Book 2: Seven Demon's Hearts

Episode 17: Weakness

Episode 17: W e a k n e s s

V stepped foot into the spacious hall, glancing around the golden decor on the walls and the embroidered pattern on the columns holding up the high ceiling. He walked over to the center and stopped, staring at the golden door ahead of him.

"Seriously..." he mumbled, twisted open the doorknob and walked into another room. This one was less spacious but certainly didn't fail to impress.

With an Arabian twist, purple cushions littered the floors and half-naked demon servants hustled around carrying golden tea sets and fruits on golden platters.

"Oh," one of them took notice of V and gasped loudly, alerting the rest. "My Lord!" They all followed in unison and bowed down to the ground.

Unbothered, V continued to scan the room until he saw the back of his head. Sitting on a large cushion, the man was smoking a pipe and fogging up the air around him. Besides the man were two naked women napping on either side of his lap.

"Chansol," V spoke up, walking past the prostrating servants. The man's shoulders jumped up at the sound of his name.

"Well, well. If it isn't the king of hell!" He got up, startling the sleeping women awake, and dramatically bending over to him a neat bow.

"I see that you still haven't gotten over your weird obsessions." V walked over, glancing down at the empty cushion in front of Chansol.

"Shall I make accommodations? Would you like to sit on a throne instead of a cushion, my lord?" He sheepishly grinned, blowing out smoke from the pipe. V rolled his eyes and sat without protest, silently observing the cat-eyed man with awe.

"It's atrocious." V finally spoke up with a scoff.

"What is, my lord?" The man held a small smirk, puffing out more smoke.

"The way you choose to present yourself. You're as old as my Father and yet you look no older than my youngest brother."

"My! My! Choosing not to look like an old fart is a personal choice now, wouldn't you agree? Well, I'm sure when you're as old as me you'll understand." He ran a hand down the long length of his servant's sleek black hair and blew her a small kiss, in which we returned.

"I won't. I assure you." V scowled at their open and shameless flirting. 

"So, did you come to criticize my exquisite taste in life or..." his green eyes peered up at V as his pointy ears twitched curiously.

"I wish I had the time to, but unfortunately I didn't travel to another dimension to do that. Besides, why would I waste my time on something so unpleasant." V sarcastically replied.

"How sad. Either way, I am surprised that you've managed to find me."

"Who knew that you'd annoyingly place a portal inside of your book."

"Genius, isn't it?"

A shy maid quickly rushed over to V and brought him a pipe with a plate of apples and grapes. V glared at her, but she seemed too infatuated with his aura to notice how unpleased he was. The two maids whispered and blushed before they grabbed her back and ran off together.

"Like any of then? Want me to give you one?"

"Enough, Chansol." V grew serious. The guy shrugged and popped a grape into his mouth.

"Ah, always so serious, isn't he?" One of his servants playfully held the vine above to his lips, making him fish for more.

"I want to know how someone can come back from limbo."