, nodded in appreciation for her help. "Not sure. Just carrying out Major's work." Adjusting her glasses back to her nose from slipping further. "...I probably will be going out tonight."
Ah, yes. Being someone's else pet doesn't exactly means she can have her freedom. Her freedom is limit, though it never really did bothered Emily. Miranda eye Emily suspiciously, the attire that the secretary is wearing right not is so foreign to her. Then again, she has a thing or two for demons.
"Do you always have to wear such clothing when you're down there?" Miranda took this rare opportunity and asked her.
Another shrug. Emily never cared. "It's comfortable? This is how we, how I , seduce them." Then again, she doesn't really have that type of curvy body to begin with. "Anyway, it's nice talking to you, Miranda. I hope you have a pleasant day." She begin walking away from her.
Miranda turned around watching her as she leaves. "I love you..." She murmured unexpectedly.
Fortunately, Emily paused her walking but did not dared to turn to face her. "Ja, love you too." Then continued on without looking back.
Friends with benefits. Rip heard of this term, but never really experience it herself. She thought as she comfortably lay on Zorin's leather couch. She heard that the Millennium's secretary and S.S commander is in some sort of relationship. But she clearly pushes the thought when Zorin came walking back into her room with her scythe dragging across the carpet floor.
"Zorin..." The huntress lazily greeted, and was about to move but Zorin insist that she should just have the couch all to herself.
Zorin sat on her carpet floor, having her head comfortably on Rip's shoulders. "Long day, huh?"
"Ja, it seems ze manor grew even more quieter as zhose two becomes one of us. Rumors are beginning to float around." Rip reached out her gloved hand for Zorin to take.
Zorin reached her left hand upwards and took her gloved hands in hers gently.
This is something they do after working hours or just on a normal weekends day off.
"Vhat kind of rumors?" Zorin asked closing her eyes having to finally enjoy this peace and quiet without having to constantly nagging away with her own troops. They are like babies when it comes to training.
"About Emily und sir Miranda?" Rip whispered, not wanting to disturbed the peace.
Ah, that. Zorin slowly nodded. "Kids zhis days, I tell ya." Shaking her head bitterly. "Vell, as long as their relationship does not affect Miranda's training. It's not mein place to have vords."
Rip hummed, having her pair of beautiful eyes staring into the ceiling. Her finger tenderly rubbing it gently with Zorin's. "I don't get zhem. I hardly see zhem together in ze manor."
Zorin scoffed, opened her eyes and stared up the ceiling as well. "You do realise zhat zhey don't need to be together 24/7 just because zhey are in sort of weird relationship, Rip. I dont see you having your precious moments vith our dear Major." She teased Rip. She indeed have it hard to understand what is going on with the 'couples' of Millennium. It is so beneath her, that's why she has Rip to explain this to her.
"You do realise I rather enjoy zhis lovely moment vith you instead of vith ze Major~" Rip chuckles, having to gripped Zorin's hand firmly. "Ze Major can eat mein dust~"
"Oh, mein word. Ze huntress ist being feisty. I like it." Zorin rolled her eyes and chuckled. "Ja, I do really enjoy your company as vell, Rip. I vouldn't have it other vay."
" ich liebe dich~ Zorin." Rip finally bravely said.
"ich liebe dich auch, Rip." and thankfully Rip got her reply.
The two stayed like that for awhile until the dinner bell being rang.
The kitty cat stared at the computer screen as he calmly sat on Emily's lap. Turning his head to the demon as he saw the scene. "Ist zhis vhat you vant?"
Emily nodded, having her chin resting upon the cat's soft golden hair. "Ja, this is what I want. I'm glad that she's happy." Her eyes turned bright red having to go goggling over the screen with lust as she spot something of her liking.
"Vhere's ze major?"
"Shush..." Emily wrapped both of her slender arms around Schrödinger's shoulder shushing him gently not wanting him to interrupt her moment. "Oh, he's in a place... resting." Having to smirk darkly as her eyes glued upon the screen. Her cheeks flushed in the colour of the darkest red. She found her next target.
Poor Major.
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Millennium-Betrayal
عاطفيةThe secret Organization located in Germany. Within there hidden the screams of despair, victim's crying out for help and the rotten smell of pure thick blood. Romance is unlikely happening in the air. What will happened if Emily took a step further...