A Soulless Collection

A Grecian Mess - MardLu

The King of the Underworld is lonely, something his well-meaning and obnoxious demons have decided to rectify. They introduce him to speed dating but that doesn't go well for anyone. It's not until he finds a beautiful woman picking roses in his secret garden that sends Mard on the very edge of his own sanity and lust.

Inspired by and dedicated to GemNika.

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"Still on the throne huh?" Jackal asked as he stood next to Silver at the edge of the large and bare throne room. The elder undead human just nodded while scratching his facial fuzz.

"He looks bored," Silver replied.

"Lonely, I think Mard needs someone," the jackal demon answered, his tail slowly waving back and forth.

Silver shrugged, "lonely, bored, it's pretty much the same kid."

Jackal didn't think so, he could be bored and lonely and both of them were annoying to someone who liked having a pack. He worried about Mard Geer, the most, the King of the Underworld always looked impassive but Jackal had known better. Call it his furry little intuition but the demon really needed a Queen, or at the very least a decent lay.

Mard Geer sat on his throne, his pointed chin in his hand and clutching the book in his lap, his eyes staring at nothing. It was kind of creepy how Mard could do that, but after a few decades Jackal got a little more used to it. He only tended to jump when...

"What are you two idiots blabbering about?" Mard asked, his deep voice echoing all over the mostly empty room.

Jackal jumped and Silver let out a harsh breath, the undead human stepped out from behind the column first. After a few steps, Silver looked back at him and motioned his head for Jackal to follow. The explosive demon looked down and flattened his ears as he begrudgingly followed, coming closer to the throne.

Before the dias the large grey stone throne sat on, Silver and Jackal kneeled. Neither of them bothering to look up at the demonic king. The air grew thick and Jackal heard the leather of the book's spine begin to creek. If Mard was tightening his grip, he was annoyed. Everyone know that an annoyed Mard was dangerous.

"Y-your highness," Jackal said forcing his mouth to open. "I think you need a Queen."

"This is what you think about instead of properly doing your jobs?" he asked.

Silver stood up and bowed, "pretty much. The Underworld runs smoothly for the most part. Souls come in, get judged and move on. The River Styx flows beautifully with the tortured and the demon tribes have been at peace since the whole coffee incident."

Jackal grinned, "the only problem we have is you. You have two modes, calm and scary or murder everything and scary. Think you need a third mode, getting some action and a little less scary."

Mard Geer raised a slim brow, "Jackal which mode do you think I am in right now?"

Jackal swallowed, "calm and scary."

"If you hit murder everything," Silver tacked on, "then he's right and you know it."

For the first time in a long time, Mard blinked and Jackal looked at Silver and back to Mard and back to Silver before they shrugged. So far, they were both in one piece, maybe Mard was feeling nice? As nice as King of the Underworld could be, which right now was as nice as he got.

"Explain, Silver and choose your words well," he replied and sat up a bit more on his throne. Both of his pale hands now held the book, it meant the next thirty seconds hinged on whatever Silver could say.