Upon entering the Opera Epiclese a single word enters the mind; Classy. The architecture was refined and could only be described as the very height of technology, maintaining an ornate picture whilst avoiding dipping into ostentatious territory . A breath of fresh air considering the rest of the nation's frankly ridiculous attire and odd customs. Perhaps one would assume that a creature who works in providing pleasure and the fulfillment of desire would prefer something more gaudy, but that is not so.
Sebastian had originally been planning to avoid Fontaine in its entirety. The area reeked of a stuffy upper class, an over abundance of dogs, and an air of deep insecurity and imposter syndrome held by nearly every citizen. While the last of the list could be useful to a Contractual Demon, the other two were enough repellant to keep him far away.
That was until he heard of an interesting tale; the Chief Justice of the nation was supposedly not even mortal; let alone human. Apparently there were some frivolous rumors that Monsieur Neuvillette was the only male melusine in existence due to his fondness for them and such baseless drivel was laughable ( was Sebastian a cat due to his fondness for felines ? ). However, the other claim was certainly worthy of investigation. Sebastian's own research yielded that there had only ever been one individual who held the status of Chief Justice since the position's inception; and that person has continued to hold it for far longer than any normal lifespan would allow.
And that simply could not be ignored.
And so the Raven made his way to the origin of all waters and found himself taking a seat near the back of the court-opera house ( to remain as inconspicuous as possible, of course ). The people say to witness a trial in Fontaine is to not only see a grand display, but also see both the Chief Justice and the Archon in action. While Sebastian would prefer a private meeting, those are seldom with quite the waiting list. Even a creature such as he has limits to his influence, and with a much easier opportunity to be had, why bend over backwards?
Thus the demon kept good posture in his seat, a serene expression on his face as Fontanians poured in for the trial. A flurry of thoughts and desires filled the air, nothing worth pursuing; there were no high quality contract prospects here. This disappointment was quickly disregarded as the Chief Justice: Monsieur Neuvillette, entered to take his seat at the apex of the stage. Sebastian's eyes widened, he felt his body lean slightly closer to the stage, as if to get a better view.
Ethereal beauty does not begin to cover the sight before him, but aesthetics aside, there is something far more delicious to behold. This would be the entertainment Sebastian had been craving, finally something worth holding his interest. From empty, droning, dullness in his mind came a flood of questions, each more fervent than the last. What was the Chief Justice? Certainly not human, no, a light-touched being of some kind, or perhaps even greater.
At the very least, of this Sebastian was certain; Monsieur Neuvilette was no male-melusine.
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