Keys of Ivory

Chapter One

Keys of Ivory

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Gilbert sauntered in with his shoulders squared. "I bought a fucking cathedral." He grinned, quite impressed with himself.

The rest of his family could do whatever the hell they wanted with their money but Gilbert; he bought public monuments. You could say he was really goddamn selfish but the only thing the German acknowledged about himself was that he was motherfucking awesome.

"This place needed the pleasant grace of my presence." He had explained to the people who thought this was a terrible idea.

It is beautiful.

He thought as he brushed his hand along one of the enormous pillars that held up the ancient structure.

"And its all mine." He snarled with a grin.

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Gilbert threw a party. In a 800 year old cathedral. Crazy bastard.

People got hammered. Like, seriously hammered. It was supposed to be a small party - which in Gil's book was about 80 people. But everyone decided to bring a +1 or a +2 and even a +3 in some cases. It would have been a big problem if Gilbert had actually given a shit.

But we all know Gil.

The next day, passed out partygoers finally went home around 1 PM, leaving the mess for the German to clean up. Clean he did - very slowly, mind you. He got it done though and that's what mattered in the end.

Now, he sat in there alone in one of the back pews with a beer in his hand. He looked around the place with a small smile. He was proud of the place. It was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.

Gilbert was about to curse and go do something to make some noise and disrupt the eerie silence but suddenly the loud, deep, beautiful groan of the old pipe organ filled the building - which had amazing acoustics.

The music bounded off the walls, cramming into the German's ears. He had jumped when the music started, goosebumps forming on his skin.

"What the fuck?" He spat, scared and curious and rather angry that someone had stayed behi-

Never mind.

No one invited to the party could have enough brain capacity to play a fucking organ. No way.

He stood up and quickly made his way over to the marble pillared, spiral staircase that lead to the door to the organ player's space. He cautiously took a step back as the song took a sharp turn, notes now loud and alarming as if telling him to stay away.

He grunted. "You're being stupid. This is a dream or someone smart actually got into the building."

The German stormed up the staircase and tried to throw open the door but it was locked.

There isn't even a fucking lock on the door.

He rammed it with his shoulder and shouted but the beautifully composed organ music drowned him out dramatically. The organ did consist of 75 pipes, mind you.

"You fucking... little shit! Let me in there!" He banged on the door but the song went on, deep and loud and alarmingly fitting to the situation.

Finally, it came to a halt. Gilbert grit his teeth and backed up to go ram the door again but as he charged forward, he flew open and the German slammed into the wall instead. He shouted in pain and then cursed as he stood up again.

"You have the nerve to j-"

He was talking to no one.

"Huh?" He scratched the back of his neck and looked all around frantically, angrily. There wasn't much room to hide so Gilbert ruled out the thought of the intruder hiding in this tiny room.

Little did he know that someone was furious at the male's lack of care for the place. And was certainly inappreciative of his throwing party.

What a detestable man.

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To be continued...