Aldrich Boreas

[Aldrich Boreas]

Seamus glanced to the dulling light of his single candle, and realizing the hour just by how near the stick was growing to it's end at the ornate holder's base, he reached up with a coppery hand and stroked at his now grimacing face. His crimson brows furrowed and as a sigh released through irritably flared nostrils, he flipped the page of the relatively recently printed book with his free hand and opened his eyes again to glance and skim.

".. They call him The Devouring One, and after what I have seen of him, I would not claim it as a lie. His family name rings too true, I worry, and so I wonder if it has been changed to suit if only for the lack of facts we may find in written and recorded lineage.. "

The demon blinked and, only after using the same fingers that had smeared across his forehead moments prior to run up along the adjacent black horn, lowered his hand to better mark his place upon the page. There was a stir of recognition and delight that bled onto his stern, weathered features, and multiple times Seamus allowed his violet orbs to dance along the three words he had been searching for all evening.

Within moments a small pad of yellowed paper was snatched from it's once discarded place upon the paper-littered desk, and a quill was fetched simultaneously. Through his typical demonic gifts his brows lifted with the minimal focus it took to light every candle in the room together without lifting a finger or from his seat, the light helping his reading as the scholar began to jot down notes – as had been requested.

"Ah, change the w for an e and finish it off with a d, scholar. Why else would you possibly be looking through this damned thing?" rang the dangerously cool, deep and serenading voice of the very subject of study. It was then that Aldrich allowed his footsteps to be heard from behind the demon's chair, his approach forcefully audible even if it was only comparable in volume to the best of human assassins. The vampiric Lord knew, of course, that demonic hearing, while not on par with the elves or vampires, was far from mortal handicaps – he was loud enough to get the message across.

The book slammed shut abruptly, closing in the quill and pad of paper in the page to save it. Of course, by the way he swallowed and turned slowly to face the creature that had earned many nicknames on top of his most prominent – kinslayer being one of the most frightening – Seamus knew his need for the information in the future was wishful thinking at best. The vampire was reknown, albeit silently, for his drastic and horrible deeds, both in service to the budding empire as well as for his own delights. The monster that was Aldrich Boreas had been parading viciously throughout the world since the first day he could, it seemed, never needing the approval of the world's leaders but seeming now to revel in the fact that he had it. Mostly. He was one of the few vampires to consume his own race, and perhaps the only one to have found the taste for demonic blood. Rumors circulated now that he had found a way for elven life as well, but such things were so typically disregarded as impossibilities – even for him! It would be a terrible thing think of as the truth at any rate, for the Lord who could have been known as a true Blood God for all that he drank and all the power he gained from it surely needed no more on his menu..

.. And now here he was.

He was a beautiful beast, truly, both words meant in their fullest extents. Too far apart from the vampiric standard of youthful beauty, Lord Boreas looked as a man in his prime, with angled features and broad shoulders that spoke of a truly masculine allure that so many of his race failed to achieve. His sandy hair draped loosely past his eyes, framing his perfect face and accentuating against a straight nose. Aldrich's glacial eyes bore down onto Seamus with an intensity only magnified by defined brows, and the demon could not help but feel the vampiric power, fed by the blood of all that he consumed on a dreadfully regular basis, that emanated off of the now present Devouring One.

"I suppose she wouldn't tell you why you're looking through it, mm? Just had you run off like a good little kit to fetch her desires on her whim."

"W.. Who, sir?"

"You know damn well who. You'd be a far better liar if you didn't forget the Imperial crest upon your robes," Aldrich snapped, though the words were laced with as much amusement as they were any sort of irritation. With a cant of his head he gestured to the garments that had been discarded in a pile in another chair, likely because the archives were a loss for windows and demons were quite easy to overheat in comparison to, say, the undead.

".. Then.. You should know that she's aware that I'm here, and what I'm looking for," Seamus said with a slightly growing confidence. It was the truth, and if Empress Ezriska wanted something, Empress Ezriska got it. Even Boreas would usually adhere to that little gem, and so the demon hoped he had said enough to save himself from the wrath of the vampire who was too well known for his punishments. Abrupt and lacking good judgement was the bystanders ruling on Aldrich's anger-induced actions, but creative usually found itself in the description as well. Quite certainly, Seamus was not of a mind to be on the receiving end of such talked about affairs.

"Fool, I'm counting on the fact that she is, and when they find your remains she'll know better than to question." – The sharp cry of metal and flesh, but silence merely feet away. The grunt of a both satiated and dissatisfied enforcer in the brief pause between sentences. – "She would not be where she is today if not for me, so it's far past the time to start growing paranoid of my motives now, don't you think?"

Seamus nodded forward as if he would agree, but only an instant before his entire head lolled forward and toppled down his chest to rest in an unappetizing heap at Aldrich's boots. The demon's tongue draped from a gaping mouth that was to be forever locked in the scream that never was, and the blood seemed lost to the crimson clothes he'd worn until it began to drip into a puddle underneath the chair of the corpse.

Aldrich inhaled deeply through his nose, delighting in the metallic scent of blood no matter what the race. He stepped forward to the book that the demon had been reading through and retrieving facts from, and opened it to the page where his little biography had been written. The blade that had been used to take care of the scholar was then wiped against the edge of the pages, rimming the small chapter on Aldrich Boreas in the blood of one who had become far too inquisitive for the vampire's liking. Even if it had been an order.

"So glad that we agree."

[Meleth Darkshine]

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