His Mate, Enchanting

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"Mistress, your brother requests an audience." A butler informed his mistress who sat in the darkness of her throne room.

"Did he say why?" The mistress asked as her violet eyes glowed light crimson in the darkness. Her butler knew that she already knew but was enjoying the scenario presented to her.

"He did not. But, he has brought a young demon with him."

The mistress smiled with amusement, her grin hidden in darkness. "Very well, bring them in."

The butler bowed sensing the amusement from his mistress. He left again and escorted their guests to the unlit throne room.

"What brings you to my domain, brother?" A melodic voice from the shadows asked cheerfully. It was alluring and enchanting; and the newly turned demon couldn't help but feel drawn to it. He studied the dark room filled with crimson velvet curtains, an empty throne, and windows with stained glass artwork of different flowers. Behind the throne: was a huge panel of stained glass depicting a black rose. He scanned the room which had unlit crystal chandeliers, drowned in darkness. He could not find the source of the voice.

"You know very well why I am here." His demon companion growled lowly to the owner of the voice, still hidden in the shadows. The young demon turned to see his companion's eyes flashing scarlet, showing his anger at the situation they were in.

A soft melodic laughter followed his companion's answer, showing them that the owner of the voice was amused.

"Indeed, I do." The voice answered, and the young demon tried again to look for the source. The voice seemed to be bouncing off the walls of the room.

"Then do something about it!" His companion demanded with anger clear in his voice.

The voice did not answer. The young demon heard the voice hum before he noticed a silhouette of a woman sitting on the throne.

"But, it will teach you not to play with your food, brother." The woman answered lightly with humor in her voice. The young demon tried to see her features, but she was cloaked in darkness.

"I have no times for games!" Said brother growled threateningly. "Fix this predicament, and punish the Sheathe of Lævateinn!"

"I don't think you are in a position to demand things from me, brother." The woman mused, amusement was still evident in her voice.

The young demon could only watch as his companion growled in annoyance. He had never seen him this way, and it intrigued him.

"It is your duty." His companion ground out through gritted teeth. His fangs elongating as his anger boiled inside of him.

"Hmmm... Very well then, brother." The woman mused snapping her fingers making the chandeliers light up. The young demon observed the grandiose scene that was hidden by the darkness. Rich velvet curtains of crimson and gold were draped over the marble columns of the room. He turned to study the woman who sat elegantly on the golden throne. She was easily the most beautiful woman he had seen.

She had long platinum blond hair, cascading in perfect curls, framing her delicate face. Her eyes, framed by thick dark lashes, were an alluring shade of violet that seemed depthless. And her lips were a rosy hue, quirked up into a smile.

"Hello, young Earl Phantomhive." The woman greeted the young demon standing near her agitated brother. "You've attracted quite a chaos in the mortal realm."