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The moon sat atop the high tower. The yearly lunar eclipse was set to happen in the sky today; it was warmer than usual, but he paid no attention to it. He was clearing up his workspace and reviewing the notes he had taken earlier in the day by the time the sun started to approach the moon. He was careful in fixing any mistakes while reading, and using a quill pen he struck through any incorrect words.
Auburn was forecasting this date since last week, he deemed it as the greatest opportunity of his life. If his calculations aren’t flawed, once the sun covers the moon it wouldn’t only provide a lovely and unique sight for mortals on Earth to experience, but it’ll reveal to him an answer hidden between the clouds. The ability to finally understand what was "beyond the stars and space-time.”
Beyond death and rebirth.
Beyond retribution and redemption.
Oh! Sweet and wonderful voice who whispers his name from the heaven’s gates… That sweet and young voice, with sorrowful giggles and happy cries… Sweet voice that mesmerizes the astrologer's ears, fills him with memories from which he becomes devoted to only those memories… Only devoted to her. His goddess.
With such enthusiastic diligence, Auburn Duval listened to her voice.
Brother.
Auburn turned his sight to the air, admiring the dim light of the heavenly objects. The astrologer raised his hand and closed his pupils, as if he were sensing something... or rather connecting with someone.
He senses her across the study room: his deceased sister.
Enid.
My blessing. My curse.
My tranquility. My anguish.
My hellfire.
The day she died was a scorching summer day with heavy rain. There was a strong chlorine odor, but he also noticed a faint smell of sulfur mixed with smoke throughout the whole area. Raindrops fell from his damp garments to the ground, and his boots squealed with each heavy stride into the soil. His entire spine vibrated with his stiff muscles, and the contact of his leather boots with the floor was painful.
He recalls that day with great despair. Enid had gone out to get that plant with extraordinary healing properties, which would let her learn more about the world's hidden wonders and make him proud as an older brother.
He was hoping to see the same beautiful and compassionate face of his beloved sister. The smile that often brightened his gloomy days and brought him comfort to his very tormented mind. The owner of his dreams… The sole person that kept his fragile sanity intact.
Unfortunately, fate and death stripped away his bright future and his youth. They extinguished his sister's flame of life and snuffed it out until the smoke spread across the starry sky, making her one with the stars.
On the muddy ground, the body of his beloved sister laid stiff, the only family he had left, dead, cold, and inert.
Why did he let her go?
Why did he leave her alone?
Why did he show her those books? Where’d he gone wrong?
He should have accompanied her. He should have cared more for her. He could have… He should have…
"N-No..." his broken voice choked a cry, as he approached and knelt before the woman's stiff body.
He took Enid’s frame in his arms and held her tightly as if she were his own baby. The hug was so strong as if he wanted to merge with her to become only one person, he wanted to keep her body warm and safe... So much that he wanted to be dead at this moment.
Eventually, that day, he felt the most deceased person ever alive. Something inside stabbed him with a sharp knife filled with guilt.
"No, no, no, no," Auburn repeated several times as he shook her body, wanting to wake her up. “Sister... My sister…”
Who else will walk me home now? Who else will soothe all of my tormented nights and drive away my nightmares?
My sun is gone.
He shook her shoulders several times, still moving her in order to provoke some sort of reaction. He brought his hands up to her face and cupped one of her cheeks to caress it. With his thumb, he gave her faint and sweet caresses as he always did, but there was no response from Enid’s side. Auburn’s heart pounded with dread, starting to lose his sanity as the time spent hugging her passed by.
He focused solely on her expression, staring at Enid’s body with horror. Her lips were sealed in a thin, straight line, but her eyes were open, giving a look at him with a lifeless stare.
Where there was once a glow on her beautiful emeralds, all that was left was a disappointed look on those lively eyes.
That moment he knew that her star was set to ablaze.
His goddess has vanished.
No more light or that loving face he loved. She no longer existed in his life. Her life ran out of fuel, perishing and fading just like a star, her death turned his cosmos into a black hole that consumed all of his former bliss.
Enid only left him an emptiness… And a feeling of…
The astrologer opened his eyes again and sighed, sensing his trance coming to an end. He lowered his hand and rubbed his temples, shaking slightly from the sudden trepidation he felt from reliving those haunting memories. He attempted to compose himself up, but the scent of wrath lingered in his nostrils still.
Auburn felt a strong sense of evil approaching his door, which disrupted his stressed mental state. It was a menacing presence of mystery. It made his throat itching, similar to how it feels when the devil is preying on you, craving for you. As the night's darkness enters into the corners of his being, his heart filled with even more dread and almost caused him to burst into panic.
His reality was in danger of being entirely consumed by this presence.
After three seconds, he twisted his head around to take a look at his surroundings. The unusual tranquility caused him to sigh. He was already aware that everything surrounding the place was negative, he couldn’t tell if the echoes were caused by his own imagination or if it was the spirits who were already tormenting every floor of the Black Storm Tower. After all, this was a jail that housed the most vile and violent criminals, sentencing them with the most crude death penalty or leaving them to perish in the dungeons out of of old age. It was clear that some of these spirits would never find their needed peace and would be left wandering in the realm of the living.
Perhaps that was the reason why he chose this tower in particular as headquarters. Auburn never found peace, not even after perfecting his way of healing the soul from grief, he felt despair tearing apart his entire being every second of his life. The only way he soothes this pain is by being alone on the top level of this cursed skyscraper, hoping that his despair would reach any celestial being who is kind enough to bring his sister back.
"Who's there?" he said, his own voice rebounding from the four walls of the observatory.
There was no response. Auburn frowned again and he took a step closer. He was not in the mood to play games today.
“Show yourself!” he yelled in a more intimidating tone.
The mysterious person finally emerged from the shadows. The astrologer's eyes widened with stupor when he saw the man in front of him. He had black hair with a pure white stripe in the middle of it and was dressed in a graphite-black suit, these were the standout elements of his look, but Auburn looked at the golden brooch he wore on the side of his chest. Auburn began to realize that this was part of the dress code from one of the most powerful families of the Nine Families.
His blue orbs then locked on his face. The man had a kind yet vicious smile, his face seemed soft and showed vast serenity but also... Complicity? He couldn't recall it, but he was convinced that this unexpected trespasser was up to something.
Well-shaped, unwrinkled brows and long black eyelashes. What truly attracted his attention was the man's sapphire eyes, which were as deep as the Milky Way and beyond comprehension as the cosmos itself. If he could count all the protons in every atom of his eyes, he'd conclude that this person's soul was composed of solid steel, considering how proud he appeared in his position: he’s probably nihilistic.
Auburn dropped his sight even further. He concentrated on his nose. He possesses a beautifully formed nose bridge. His upper and lower lips are on another level of human, they are thin and delicate.
Ethereal. That’s the word.
A sinful ethereal.
How could a beauty amid the dim light of the stars and moonlight cause so much tragedy in his life?
This person was so beautiful that he didn't seem terrifying at first glance. However, Auburn Duval never makes a mistake, especially when it comes to cranial evaluations so this person has to be...
The cane eventually hit the ground, producing an alarming tapping sound. It briefly jolted him out of his trance and disrupted his thoughts.
Perhaps the main temptation in this world was not the typical sins of stealing and killing, but rather the fatal beauty that others wore.
"The heavenly bodies have aligned tonight to form an eclipse for us to witness, Sir Duval," said the man standing in front of him, he had an invitation on hand. "Pardon me for my interruption, but I just couldn't resist entering such a fascinating tower."
Auburn lowered his dissatisfied gaze, he raised his brow a bit, and took a more quiet stance towards the younger man in front of him, faking kindness and respect. The astrologer cleared his throat and smiled politely at the individual he described as an enemy.
"This is private property," Auburn said in a cold and soft voice.
“There was no such sign that said so when I entered.”
“You shall leave now or I’m calling the police on you.”
The man broke into laughter. Walking towards him, he stopped and elevated his head due to the minimal height difference. He would not deny it, he was tall enough to reach his nose but Duval was a few inches higher than him.
He returned his sight to the man, focusing on his sharp, sapphire eyes. They were fierce but charming, with a lovely stare that radiated flirty and inspiring elegance. Auburn wondered why this man seemed so familiar to him. The jet-black hair, with the white line in the middle, appeared extremely familiar. He'd seen him before, but the response was on the tip of his tongue.
Fortunately, the unknown trespasser addressed all of this.
"I notice that my identity has not been acknowledged and has been mistaken by a commoner, ah... What a shame, I really admired you as a teacher," he exhaled disappointed. "My name is Désire Mélodis. I am the Count of the Mélodis Family."
Mélodis Family is the strongest family of the Nine Families.
Auburn heard a little about them because of his father, he warned him to not fall for any of their tricks as they were destined to devour everything that crossed their path, he didn’t want his son’s life to end up like the other families: being only a puppet for them.
Mélodis, of course he has heard that name. Of course… Of course!
All the blame for his sister’s death was upon them.
Mélodis was going to be his next victim. He had to be his next victim.
A torrent of emotions struck him that attempted to destroy his reserved, indifferent façade. Feelings that made his insides twist with rage and resentment, with dread and despair. In his thoughts he just wants to take this man’s life here and now, ask him as he sees him bleeding on the floor: Why did you murder an innocent girl? Why did you take her away from me?
Why? Why? Why are you a Mélodis?
His tarot cards were correct. Today, he would meet a new entity that would hand him a ribbon-adorned curse expecting that he would fall for it and take it as a gift.
The devil himself was standing in front of him.
In combination with today's eclipse... This was a prediction with a terrible outcome.
But Auburn saw an opportunity. A path and an obstacle at the same time.
If he were to remove D.M from this life, could he finally be granted peace? Could he provide retribution to the corpses that the Mélodis Family carries on their back? The more he considered it, the more he favored the idea of it. It was exciting! Refreshing! To act as the executioner and astrological judge who determines his fate, to stain his hands with a sinner's blood and deliver it to his beloved sister as a gift of his everlasting affection.
"You walked away from a renowned status for unknown causes, Mr. Duval. I'm curious to know what happened back then," D.M commented. "Perhaps an affair with a student ruined you? Or some type of illness? Although you look so young and healthy."
Duval's brows stayed fixed, though they did frown briefly in response to the inappropriate questions, but he was determined to maintain the same indifferent demeanor. Unwilling to give the Earl what he was asking.
"Sometimes you just need to know when to step away," Auburn Duval responded with a brief shrug. "People work—or rather, they thrive for grandeur and prestige. Once they achieve it there’s nothing else to do, no other ladder to climb. Hence, that’s why I quit my job to devote myself to the stars."
“Was your job boring?” D.M looked impressed. "Or something happened back then that made you quit your job?"
There was a momentary silence in the air. It was an unsettling and hefty one. The astrologer frowned briefly but considerably.
His blue orbs gleamed with the intensity of a pair of stars, his eyes were like two deep pools of starlight and icy river; they viewed him with such disdain and vanity that they could possibly get D.M ill.
"Your unique interest in my private life is remarkable, Mr. Mélodis. Is there anything in particular you'd like to obtain from me?"
“I just came here to meet the person behind the Cranial Divination method, as I am unable to succumb to sleep at times,” D.M said.
“The Auburn Duval you thought you’d meet is dead then,” he said coldly as he sat on his desk. “Speak your truth, now. I don’t believe that you only came because of my study.”
D.M chuckled. Auburn Duval narrowed his cold eyes and he looked at him with caution. Why is this man so obsessed with studying even the tiniest detail of a person? D.M seems to enjoy paying great attention to things, but it seems like his favorite hobby is stalking people until he gets bored. Operating in the shadows was useful; it must be one of his favorite and most secure spot to hide from any danger, suspicion, or threat after all.
If D.M was honest about his deepest feelings and desires, one may conclude that he was hiding something. He didn't want to reveal the terrible truth just yet.
“Those people in the council weren’t lying about you having the wisdom of a fool,” D.M spoke, exaggerating his words, Auburn could only roll his eyes and cross his arms.
“What a pleasure to be titled like that,” he said sarcastically.
“Since you insist so much, I’ll go straight to the point,” D.M flicked the letter he had on his hand and started to speak. “I was drawn by the rumors of a killer on the loose who calls themselves the ‘Star Sacrificer'. They have been taking the lives of many of my people."
"And you came here to ask me if I know anything about it?" Auburn raised an eyebrow.
"Of course not, dear.”
Looking at Duval, who was seated on his desk, D.M lifted his cane and placed it on his chin, forcing his head up. Duval caught his breath and gritted his teeth entirely, crushing lips together. A wave of fury sank into his skin, revealing the numb nerves and veins in his neck.
Auburn Duval's chest clenched with indifference as he continued to use the same strategy as before: portraying a vague solemnity on his face to show D.M that he wasn't afraid of him.
But it didn't last long. D.M opened his mouth, and Auburn Duval’s mask of apathy slid off his face.
"I know that you are the Star Sacrificer, Lord Duval," those were his exact words. “Every family of the Nine Families has fallen victim to your blade. Are you proud of yourself now?”
Duval sat up straight in his seat, keeping his frigid and aloof behavior. The room was filled with a strange, passive-aggressive stillness. Fuck! He was more clever than he thought, his title as the head of the Mélodis Family was well-deserving and admirable. But he couldn't help but be disgusted with him as he refused to succumb to D.M’s blatant inspection. He should be the one gazing down on others, his piercing yet compassionate glance assessing and giving rise to a warped sense of fake, pure benevolence.
D.M is aware of this, but deception isn’t so difficult to discern.
The monocle surely shone alongside his cold, ruthless blue eyes. He ignored the seriousness and weight of his words and attempted a serene grin.
Tango requires two people to perform but it takes one to dominate the art of it.
“Such a blatant slander you’re putting on someone you don’t know,” he replied, ironically. "May you excuse me but if you’re going to be here just to accuse me, then I’ll ask you to leave now.”
“There’s no need to pretend as lies don’t sit well with me,” He took the cane off his chin and replaced it with his own hand. The five tiny, maidenly fingers were tucked beneath his chin and around his cheeks. “We both know very well what you’ve done.”
“Lying? Who's lying?” Auburn Duval laughed cold and sweet. “You’re the one swallowing every false rumor you hear, Count Mélodis. Maybe you should start not believing any gossip.”
“And maybe you should start not believing any of your delusions first, Mr. Duval,” D.M responded in the same form as him.
Duval groaned and scowled, lifting his neck as he felt the fingers still on his cheekbones raise his jaw, digging his nails into his mouth seams and forcing him to keep his gaze fixed on him. If D.M had the opportunity to hurt him right now, Duval was set to defend himself. Under his shirtsleeve hid a tiny, sharp blade capable of penetrating the chest of anyone who dared to challenge his physical integrity. Delicate, yet dangerous, such dagger is a blessed gift; a goodbye memento of his beloved friend, 367. A blade he truly cherished with all his life, as such a treasured gift is the sole proof of his presence; a remembrance of their friendship beyond time and space.
The weapon descended slowly until it hit with his palm as he twisted his wrist gently and softly. He quietly clutched it and tucked it in the tip of one of his sleeves. D.M evidently knew about his plan and decided that it was the right time to get to the point.
"I know what happened to your sister Enid.”
“Do you?”
His nails loosened their grip on his face, and his warm, soft hand dropped across his scaled skin. D.M continued caressing his cheek with petulant tenderness.
“She must’ve been so important to you, it’s a shame that she ended up like that…” D.M sighed. “I think you’re going to be interested in my offer, Mr. Duval, as this has to deal with your sister.”
Duval observed as the patriarch took a bottle from his pocket, which contained an unusual ruby liquid. He lifted an eyebrow at the vial, then turned his gaze to him. The dark-haired man sensed his disbelief and started talking.
“This is what your sister Enid was looking for,” D.M’s words hit him like a bucket of cold water. “An antidote made of Calendula, a marigold flower with strong healing properties for poison.”
Auburn Duval remained in silence as he let D.M explain, yet still confused why he was bringing this upon the table.
"The scent of your candles contains hydra, a strong chemical smell used to reconstruct human memory," D.M said, swirling the liquid in the vial. "To heal the effect of hydra poisoning, it is needed to use an antidote and this is the one. There are only two in the world.”
“Are you really trying to sell me drugs?” Auburn asked.
“You should ask that to your sister,” D.M replied.
“My sister?”
“Why was a random girl collecting flowers in a maximum security garden?”
Auburn Duval couldn't contain his rage after hearing D.M's crude and vile remarks. He quickly arose from his seat, knocking his chair over, and banged his fist into the table.
"My sister wasn't just some random girl!" he exclaimed fiercely. “Her passion for this world’s enigmas was enough to give her a reason to search for a cure to all diseases.”
“At the cost of her life?” D.M raised an eyebrow.
Duval's icy, stern personality collapsed, he seemed furious. He let down a torrent of sentiments that overflowed everywhere and made it so difficult to retain his cool, especially when D.M was speaking with such disrespect against his younger sister.
Auburn Duval couldn't help but think that this man was sick in the head. He became even more furious and considered piercing his organs, extracting his soul from his body, and presenting it to the stars.
May the celestial being receive this vile soul. It would be his most violent love offering to the skies.
To be able to sacrifice someone as wicked as Désire Mélodis.
And avenge the ghost of his sister that catches up to him just to haunt him.
May bring him some peace of mind.
However, D.M was well aware of his intentions. As a result, he drew his body closer to him with a threatening smile and gaze.
"Oh, you poor boy," D.M muttered, his voice too soft yet sweet, reminding Auburn of how his mother used to console him as an infant when he was crying. "It must be very hard for you to carry the weight of your sister's death on your shoulders."
Auburn felt a little embarrassed by the tenderness with which Mélodis treated him. The Count sounded mournful and worried about him, but he knew that all of this was only a façade.
Yes, he was right: he carries his sister’s death on his shoulder, her weight is crushing him alongside the pain of moving on without her. Enid’s soul follows him wherever he goes, tormenting him with remorse. Making the healing process more difficult and extending his time spent crying for her.
Yes, Auburn was unworthy of his sympathy, especially because he was still facing his darkest demons at night: those that preferred to eat up his sanity slowly and destroy all that hope he had left.
D.M, on the other hand, kept smiling and pinching his cheek, caressing him like a mother would do to a newborn. The astrologer only scowled and growled softly, as if he were a ferocious beast, but Count Mélodis broke out laughing, ridiculing his rage like it came from a helpless puppy.
What was Mélodis' purpose? Auburn still didn't comprehend. The more he pondered it and focused D.M's attention on his false conduct, the more he was pulled towards D.M, the more he was unable to resist gazing into D.M's fragile and beautiful eyes. They were like the great blue universe, powerful and so frigid that they burnt him from within.
"You look so lonely and exhausted, Auburn," D.M said, placing his hands on his cheeks again but this time gently cupping them. “I can help you.”
“And how will you help me…?” Duval muttered.
He moved closer to his body and stood on his toes. Auburn Duval flinched in disgust and shock as he felt D.M's lips press against his earlobe.
"I can offer you the way of salvation," he said softly, his long, polished black nails tracing a curve across Duval's jaw. "A way for you to avenge her."
His attention was sparked.
The patriarch's promise planted a sense of faith and yearning in his chest. Was it worth hearing what he had to say? Even if he ultimately dismissed it, D.M was not going to let him go. Unless he gave in, the count wasn't going to leave this tower without Auburn's answer first.
"Make it quick then," he finally told him.
In Auburn’s eyes, he didn't anticipate Désire Mélodis to be someone who enjoyed talking and he actually emanated conviction with every word that he spoke. Despite his rigid and upset manners, his eyes narrowed with burning disdain and hatred for the Nine Families but with interest in the approach that D.M took.
And his voice… Especially his voice…
It was sweet, cloying, and rotten.
Ah.
How much time passed since he listened to this voice? It was so cruel but subtle. Such a serene voice. It seemed like he was listening to a mermaid singing in the ocean made with the blood of his victims and sacrifices. Auburn committed himself to bury the stars beneath the starry sky, hoping that the quantity of souls he sent to heaven would be sufficient to bring Enid back. He committed himself in punishing the sinful believers and non-believers, and forcibly filling the sky with an increasing number of heavenly bodies.
It was all for her.
His sky had lost its stars long ago, following his sister's departure... What had previously been galaxies, planets, and distant suns braided together, was now only a big and deep black hole with a halo glaring weakly.
This cursed realm is a literal hell on earth, hiding beneath an old desolate paradise.
Ah.
He jolted back into reality once he heard something unexpected.
His eyes widened and his breath paused as he heard D.M interrupt his entire speech to go right to the point.
“I want you to work for me,” the Mélodis’ Patriarch stated.
This placed the astrologer on alert mode. He attempted to brush him off, but D.M spoke over him again.
"You're the Star Sacrificer, the one who's been benefiting me by eliminating deserters and traitors of the Mélodis family," D.M said. "I shouldn’t be the one telling you this but I believe you deserve a promotion, at the very least.”
"I like being on my own," Auburn said candidly.
“Working alone will only postpone your vengeance against the Nine Families.”
“I refuse to be somebody’s dog.”
“Don’t worry about that, the spot is already occupied by one of my men.”
“I just don’t like you,” he growled.
"Hmm," he said slowly, almost like a gentle purr. "But you know that you have to work with me at some point.”
"What conditions do you propose if I accept?" the astrologer inquired defensively.
D.M forms an arrogant smirk on his lips.
"You just have to do what I say." His thumb stopped caressing his face and instead focused on the bottom of his lips, exactly next to his lower lip.
"That’s a vague request. You gotta be more specific, Mélodis," the astrologer scolded him.
The patriarch's slender, gorgeous face wrinkled in response to Auburn's criticism, showing his impatience. D.M scratched his chin as he forced the astrologer to make another of his growl sounds, which he so enjoyed obtaining from people.
“Since you’re insisting, the task is simple: I will lend you this antidote that you’ll use as a concoction to reverse the side effects of your candles’ scent,” D.M explained.
“So, you already know about my ritual?” He saw D.M nodding.
“The scent of the candles is so strong, Mr. Duval, it almost made me faint,” D.M fanned himself. “If you want to fool Mr. Inference, you need to be more careful.”
Maybe he underestimated the Count a little too much. He was manipulative, which annoyed him. But what annoyed him the most was being bossed around by someone younger than him.
"Your plan is flawless but needs perfection if you don't want to be discovered so quickly by Mr. Inference," D.M said gently. "He will have you as the prime suspect for sure, you must be prepared to confront him at the ritual when it happens. I’m just lending you a helping hand.”
"I don't want to work for you," Auburn Duval said, gritting his teeth and attempting to keep his temper but he couldn’t. “Your family is the reason for my demise, how bold of you to think I’m just going to take it!”
“How are you so sure it is the Melodis Family who killed your sibling and not some other family?” D.M asked him.
“You said it yourself! You know what happened to her!” Auburn Duval exclaimed in fury.
Auburn Duval was such a sensitive man. D.M thinks.
Once he noticed that he lost temper, he sighed and rubbed his temples. Unable to look at him out of disgust and shame.
“I must apologize, Mr. Mélodis. But I might have to turn down your offer, it’s too risky for me,” Duval finally looked at him. “Now if you excuse me-”
He paused as those blue eyes widened and gazed at him soullessly. Duval observed his appealing features, vicious eyes and a cruel, unhappy smirk on his lips. The man's glance was inhumanly intense, yet he also had an oddly beautiful aura that pulled the astrologer in, almost hypnotically, as if irresistibly.
The room fell into deathly silence. He assumed this would be their final chat, and D.M would finally leave the tower after turning down his proposal.
Unfortunately, he had sentenced himself.
"What a shame, I thought you were eager to save yourself," D.M spit out, a tone extremely gentle and refined but mixed with discontent. "I thought you loved your sister enough to even form pacts with the enemy.”
D.M laughed. If he had been closer before, he was now so near that he dropped his chest on Duval's, violating his personal space and making Duval uncomfortable with both the remarks and now his physical harassment. Auburn flinched almost immediately when D.M's lips brushed against his ear. D.M murmured as he moved closer and kissed the astrologer's rounded jawline.
His look was a mix of disdain and anguish, and his ears were slightly red from shame. He grasped his teeth and tensed as the gentle lips dipped lower and lower, tickling the sensitive region between his chin and neck.
"Do you ever feel a sense of remorse?" D.M inquired cruelly.
“What?”
“About indirectly killing her.”
“I didn’t kill- I didn’t kill her…” Auburn said nervously.
“But she stepped in the same path as her older brother, didn’t she?” he inquired once again as his slender fingers pressed softly against his wide shoulders. They touched the sides of both Duval's shoulders, their touch being so tender that it could make Auburn cry right now.
“She just looked at some books that my family possessed about herbs… That’s it.”
“But who showed her those books?”
Auburn fell silent.
He knew that this was his plan all along to persuade him into accepting the offer, but those touches were so…
Disgustingly soothing.
They comforted him and because he was a human with emotional needs, his feelings were being left open. Vulnerable and open.
That was a flaw D.M read between the lines and probed via his actions, delving deep into his soul.
And he was going to take advantage of this, exploiting him until he can takes it.
"Your wise guidance led your sister down your same path, Mr. Duval. A path destined for ruin," D.M said, whispering softly as if it were a secret.
His life was happy until his parents passed away. From that point and beyond, challenges arose, but he tried to remain calm all the time. Auburn was willing to endure it for her, his little sister Enid. He was able to play the role of the ideal older brother while also managing both his private and professional life, eventually rising to the top and becoming a respectable academic figure.
A brilliant and exemplary man. Deserving of admiration and praise.
He is a mentor to many, the pride of his parents, and a perfect brother to Enid.
Auburn Duval, the brightest star in the sky… In his last stage of life.
About to consume all his fuel and explode to go supernova.
"That's not true, it's your fault— It’s all your fault! The sin for killing Enid falls in your hands!" Auburn Duval yelled with hatred in his raspy voice. He could feel his own eyes widening, but he held back. Reluctant and unwilling to cry in front of the worst person in the city.
"There is no proof that it happened. The only proof is in your bloodstained hands," D.M caressed Auburn's hair, weaving his fingers through the long, black strands.
The eclipse below them lights most of the rooftop observatory, as does the dark glass that surrounds it. The starry sky, in some way, mourns a loss, allowing the rest of the world to share his grief with the elder brother.
Auburn's love for Enid must have been viscerally beautiful, much similar as D.M’s feelings towards his younger sibling, Siegfried Mélodis, who now lies buried in a mountain of corpses alongside fallen traitors of the Mélodis Family.
Love tasted like flesh and blood being torn apart by two vicious beasts for him, like exquisite cries of a lady drowning in poison, and wedding vows caught in an empty throat.
As he grew older, D.M learned so much about the world as he knows about love.
Love was about power and loyalty.
In order to love someone, he must ensure first that the person isn’t going to betray him. And he must make the person dependent on him.
"Do you love your sister, Auburn Duval?”
"Of course I love her!" he said furiously, which elicited a chuckle from D.M
“But are you loyal to her?” D.M said while his hands were arranging one of the astrologer’s locks, he tucked one of his hair strands behind his ear.
“She’s the star goddess that I pray to the sky every night,” he confessed.
“But you’re not willing to do anything for her, it seems like,” D.M pointed out.
"My love is not what you think, Melodis,” Auburn said. “My love it’s raw.”
"Then how did it feel to see your sweet sister's lifeless body in the filthy, wet mud?" The patriarch's smile got bigger, forming two dimple-like holes in his face.
"Cut it off," Duval pushed the words out of his mouth but they sounded practically like sobs.
"In this world, perhaps it's best for women to keep their hands off matters that don't concern them," D.M said. "Your sister learned her lesson very well."
So did you. D.M murmured to him.
It's amusing to witness Auburn Duval, a well-known figure, in his most vulnerable state. D.M tasted the strong, sharp flavor of Auburn's tender, guilt ridden love, and now, his cold skin gently cradling the man's fearful face, the abysmal blue of his stare was seductive, poisonous in ill-disguised desire. Those same blue eyes that Duval despised so much were watching him with venom and discord.
Duval's rage blinded him as those words hit him hard; impatience and distress were what destroyed his cold demeanor. His body behaved instinctively, causing him to push D.M's body onto the ritual table.
He reached out to pull out the blade he'd been hiding and wearing on his sleeve all this time. His plan was to destroy him slowly and hard, but if he was going to be a bitch to him and disrespect his everlasting princess in the sky, Enid, there was no choice but to chop off the snake's head once and for all.
"You disgusting bitch, if you talk about my sister like that again, I'll cut your throat open!” his hateful words resounded in D.M’s ears like a choir.
D.M's eyes light up, but not in fear, as he feels the blade of the knife travel slowly down his cheek, neck, and jugular vein. It creates a straight stream of blood across the exposed skin. D.M lets out an evil chuckle and blushes from the thrill of the moment.
D.M glances at the weapon with which he threatens to sever his throat. Duval's hand is shaking, and he realizes he's holding back. For him, it's the only chance to regulate the turbulent mood of the enraged brother in front of him.
So, raising his hand to tug and pull on Duval's wrist, he leaned his neck and looked straight into Duval's eyes. For him to see the leader of the family that took everything he valued the most, his worst enemy, and his next victim to finish off his revenge, opening his mouth and extending his pink tongue to taste the length of the deadly sharp blade, and to taste his own blood; it's such a rare sight to see.
Oh, this is what his own blood tastes like: disgusting, vile, and putrid.
So this must be how his love tastes like.
Raw. Just like he said.
There's a peculiar throbbing pain in his lower body, a sensation of both heat and cold, and, most importantly, an abyssal hunger. It comes into his mind in a burst and then disintegrates, yet it is not completely gone. He avoids even the simple term of "arousal", as if it was going to burn or hurt him.
To say he was afraid didn't fully convey all of his emotions as he gazed in terror at D.M, who was watching him arrogantly. He had to blink a few times to wake up from this nightmare, but he didn't. Instead, his anguish grew as D.M cleaned the lethal dagger with his tongue.
Auburn feels like laughing out of stress, but it is the last thing he wants to do. Part of him wants to keep looking at the attractive man in front of him, with the desire of tightening his grasp and devouring those lips until he greedily licks all the beauty out of him.
Another part of him wants to brutally pull every piece of D.M From his eyes to his skin, savoring his flesh and rejoicing in his pain.
How pointless—all of these thoughts are simply too potent, and D.M would surely stop him before a weapon could harm him.
Perhaps these desires drove him to seize control over D.M’s fate, since he has demonstrated indifference when it comes to the repercussions of his acts. His chest boils with resentment as he watches the count remove the last particles of blood off his weapon.
"Oh Auburn," D.M mumbled, almost purring. "You know that everything would be possible if you only surrender yourself to me."
"I'll never be one of your possessions, you demon!" he shouted, raising the blade again and pressing its tip against his chin.
His hands trembled with anxiety, and D.M laughed as he drew his body closer, pushing him to press further against the table and corner him. His gaze followed him like a lion stalking its prey, or like a circus director teasing his pet with a piece of rope.
“My possession? I’d rather call you one of my pets.”
Duval's face reddened.
“You’re fucking insane if you ever think that I’ll let you overpower me so easy! Over my old dead body I’ll be that!”
He placed his legs around the astrologer's slim, toned waist. His pelvis pressed against him, rubbing into the other man's crotch. Auburn Duval’s body trembled.
"You—" he struggled to get out, frustrated with the situation and the trap D.M had laid on him. “You need to stop doing that!”
“Do what, Auburn? Do you feel uncomfortable with my touch and presence? Are they as soothing and pleasant as your sister's hands were? Or do they remind you of your dear mother?"
"Mélodis," Duval said coldly. Simply mentioning his name felt like a blasphemy. He breathed deeply and stared at him with a dark expression. "If you keep crossing the line, I will—”
“Are you going to cry now, my dear Astrologer?” D.M asked, in a mocking tone.
The Count’s hands cupped his face with maternal love, making Auburn want to cry. Then he felt the gentle touch of a tongue across his skin, particularly on his cheek. There, he realized... That a silky, distinct tear came out of one eye, and D.M was drinking it in as if it would relieve his grief. Perhaps he was savouring it. Perhaps he intended to consume it.
Or perhaps he was just driving him insane, forcing him to get obsessed to the brink of lunacy.
“Look at yourself, you're crying…” he gently massaged the astrologer's shoulders, causing Duval to shudder and try to pull away. "You’re in so much pain right now, I can feel it.”
“I am not—” he panted.
“You are,” D.M said firmly. “I know what it's like to lose a sibling as I did lose mine.”
“You’re lying!” the astrologer pointed in accusation. “You don’t know how it feels to get part of your soul ripped out, you will never get to feel how it’s like to watch your own self getting buried alongside your family. You just—! You just simply don’t know…!”
As he spoke with a gloomy voice, D.M continued to caress both cheeks. He listened to him faithfully, for a moment he fell silent as Auburn continued to speak his mind, eventually breaking down in tears.
“You are just— You are a Mélodis! You are in no position to share my sorrows, or my struggles. You are cruel, apathetic, malicious, you led me to become like this! Do you think I like taking the lives of people? I despise it! But you did this to me! You… The Nine Families…” he sobbed.
Shall they all burn within my rage.
When he finally reached an end, D.M decided to close distance within him. His lips were near him but instead of kissing, he whispered as softly as a gentle breeze, or a mother’s lullaby to calm his newborn.
“Shush, shush, I know… I know…” D.M whispered. “Fate played a cruel joke on you, my dear Auburn.”
“I miss my sister’s love… I miss my mother’s comfort… I miss my father’s wisdom…” Auburn’s tears ran down his eyes like an icy river’s waterfall. “Just… Why? Why did they all leave me…?”
“You seem to have nobody by your side, don’t you?”
Auburn Duval exhaled as he watched how, little by little, the fatal attraction drew him into Mélodis's trap.
Auburn Duval breathed, watching as the deadly attraction gradually lured him into Mélodis' trap. He couldn’t help but nod upon being asked that question.
“Poor boy…” D.M said gently. “Now, how are you going to live with this weight on your shoulders, hm?”
Auburn looked at him, inspecting D.M's pale skin and black curls, which contrasted drastically with his beloved Enid's beautiful complexion and brown hair. But at the same time, they looked alike. They both were gentle and sweet. D.M also had a thin figure, maiden-like hands, and... Those beautiful, glossy lips.
Full of venom. Full of flesh and blood.
“You know that I can help you, right? You have me already here,” D.M speaks with the same soothing sincerity that he has always shown Duval. "You just need to be devoted to me and I’ll save you from the pits of hell.”
D.M's diverse personality should come as no surprise. Going from hot to cold in a couple of seconds and saying both compliments and obscenities in the same line, Auburn only noticed a certain beauty in him. Especially with him so near to his body.
D.M was just a mere powerful and unjust leader, whom Auburn despises so much that he is eager to act as his grim reaper on the day of the enlightenment ritual. At the same time, D.M may be his last hope between all the chaos that is his mind. He’s right, he doesn’t have anyone else. But Auburn must not forget his ultimate goal: vengeance on the families who stole Enid from him and especially, taking the life of his sister’s killer as a token of karma. Despite being uncomfortable with collaborating with this criminal, Auburn chose to think rationally and chose to believe D.M
Keep your allies close but your enemies even closer.
His father's voice echoed in his head. That’s something that he would say to him as advice.
He needs to have him by his side until he seizes the opportunity and kills him with cold, bare hands.
Auburn felt his heart thumping harder against his ribs, and his cheeks felt like they were on fire. He gently closed his eyes and nodded.
D.M smiled amused and to the astrologer's dismay, he went through a tiny trace of authority in his hands, which drew his face closer to his own, causing him to share breath and painfully occupy Auburn's personal space. This behavior made him feel as if he had power over a child. It's inevitable. D.M's presence is both intimidating and obnoxious.
"Before we seal our contract, I want to learn more about your spiritual healing sessions," D.M commented.
“Fine. What are you interested in learning then?”
"I'm interested in your means of easing pain, both psychologically and physically. Maybe I could use some help with my period cramps," D.M replied, almost out of breath.
“Your… What?”
Looking into each other's eyes, D.M moves his hands from Duval's shoulders to his wrist, which he grips and places over his crotch, just above his belly. D.M gasped and gave him a wide smirk. The astrologer's look was one of shock and awe; he didn't know what he meant by that, but D.M was eager to show him.
“My apologies, this is a bit embarrassing for me so have mercy on me, Mr. Duval,” D.M averted his face shyly.
“What do you mean by… Cramps?” Duval asked, confused and, at the same time, surprised.
“I’ll show you.”
D.M couldn't deny it. He was embarrassed. His pulse sped, and his thought process was obstructed by a veil of desire that intensified the warmth in his cheeks.
His slim fingers curled around his waist, as he continued to unbutton his dress pants until they reached his ankles. Auburn heard his underwear fall to the floor, which the count kicked away. At first, it was degrading and the circumstances were too obscene, but D.M's intimacy and faith in him kept him watching him undressing himself. Absorbing every movement his body made, as if it were a mesmerizing and devilish dance.
D.M had slim legs. Auburn Duval glanced at them for a while before focusing on his bottom. He observed the way D.M spread his thighs at the same pace that he removed his panties. When he was fully exposed to him, Auburn Duval's blue eyes opened in fascination at the sight of a pussy.
He has a pussy.
A man with a pussy.
Desire Melodis has a vagina. As unbelievable as it may sound, this is a fact that shall take it to the grave.
"I'll be deeply in debt if you make me feel good, Lord Duval," D.M said. He reached down with his palm and fingers, opening his folds to show the astrologer the condition he was in. "I trust your spiritual healing in this matter.”
He didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry.
Again, the astrologer clinched his jaw as he observed D.M's pale beauty. Count Mélodis was undoubtedly attractive. Almost everyone in the city praised his looks, but D.M tended to reject anybody who attempted to court him. People assumed he wasn't looking for relationships or that he had too high standards to be interested in someone.
Forgetting his rage for a while, Duval was captivated by his beauty. He loved and revered the flower with its blood-soaked petals. He was lured to try and drink the tainted wine that flowed from the inside of a deceiving deadly serpent, such as D.M Will it give him the contentment of having all of his wants granted? Or would it result in his own demise?
Should he risk it and take it? Auburn's eyes closed and he shifted his gaze, he watched him smile up his face and heard a helpless groan.
“Are you enjoying the view, Mr. Astrologer?”
“It’s truly an aberrant sight to behold,” Auburn Duval responded. “You want to use my method to satisfy your cravings?”
“As you can see, I was born a female. You must already know, because of your sister, how bad it gets once we reach our menstrual cycle.”
“I’m not gonna waste my life’s work in your selfish needs, Mélodis,” Auburn rolled his eyes, feeling exhausted and impatient.
“How cruel,” D.M purred with a sweet tone. “Did you say this to your poor sister too when she was in pain because of her period cramps?”
“You!” the astrologer stared at him with deadly intentions. “Stop talking about my sister so imprudently or I’ll—”
However, D.M silenced him by forcibly grabbing Duval's hair, grasping it with his fingers and pulling at the black strands till he fell to his knees. Duval was positioned between the Count's thighs, allowing him to observe the scene before him with interest. D.M's legs quickly curled around the taller man's neck, securing their grip and preventing the astrologer from escaping.
“You will be doing what, Auburn? You forgot that you already agreed on my terms and conditions,” D.M gently massaged Auburn’s hair as he spoke. “You will be doing as I say.”
“But this isn’t in our terms and conditions,” the astrologer hissed, still in D.M’s legs.
“You fell for my trick, you fool.”
Duval feels his palm softly stroke his curls, Auburn's lids flutter slightly, and his heart beats faster than normal. D.M's tone of voice and his delicious scent emanating from his inner thighs, mixed with the aroma of new blood and expensive cologne. Auburn Duval felt his cock twitch and harden within the waistband.
“Mr. Duval, do you want to know what I fantasize about when I touch myself?” The Count exhales pleasantly.
“I honestly don’t want to,” Duval declares.
“Lately, I’ve been fantasizing about a certain handsome astrologer worshipping me like one of his stars,” D.M panted a little upon saying, his hand still caressing on the astrologer’s hair. “I’ve been thinking about this astrologer for a while now. I want him to have a taste of my pussy while he prays for my fertility and wellness. I want his tongue sucking me around either furiously or lovingly.”
D.M notices him opening his lips to respond, but stops him. Smiling to himself, he raises his hips and softly wiggles them to get his attention.
“Just thinking about you makes me so wet… Ah, Lord Duval, please stop this pain~”
If he kept doing this, there would be no turning point.
Auburn Duval had already signed a blood pact with himself. A road of vengeance that he would never abandon for anything in the world. Enid's death was so unfair; there were no suspects or proof, but he was convinced the Nine Families had something to do with it. Despite his temper and distrust, he wasn't interested in establishing a relationship with Désire Mélodis. A key to gain answers to his queries, a feasible person to complete his goal, a person in whom he might trust.
It causes his gut to churn in ways he doesn't want to know.
But greed surrounds deep and tightly in his chest, almost like a sexual growl, and Auburn Duval gives into his primal urges.
He spreads D.M's thighs even wider so he can lay his head between them, relieving some of the pain while concentrating on cautiously licking his pussy.
The flavor doesn't disgust him, he allows his tongue to sink into D.M's smooth vaginal lips. The more slick it gets, the easier it is for him to move his tongue back and forth, cleaning away the blood that is dripping from his womb.
The sound of his tongue rubbing into the dampness of the patriarch's pussy is seductive, but D.M isn't far behind; gasps and groans fill the room. He pulls his black hair with his palm and holds it with his fingers. When Auburn finds an opening, he probes it with the tip of his tongue until he can force it inside, causing D.M to quiver.
"Good boy…" he moans as he throws his head back. “You’re learning your place so well, Duval.”
His hot walls shudder as he slides his tongue in and out, causing Count Melodis to shiver with delight and sigh as this brilliant astrologer fucks him with the soft tongue of his. His wet hole loosens due to the constant thrusts that stimulate his pussy.
D.M notices his tongue go from just licking to sucking on his pussy. His toes curl up as he overflows with crimson fluids his own folds, staining Auburn Duval's mouth of menstrual blood. D.M feels his abdomen throb, resulting in a moan of distress from the sudden period cramp.
Fortunately, the astrologer's tongue soothes all the agony. Perhaps he could consider jerking off on a monthly basis to alleviate the abdominal pain caused by his period.
"Sir Duval—" D.M maintains eye contact while whispering as if he is sighing. Auburn's blue pupils remain as sharp as a knife slicing human skin. The patriarch's face has turned scarlet, and Auburn notices.
Insatiable. The astrologer thinks.
He licks more of the entrance, adjusting his tongue in order to play with his clitoris, with his lips he grabs and sucks hard, eliciting a delirious cry from D.M, and causing more blood to come out.
Auburn breathes in and out heavily, putting pressure with his tongue onto the clitoris, knowing that it’ll drive D.M insane. On the other hand, D.M feels it and sighs quietly, he starts moving his hips with enthusiasm. Who would have thought the astrologer was this agile with his tongue? He thought he was nothing more than a loser who never brought a lady to his bed in his life. It looks like he was wrong.
D.M senses Auburn letting out another loud grumble, which sends vibrations through the warm core beneath his tongue and causes the patriarch to tremble. The hand in his scalp remains vehemently locked in its place, wondering whether to push him away or bring him closer, pleasure and pain merging to create a mix of feelings that, to him, seemed utterly divine.
D.M presses his face with his delicate, slim thighs as another round of pains approaches from within. The astrologer feels his vaginal spasm on his lips, staining his mouth and spreading blood to his chin. Bloody fluids fall all over his sensitive tongue, and he savors the nectar deliciously. Thirstily. As if it were an intoxicating alcohol, Duval's lips waters as he licks hungrily the cursed pussy that begs attention in the hopes of squeezing out every last drop of his uterine blood.
The sensation merely boosts his need and hunger. His free hand joins in to hold D.M's hole open, allowing his tongue to go deeper. D.M holds Duval's hair with both hands as heat and pain whirl in his gut, producing a unique feel that stimulates him. D.M can feel Duval moving with more determination, dragging him closer to the brink at a steady and precise pace.
"Don't stop," the patriarch hisses. The astrologer frowned in response.
His words led him to adjust his method, putting two fingers into him in revenge as his lips encircled D.M's clit and he sucked so hard that pleasure rushed his entire body. The suction wasn't powerful enough to harm, but it made him more vocal. D.M's back arches, and he almost falls off the table. His toes curl, his eyes roll back, and his mouth opens, letting out an indecorous and sweet moan as the raging fire in his gut bursts.
More light red juice erupts from him, and D.M sighs in relief before closing his legs and trapping Duval's face between them. D.M dropped his sight and saw him, fascinated as the astrologer's throat swallowed the blood streaming from his cunt. He was both hungry and skilled.
How he boldly drank from the menstrual flow felt both artistic and meaningful. Mélodis was familiar with the Bible while refraining from any religion. He thought that this holy book included many amazing and profound stories. Most are misused, but he loved reading them to pass the time while serving in the military. He never expected that he would eventually incorporate faith into his self-concept.
That's right. Désire Mélodis considers attaining divinity as his ultimate target. It sounded exaggerated, egotistical, and arrogant. To imagine that a person may see himself as a deity... But wasn't this the same story with Jesus Christ?
He could do the same thing if he wanted to.
His goal was to have as many workers, followers, slaves, pets, and believers as he could. To prove tenacity and brutality as an absolute leader, and also to reaffirm the concept that he alone possessed entire sovereignty over the earth.
D.M smiled to himself, moaned and softly caressed the astrologer's dark locks. He pictured heads bent in prayer from his holy throne, believers celebrating God's presence and lifting their hands to ask God to feed them and relieve their hunger. The patriarch's hands tightened over Duval's black locks, and when Duval returned his reproachful and confused glance, D.M gave him a banal, twisted grin.
"Does it make you happy eating my pussy, Mr. Duval?" the patriarch inquired. "Are you happy to milk my womb out like it's your last meal?"
The astrologer's earlobes reddened at the insinuations. His fingers increased its rhythm, moving from front to back and placing D.M's clit under his tongue. D.M's cheeks felt warm as he let out more broad smiles and little laughs, which blended with his own grunts. He bit his lower lip, trying not to jerk against the man's hand inside him.
Auburn Duval is eating him perfectly, but it wasn't enough. D.M wanted to make use of him completely.
"It seems like you are still holding back, despite the fact that I am spreading my legs for you,” he said mockingly. "I might have to teach you a lesson."
Sapphire was such a sparkling and mystical tone that having eyes like two tremendous ocean waves was uncommon. It just occurred that D.M has that trait. The stare fixed on him made him feel...
Confined.
He can feel the unsettling peer. A keen, discerning look. Always present, always on the watch. Never too near to read his most intimate thoughts, yet close enough to know all about him.
If Auburn Duval is anything, he sees himself as a beast trapped by his own emotional chains. It's odd that he doesn't resemble one. He appears to be a prey waiting to be devoured, yet underneath the innocent lamb skin is a man with cruel intent and an unstable mental space.
"Ah..." D.M lets out another gasp as he squeezes his legs together and tugs on the black strands with such force that it almost feels like he's ripping his hair out. "You beast— you are eating me out so well…”
Air comes out as he breathes via his nostrils, becoming increasingly frantic and easily nervous. A shiver goes down his spine, but it’s not dread. It's adrenaline. Adrenaline that slowly rushes through his veins after getting called a beast.
Auburn Duval feels dizzy between his legs, and he can smell the iron fragrance saturating his nose. It's thick. Intoxicating.
“Eat well, my child…” D.M exhales as he twists his locks between his fingers, his tone of voice is soft and maternal. “Give in your inner demons and eat my womb until I become fertile again to bear another sister for you.”
Duval lowers his tongue a bit further, delving deeper into the patriarch's pussy.
His flavor is nearly orgasmic. The rich and vivid flavor of menstruation blood warms Auburn Duval's palate continuously. He takes a piece of tissue and squeezes it between his teeth before swallowing. D.M lets out a sigh, unable to resist any longer. He starts moving his hips again, trying to grind against the astrologer's face, and arches backwards, loving every minute of this glory.
D.M sits up and places one hand on the table, the other tightening in Auburn's hair. He utilizes that anchor to keep the astrologer still while he rubs on his face, fucking his mouth with his clitoris. Duval's chin drips with blood and saliva, swallowing his pussy like it's a glass of wine. He groans and sucks helplessly as D.M uses the astrologer for his personal fun.
“Keep it up…” D.M panted.
Auburn finds it delicious. The flesh, piled in massive clots of oxidized blood and dead tissue, he feels bad for admitting that he enjoys consuming and savoring them.
It's not only about easing menstruation pains. No. Auburn Duval, the star sacrificer and astrologer known for his belief in cosmology, feels as if he is meticulously cleansing a divine figure from decay, filth, and sin.
He wants to grip the patriarch's legs, stretch them until his bones crack, and suck all of his cervix, sucking so hard that the pain of being born a female disappears.
He wants to be physically able to take a bite off his uterus and clench his jaw as hard as he could, in order to squeeze more blood.
Auburn Duval presses his tongue into his bloody hole, causing the man tremble and wet himself even more. Blood spilled as he ate, descending as sacred drops from this insignificant God for his mouth to devour. He removed another piece of coagulation and carefully sunk his teeth into his folds, causing D.M to jump and cry with ecstasy at the bold action. Auburn absorbed the red sweetness as blood spurted out of his cunt.
Tearing the tissue between his teeth, he chewed and relished the blood clot. Everything tasted almost foul, but he found himself becoming dependent on the flavor and texture.
Raw. Sweet. Fibrous. Red.
Red, like raw meat.
"What insatiable and animal you are," D.M said in a hoarse, shaking voice. “Look at the mess you’re making.”
Auburn Duval pulled off from their connection to stare coldly at the earl. Thick, delicious blood covering his entire mouth in a beautiful mess. D.M grabbed a fistful amount of hair and with no hesitation, he pushed Duval back into his crotch.
“I never said you could stop,” D.M spat his words like venom. “Finish your dinner first.”
The astrologer did not speak again, instead he frowned and moved his mouth faster. Despite his concerns regarding his position, he was confident in his ability to weaken every vaginal fiber and sensory cell of his vagina. And he did as promised.
He enjoyed it. He relished this very moment. He yearned for the delicious flavor on his mouth. He was terrified it might turn into an addiction, or worse, that this was the only thing he could do well.
Serving the vile family just like the rest of the city and unable to avenge his sister's death, was a nightmare that continued to disrupt his sleep. Fate was inevitable and only the stars could guide him. What if this was his end?
He won’t let this happen. Not if he eats the leader first.
"Heavens— Your mouth!" a groan from the Melodis patriarch warns Auburn that he's about to climax.
Being talked to in such a way boosts the astrologer's ego. His groan sounds beautiful coming from that serpent. He feels the desire to make him suffer further. His teeth tug on her clit, and he sucks firmly. D.M squirms and keeps his palm tucked into the astrologer's head. He utilizes that to support himself and to keep still as he frantically grinds into his face, literally fucking his mouth using his tiny cock he has as a clit. Auburn's chin drips with blood and drool, and he groans and takes his clit while D.M utilizes him for his delight, their gazes locked the entire time being.
Auburn Duval sucks on his hole with a forceful slurp, making D.M shake and tremble. Auburn Duval hums as if he's enjoying the finest meal of his life, his tongue and lips moving like a man who has never satisfied his appetite. Being consumed by the astrologer seemed like a beautiful death; it was not that horrible or weak ending. D.M shuts his eyes and imagines Auburn Duval shattering his pelvic bones and sinking his fangs deep into his womb.
D.M jumps abruptly as two fingers push against his hole, colder than Duval's tongue. He almost closes his legs again, but holds back. The astrologer's middle finger starts to fuck his hole. It's a taunt. It's horrific. It's fantastic. The patriarch pulls his grip in Duval's hair, making an indirect threat.
“Don’t tease,” D.M teased.
He thought that it would stop him, but after a minute of silence, he felt more of the astrologer's thrusts with his finger. The patriarch's expression frowns and blushes when he hears the splashing sound of his hole.
The smell of new blood lingers in the air, causing nausea, but eventually passes. Auburn Duval accepts it, and hunger takes possession of his insides once more.
His stomach groans with desire, horribly empty and begging for anything to fill it. This hunger is unbearable. He has no idea how long he has been experiencing these thoughts about eating another human being, and they are worrying him. He needs to eat. His mouth waters at the thought of what D.M's insides may look like. Would his uterus be as delicate as his hips? How long will his fallopian tubes be? Will they taste good?
He wants to eat them. Devour them.
This necessity is making him start losing his mind.
D.M noticed this unusual conduct instantly, from the way he swallowed the blood clots produced by his period to the sensation of Duval gnawing his genital area. He loved the thought that Auburn Duval was similar to a wild animal; he had previously domesticated exotic creatures.
He wasn't bothered by the idea at all. In fact, he wanted to indulge him.
Auburn Duval only needs a little push in order to fully submit to him.
"So you want it that bad, huh?" D.M smirks, a drop of sweating running from his forehead to his cheek. "Would you like to tear open my stomach and penetrate my uterus with your mouth? Does eating my bleeding pussy turn you on?"
If Auburn Duval could talk right now, he would begin bluntly rejecting the allegations, but because his mouth was full, all he could do was groan between those luscious folds and continue his task.
Even in his thoughts, the possibility of cutting open D.M's stomach to examine the interior of his pussy stuck within him. A terrible mental image flashed before his eyes, as if it were a lucid dream. In that scenario, D.M was laying on his table, and Duval was carving into his stomach with his blade. He sliced a horizontal cut across his pelvis and peeled the skin away with his hands to reveal what lay underneath. Despite how horrific and nasty it was, the atmosphere was calm and intimate, nearly as if both sides had agreed to this.
The scene seemed viscerally nurturing. D.M's features were gentle as he masked his vile manners, and he felt a deep connection. Similar to his mother's.
"You really enjoy devouring my flesh, but you know it won't be enough. You should drive your teeth further into my flesh, tear open my stomach, relish the taste of blood on your tongue, and consume me fully."
D.M managed to get his attention by expressing such things while smiling warmly and maternally at the same time. Auburn Duval gazed at him with cold eyes and saw his grin as insulting.
“Or perhaps sin is what's holding you back? You're a man of faith, really, I'm impressed.”
He was going to hell over this. The stars judged him. They were condemning both of them for playing with something as disgusting as this.
The taste of blood in clots, its thick texture, and the disintegrating muscles and cells on his palate... It was a sick fascination.
A sick fascination that D.M is successfully indulging on him.
Auburn Duval fails to respond and eats another piece of clot. He liked the fresh, metallic flavor, imagining it as bread dipped in wine. He chews, causing the blood fibers to melt in his mouth before swallowing them and filling his stomach with it.
"G-Good boy…" D.M sighs shakily and strokes his jet-black hair. "You're accepting so good. You deserve a reward for it, my good boy."
He understood what he implied. He was nearing his climax.
Auburn started pushing his fingers further into his pussy, being careful in torturing his G-spot to increase the intensity of his orgasm.
A rush of heat swept through D.M's stomach as he felt another stream of wet blood emerge from his aching hole, a little harder than before. Wrapping his fingers around the astrologer's strands, Désire Mélodis eventually came all over Auburn Duval's mouth.
Too much blood. D.M's pussy produces so much blood that it drips from his face. The scene is horrifying, yet he proceeds to clean of the bloody pussy as if it were leftovers. Auburn Duval makes a lovely sound, a grunt of joy. He groans over his hot, slick cunt, licking the smooth opening of his slick hole, tasting once again the metallic flavor that grows on his tongue as he pushes it further, causing D.M to squirt more blood.
He wants more. The hunger becomes stronger with each passing moment, a new intrusion of his fingers dislodges a new clot of blood, which flows from D.M's hole as he fucks him like this, extending the patriarch's climax. His thighs shake as if he's trying to get away from him. Auburn Duval pulls away to suck on his clit once more, and D.M's entire body jerks with him. Duval watches this reaction and rubs his tongue over his clit in forceful, excited circles.
He fails to realize he's going too far, so D.M interrupts him. He grabs his hair and forces him to look up.
"Enough, you beast!" he exclaims. His sapphire eyes settle on him, judging him harshly. “Just because you made me come once doesn’t give you the right to do it again.”
D.M was the most petty person Auburn Duval had ever encountered. He played with his trauma, then tricked him to help with his cramps, and now he scolds him? Who let this young man believe he was in the right to scold someone, clearly older than him?
"You're welcome," Auburn Duval murmured in an exhausted voice. He rose up and searched for a handkerchief to wipe his face.
"Don't think of yourself too highly, Mr. Duval. Our alliance is merely a business one."
When Duval spotted a handkerchief, he began wiping the blood from his mouth and cheeks. D.M prepared to put on a sanitary pad to keep the bleeding from spreading any further. When they went back to their original states, they stared at each other.
Auburn Duval kept the same distant glance, rigid lips, and cold attitude. D.M approached him and touched his chin with the tip of his index finger.
"Do we have a deal now?" He raised an eyebrow at the astrologer, who sighed and turned away.
"I really have no choice, do I?" He asked, hoping to save himself.
"You'll do as I say," the patriarch replied. "No further ado."
"Fine," he said, defiant and cold. "I'll do as you say but don't ask me to use my serious work in your selfish requests or next time I'll eat you for real."
The senator gave an enchanting smile. Now that he gained a new card to put under his sleeve, he was now prepared to counter any unexpected move Mr. Inference had been planned for him.
And best of all, he merely had to exploit the star-sacrifice's trauma and a sick fascination with blood.