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║•vitani•lacy•lee•
║_________•demon•of•war•
║"Despite the lies that your making
║Your love is mine for the taking
║My love is just waiting
║To turn your tears to roses"
Eyes unknown to the world, hidden behind a golden veil, stared up at the castle of King Vincent. A silver tiara cocked to the side a top her pale blonde hair. Her hair seemed to shimmer silver in the early morning light and the tiara glinted playfully. Small lips were stretched in to a playful smile, causing dimples to form on pale cheeks. A thin neck led down to slim shoulders and a body built for agility. Long, graceful legs and small, dainty feet protected by white lace up steel toe boots. A pair of black form fitting pants hugged her hips and legs and a thick white belt hung on her hips. A black muscle shirt was hidden beneath a red and black striped sweater that hung loosely on her tiny body. She normally wore her royal colors, purple, but for today, she decided to dress in war colors. Just in case. Her royal colors were hidden away in a trunk with the rest of her belongings, which was being hauled out by a servant. Turning a bit, her attention turned to the servant struggling with the trunk. Her smile only stretched further and she turned on her heel, swiftly approaching the weakling. Her footsteps were silent despite the heavy boots that weighed her down. All of her clothes were weighted; it was a part of her training. In Assanya, her land, they are warriors and scientists. Warriors were blood thirsty and relentless, never backing down from a fight. Scientists were knowledgeable and developed knew training facilities, equipment, and clothes. In all, this queen was carrying 210 lbs; her sweater weighing 100, the boots weighing 25 each, the muscle shirt weighing 50, and the belt 10 lbs. She trained in weighted clothing and she lived everyday in weighted clothing. Every day she grew stronger and could hold more weight. She developed this attire. Yes, she is a scientist and a warrior, which earned her the title Queen, plus she is royalty. The Lee Dynasty brags and boasts about their brilliant minds and incredible strength and expertise. Her family has ruled over Assanya since its birth. They established goals that were to be met by their people. They established the pride every Assanyan knows and they protected their land from danger. ‘We stand together and fight for our home. Those who seek to destroy what we have created is an enemy! Stand together and defeat your enemies! We Assanyans are family and no one will ever harm us!’ Her grandfather’s words to his people before his death. Forever, they have followed his words and defeated every opposing kingdom who tried to stretch their clutches and claim Assanya. Why do so many wish to take over? Assanya is prospering and highly advanced, plus their warriors were very skilled, well trained. Who wouldn’t want to get their hands on their technology and forces? King Vincent had tried to take over Assanya and at the moment, a temporary truce has been called. He requested a peace treaty be signed and negotiations made. And he had requested Vitani, Queen of Assanya, come to HIS castle to sign the document herself. That had made the Queen suspicious, even though she knew most of his forces could not take her down or capture her. If this was a trick, Vincent would pay himself.
Her teasing grin never faltered as she finally reached the servant. Now standing behind him, she raised a dainty hand and tapped his shoulder. The poor guy nearly was crushed by the large trunk as he jumped, losing his balance. With a thump, he landed on the ground and quickly put his hands up to protect himself from his doom. Being crushed. Though it never came and he opened his eyes a crack, his blurry vision proving the trunk was not falling. Dark eyes widened and he frantically searched for what stopped the heavy luggage and saved him. His eyes landed on a small delicate hand gripping the trunk by the handle, commanding the trunk instead of gravity. Once he saw the loose fabric, colored red and black, he realized who had saved him. His head snapped up and his eyes connected with the Queen’s face, an amused grin played on her lips. Showing off her pearly whites and sharp ‘fangs’. He swallowed deeply as he was shuddered beneath her gaze. He could not see eyes, but he knew she was watching him like a hawk. No one had ever seen her eyes, except for the royal family. Her pale hair kept her from discovering her secret. Swallowing deeply once again, he regained his composure and stood shakily. “T-thank you, Q-queen V-vitani,” he managed, stuttering and swallowing he frequently. Looking down at his queen, he saw her just smile.
Giving one good yank, the trunk landed with a loud ‘THUD!’ on the ground. She nodded to the servant before waving a hand, dismissing him. She saw his surprised look and she chuckled, waving again and he bowed, escaping in to the vehicle. She reached back in to grab a second trunk, but a large gloved hand gripped her wrists, spinning her around. She felt herself being lifted and she immediately knew who the culprit was as long silver hair and narrow blue eyes came in to view. His large hands gripped her waist, holding her effortlessly off the ground. She felt his thumbs teasingly stroke her stomach and she slapped at his hands, folding her arms over her flat chest. “Damien, if I do not feel Earth beneath my feet in ten seconds, you will be eating it,” she threatened and pouted a bit. Her brother’s lips stretched in to a playful grin that mimicked hers only moments ago. She found herself gazing at his lips and she longed to kiss him, but she knew she had to refrain from doing so. They were in unknown territory and she couldn’t show weakness.
Damien could see his sister’s discomfort with the situation and he knew why that discomfort was formed. He smirked and pulled her close, his hands moving round her and holding her firmly against him. She fit so perfectly against him. Leaning down, he nuzzled her neck, inhaling her scent. It was sweet, addicting. He could feel her shudder, her hands pushing against the leather of his coat. He knew she could easily beat him in to oblivion, but she always became so vulnerable around him. It was too cute. And she seemed so fragile. He growled against her throat, his own ‘fangs’ pressing against the delicate skin. “I don’t think you’ll be able to back up that statement, V,” he teased and nipped at the curve of her neck. He didn’t care about public displays of affection, nor what this land thought of them. He wanted everyone to know Vitani was off limits and any who touched her would shed blood. He felt Vitani’s body shake in his arms, her back arching a bit. His smirk only stretched in a victorious grin. Only he could bring her down to her most vulnerable. Only he saw this side of her. He drew back from her as she whispered his name a few times. He smiled as he saw her flustered appearance, “Only a little teasing and already you’re this riled up. What could have possibly been going through your mind? Hm… V?” he teased, whispering in to her ear.
Vitani’s breath hitched and she fought to keep control. Why did I bring him with me? She finally managed to gather enough strength to begin to struggle and finally, her knee met his abdomen, landing a hard kick to his muscled stomach. If she were any other girl, that kick would not have affected him one bit. But she was the most powerful in her Kingdom, which meant she could easily top him in any battle. She heard him choke back a cry and she felt the Earth below her feet once again as he doubled over. She could hear his curses and she just chuckled, “I warned you,” she teased and leaned down. She saw him look up at her, glaring darkly. But that glare quickly disappeared as his eyes widened in surprise. Her warm soft lips pressed against his cool ones in a sweet slow kiss that soon began to grow in sensuality. White fire blazed through him and every urge to grab her and drag her away so he could claim her was there. He suppressed those urges, closing his eyes and returning the kiss. Hungrily kissing her lips. The contact ended too soon for him and he growled, wanting more. Opening his eyes, he saw the most alluring sight. His sister was flustered, her tongue still hadn’t retreated back in to the safety of her mouth and he noticed the thin string of saliva connecting his and hers. “That’s playing dirty, V,” he growled and licked his lips, standing up. His sister only grinned and licked her own lips, “So, and like getting me riled up isn’t?” she scolded, standing also and brushing herself off. She fixed her tiara and then looked at Damien, though no one else could tell what she was looking at exactly. “Damien, can you get our stuff? Pweeaase?” she begged and pouted, using a voice her brother couldn’t say no to. His eye twitched a bit before he gave in and nodded, “Sure.”
Damien made quick work of removing the last two trunks, setting them on the ground by the other. One of the trunks held training equipment and attire, while the other two held his and Vitani’s belongings. This treaty was not going to be done in one day. Negotiations were to be made and that would take a while. Assanyans are not too keen on giving out anything that is from their culture. They take pride in their culture and having it tainted sickens them. They have caught spies who have tried to steal plans for their training facilities and equipment. Others have tried to figure out the secret of weighted clothing. The attire felt like normal fabric, though it weighs much more than any other fabric. Even Damien’s clothing was weighted. If you were to guess the material, it would be leather. His pants, his jacket, his belt. All leather. Weighted gloves and weighted boots. His attire weighed in total 300 lbs even. Why is it that he can carry more than Vitani, yet Vitani is is stronger? Vitani is precise and quick, able to multiply the force behind each kick and punch due to the velocity. She normally does not use a weapon, though when she does, it is her staff. A core of lead and an outer layer of steel. The heavy core can cause a crushing force and multiply the force. The steel protects her from the deadly lead. Blue eyes moved over his sister. It still astounded him how such a small body could hold so much power. He has seen his sister take on warriors three times her size and drop them with a single kick. Though anyone who challenges her is a damn fool. Even he wouldn’t take her on, except for a simple spar every now and then.
The pale haired queen was not happy with these arrangements, staying at an enemy castle. Though they had a temporary truce happening now until the peace treaty was signed and settled, she would not trust anyone in this castle. Behind her, two stronger servants pulled two of the trunks, while her brother pulled the last. A female in a long white coat also accompanied them. A scientist who was doing a study on the Lee family. Vitani allowed her to come along, only so she could complete her study and leave. Having this woman always on her tail was disturbing. Reaching the entrance of the castle, large double doors were presented to her. Her smile returned as two guards moved in her way, “State your purpose!” one ordered and her smile became a sadistic grin. “I am Queen Vitani of the Lee Dynasty, Leader of Assanya. I am here to negotiate and hopefully sign a Peace Treaty between my kingdom and Trinity,” she stated and tilted her head up. The guards seemed a bit disturbed since they could only see her grin and those ‘fangs’. Her eyes were completely hidden behind her long bangs. Finally they bowed and moved out the way, opening the doors for Vitani and her company. Entering the castle, she looked around at the design and scowled a bit. She could already tell this was going to be a pain in the a**. Her eyes searched for the King, she expected to be greeted by his majesty. Raising a hand, she snapped her fingers. The sharp sound resonated through the grand hall and a few heads turned. “Since your king has failed to greet me, I expect to be led to my room where I will be staying. Normally the King’s adviser would lead, but it seems he is missing also. So, if any of you know of where I, Queen Vitani, will be spending my days here at the castle, please step forward,” she ordered, explaining herself thoroughly.
Quickly, one of the servants stepped forward, having felt the dangerous aura around the woman. The servant’s eyes glanced at her chest, second thinking her gender for a few moments. He felt her presence suddenly become more threatening and his eyes moved to the nearly formed frown that was painted on her features. Swallowing hard, he quickly bowed, “This way, Madam,” he urged and led the queen down a hall that led to the east tower. All the while, the guests’ eyes examined the castle with slight distaste. It held so many unnecessary things and none of them could spot where the scientists worked and developed technology, nor could they find any training facilities on earthier of the floors. It was all so unproductive. They had reached the sixth floor, the servant constantly chatted on, explaining what was on each floor and its purpose. It seemed the castle was set up by class, somewhat like the Royal palace back in Assanya, but still… nothing was productive here. The guards were weaklings and as far as she could tell, servants seemed to rule each floor. There were so many. Were the majority of Trinity’s people so weak or stupid that they are lowered to this level? It was pathetic. Vitani’s frown deepened and she growled, hating the fact that she would be negotiating with such a useless country. They should be looking to better themselves, not allow their people to stay at this level. Glancing back at her two favorite servants, she sighed. They had chosen to be servants, having retired from the Armada. Assanyans have a natural need to work till they die. It makes them happy, that they could serve some purpose all through their life. Their race lives well in to their hundreds, since their bodies are always kept in shape. Up another flight of stairs and the servant described the seventh floor. It homed many of the important inhabitants and the King’s Favorites. “Favorites?” she repeated, requesting he explain this term. The servant paused a bit before continuing to walk, glancing back at the pale haired queen. He could feel her gaze on him, but her hair kept him from confirming that feeling. “Well… the King’s Favorites are those chosen by the king himself. It is usually those who he favors or has taken a particular liking to. They are given more freedom than anyone in the castle, but must obey and show loyalty to the King.” The servant did not know everything about the favorites, except that seemed to have more rights than anyone in the castle. They could roam freely, had no duties or responsibilities, except those from the King. The Favorites were spoiled. As if she had read his mind, the Queen’s words were like an echo. “So, these Favorites are pretty much spoiled by their dear King. Are they as useless as the rest of these beings I have seen?” she stated critically and tapping a clawed finger against her cheek. The servant seemed to wilt as she indirectly called him useless. A hand fell on his shoulder and he jumped, nearly falling down the steps to his death. But a firm grip stopped him. Opening his eyes, he was surprised to see the Queen’s grinning face. “Don’t take it personally. I’m sure you’d be very useful if you were allowed the correct resources,” she assured him. It seemed to brighten his mood and he moved faster up the steps until they reached the eighth level of the castle: Their destination. It held the royal suites. The servant swallowed deeply, a bit scared. He had never been on this floor, it was prohibited. “Y-your suite is…” he began, drifting as he led them down the hall and to a pair of heavy double doors. Ebony wood and golden knobs. Vitani stepped forward and gripped the knob, turning and surprisingly, the door was unlocked. It swung open, not making a sound and stepping in, she realized why the door was open. A few of the king’s maids were still tidying up the place.
Damien pulled the heavy trunk in to the suite and set it down, against a wall before turning and watching the bustling maids. It was like watching chickens scurrying around, always moving and trying to avoid being caught. Though the most entertaining part was how one would fix something and another come and fix the same thing again. His blue eyes moved to look at his sister. The Queen was grinning and he could tell she was amused with the free show. Turning back to the bustling maids, he heard two more thumps as their personal servants set down the other two trunks. The maids did not stop, unaware that were being watched. Finally, Damien grew annoyed and cleared his throat. They did not hear him and he growled, “HEY!!!” his booming voice caught their attention and they quickly froze, turning scared eyes to gaze at the group of on lookers. Damien smiled a bit, though a twitch at the corner of his mouth told he was irritated. “Out,” he ordered and for a few seconds they did not move, but as his eyes narrowed dangerously and a growl emanated from his throat. The maids quickly escaped the room before the man snapped. Sighing, he ran his fingers through his long hair before gripping a chunk and calming down.
“Smooth Damien,” a voice teased and his blue eyes shot a small glare at his sibling. She only smiled and turned to her servants, the two stood at attention, awaiting orders. “Finish what those maids started and then unpack the trunks. We will be here for some time. I will assign your bedrooms when the time comes,” she ordered, nodding to them and they replied with their own nod before beginning on the task. Turning, she peeked over her shoulders at the scientist who was busy examining the architecture. “Deviant, you are free to roam. I believe you are strong enough to hold yourself against anyone who attacks?” she suggested. Deviant nodded her head, “Yes, my Queen. If I fail to have the strength, I am sure I can outwit them,” she assured, earning an approving nod from Vitani. Now that that was done, Vitani could take her own little tour of the castle. She was curious of these “Favorites”. She wondered if any could fight, she wouldn’t mind a little spar to get her blood pumping after such a long ride to this blasted country. Raising a hand, she waved to Damien, signaling him to come with her. Once outside the room, she spoke, “These favorites have sparked my curiosity. Let’s visit the seventh floor,” she grinned playfully as she and her brother’s steps synced.
Damien’s lips curled in to a smile that mimicked his sister’s and nodded. “Sure, hopefully they’re not a bunch of useless weaklings. We might even find scientist material,” he commented, reaching the stairs and descending, never falling out of step beside his sister. He could see her shrug beside him.
“As if it will matter, it is not like we are going to take any home to Assanya. They wouldn’t survive. Having lived such a leisurely life. If they were brought to our home, they would be new to work and would need to be trained. Plus, we do not their mannerisms. I would rather not introduce any race to our population that will anger our people,” she scowled at the thought of an uprising. Those who did work and pull their weight were looked down up on. That is why they work hard and it gives them pleasure. A sense of fulfillment. Everyone contributes to the community, pushing them forward instead of stepping back. She quickened her pace as she went down the sitairwell, her brother matching her move for move.
“True,” he agreed and sped up, taking on his sister’s challenge and he began to sprint and jump down the stairs. He knew she was on his tail and soon he could see the exit that led to the seventh floor. “Ha! I’m go-“ he was cut off as he felt a heavy boot hit his head before seeing his sister leap off him like a diving board, flipping through the door and landing gracefully on her feet. He blinked, everything seemed to move in slow motion until finally he saw hard coming closer to his face. Quickly putting out his hands, he stopped his fall and a possibly scarring experience. “That was cheating, V!” he growled and stood, jumping down to the entrance and stepping in to the hall with her. His sister size is a rarity in their kind. So small and flexible, graceful and slimly built, yet she held so much strength. And her brain held so much intelligence. It was a wonder what was going through her mind. Her eyes hidden for a one reason. So no one could tell what she was thinking or what she was planning. Eyes are a window to the mind and give away so much, so she grew out her bangs. She discovered this when she was ten and her eyes were damaged in a fight. She had to wear bandages, unable to see for nearly a year as her eyes healed. In that year, her senses had become keener and who ever she fought could not guess her movements, since they had the knowledge that Vitani’s eyes gave her away. But her eyes were not seen, so that advantage was gone. After that, she grew out her bangs and she has worn her hair like this for 5 years now. But it was the way she was built that gave her even more advantage. Her speed enhanced and her agility magnificent.
“You’re just a sore loser,” she teased before stepping with her left foot and heading down the hall. Her brother was taller than her by a maybe a head and half, maybe taller than that. All she knows is that she reaches just under his chest and he’s about 6’2 or 3”. She just poked his chest a few times as he frowned at her. She trailed a finger up along his neck and smiled as the feather light touch made her older sibling shudder and close his eyes. “Now, let’s get back on track, shall we?” she heard him growl in response. His blue eyes locked on her and he growled once again before nodding and following his sister down the hall. Some parts of the floor were absolutely gorgeous and lavishly decorated, while others were plain. Obviously, even the floors were based on status. After a bit, she close to turning and returning to her suite, but two people came in to view. One a man with a blonde hair and the other a woman, ruby eyes. She arched a brow, they seemed to be waiting on something and she wanted to know what. Maybe the room they were so anxious to enter was a Favorite’s? And maybe that man with the young girl could put a decent fight for a spar? Many possibilities. Damien saw his sister was looking in the general direction of two forms, a man and a woman. He already had an idea of what she was thinking and simply advanced with her towards the two. Tilting her head a bit as she came to a stop behind the two, she glanced around. “Hm… seems this person is quite high on status to have been roomed here?” she stated to get their attention. Her voice a bit mocking as she spoke. The grin that stretched her lips and showed off her fangs never leaving. Once they turned to her, she began her introduction, “I am Queen of Assanya, Demon of War, Vitane Lee of the Lee Dynasty,” she introduced fully before waving a hand to her brother who grinned sadistically down at the young female with ruby eyes. “Damien Lee, my brother and bodyguard. Head of the Armada,” she introduced. “We are here to negotiate with King Vincent, if you are wondering. But I am taking a little tour. Would this happen to be one of those Favorites’ rooms?” she questioned, glancing at the door.
Damien grinned down at the girl before leaning over and moving a strand of hair from her face, “Fragile little thing, though still taller than you, Sis,” he teased and continued to grin. He knew Vitani would not lose her temper with him, though he doubted she would be so merciful with others. Turning his blue eyes black to the girl, he chuckled as he stared in to her ruby eyes, searching for any sign of strength. Pulling away, he stood at his full height, obviously bored with the girl. Vitani lifted her head, “Your names? It is only polite to introduce yourself,” she urged the two. She had a friendly smile on her lips, but one of those fangs gently poked her lip, making sure it was known. She had could hear her brother mumble something, but ignored it.
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•damien•"heartbreaker"•lee•║
"I'll be the one that's gonnahold you║
I'll be the one that you run to║
My love is║
A burning in consumming fire"║
