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Sitting as still as he could, his soul being carefully prodded at and checked, he never felt more uncomfortable. The Doctor and Nurses clueless to his breaking soul, the upside-down heart owning a crack a third the length of his soul. He was a royal, a soon to be married royal, why would he have any reason to be so hopeless that affected his soul to the extent of breaking?
Monsters and their souls were different from any human, hopelessness, even nonlife-threatening depression can have a chance of death. The monster and their magic depending on the HoPe in their soul. Relying on it to live.
With the way his soul was going, he was going to fall down soon.
“My prince,” His doctor started, “This may be a more personal question and out of bounds, however, for your health, I need to know.” He nodded in acceptance, and the doctor seemingly tried to prepare for asking the question, “W-well… pardon me for this but… Are there other women in your life aside from Princess Cora?” They shyly asked, before trying to take it back.
Neil sat even more still than before. He could lie about it, but this is his doctor, who needs to know for his health. He could very well die from this.
“Yes,” The King to be finally replied, “But I’m keeping their identity to the grave. They will remain a secret as long as they can be.” The doctor nodded politely, accepting the answer.
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“Neil?” His fiance tentatively asked, “Are you sure it isn’t Edwin?”
The Prince gave no verbal response, but flinched a small degree, his aid in the room and sitting nearby, the servant starting to gain a handsome blue blush across his cheekbones.
“What do you mean? We are many things, Ce’.” He brushed off, going back to reading his book, leaning slightly against his servant. Enough to get some comfort, but not enough for someone to notice the action was more than platonic.
“Well… Your doctor told me about your soul...” He tried to bring up, looking nervous.
“It’s nothing.” The air started to grow cool, surprisingly so for the time of year.
“If your soul’s cracking-”
“It doesn’t matter.” The temperature dropped, and he felt Edwin move and notice what was happening, trying to comfort him to the best he can in the situation.
“Yes it-”
“Not it doesn’t!” He jumped up, dark forms of magic sharpened and pointed at Cecil, air well near freezing. His anger burning and defensive.
He heard someone get up and turned to his servant, blinded by rage and nearly attacking when Edwin pulled him into a tight hug, grip strong from years of training to be by his side. To be his guard. To be his aid. To be his.
The soothing warmth hit him like a large wave, pulling him into a lull of calm. The tendrils behind him retreating and flowing back to his soul, the air warming up once more.
Sluggishly slow, Neil hugs him back, holding him just as tight and hooking his hands together behind his back as well as chin over his shoulder, not letting him go for anything. They ease down to the floor and just holding each other. The servant comforting his Prince and pulling him into his lap, whispering sweet nothings and slowly rocking the other, letting him ease to a state of calm.
The servant looked up from the floor and to Cecil, who was standing in shock, unbelieving of what had just happened. He gave a sorrowful look and plead with his eyes for forgiveness of what he was doing before directing his gaze back down to the floor and closing his eyes, focusing on comforting what was his and what he belonged to.
The Princess continued to stare before his expression morphed to something akin to realization, joy, and understanding.
“Don’t worry,” He whispered, knowing only Edwin would be able to hear him, the Prince to lost in his ease and thoughts to listen, “I already knew… I just didn’t know who. You can love him a way I don’t know how to, take him by all means.” They smiled, walking around them and moving out of the room to leave them be.
When Cecil walks away far enough, the aid gave his Prince a small peck to his cheek, smiling into the embrace. Not a minute later, Neil unhooks his chin and gives a smirk, moving in for a purposeful kiss back.
The Princess laughs softly before they close the door, knowing how to help his fiance now, and knowing how he can be happy.
((This is told from the perspective of Helna, a succubus who is part of what Athaeda refers to as her “Unusual Little Family”))
Helna watched as the figure of the gentleman, if you could still call him that after what she’d heard, departed into the shadows of Duskwood. Her hooves, heavy as they were, made little sound against the soft darkened grass. The shimmer of fel magic dissipated and she was no longer cloaked in invisibility, unconcerned with remaining hidden now that the male had left.
“Sweetling?.. Little Aeda-bell...?” She mustered her sweetest tone which lingered low and heady; she was still a succubus.
She frowned-disgusted at a puddle of recent sick by the door and waved a hand at the sharply dressed imp as he went about trying to clean it. Dropping to a half kneel and careful not to dirty herself; she spoke to her fellow fiend, flat-questioning and stern. “She is still inside? And whole?”
Gelkin, the imp in question, looked extremely displeased with his task and was made all the more-so by the interruption which would only slow him down.
“Yes, yes. The miss is fine. Very sad. Yes, very sad. But fine.” He retorted quick and sharp in his small and shrill voice. He made to re-busy himself with the cleaning, nodding curtly in a dismissal of the larger demoness.
That answer was satisfying enough for Helna that she felt confident walking into the shack. Its cozy fabric-lined walls, the smell of roses and sage, the cramped-closeness of everything inside the tiny one-room home made it feel more as a nest than a house. The elven woman was there. She was only a girl in the eyes of the towering demoness and a foolish girl at that, nearly a thousand years she’d spent defending this family. She’d watched, waited, and fought on their behalf. She’d obeyed commands from those lesser than her and it ripped through her with a bitterness she couldn’t express from within her old-summoned binds.
She wore too many bells, Helna considered, as she often did. It made her all the more difficult to guard when she sounded like a wind-chime wandering among the trees. Quickly, as was her way in most things, she disregarded her own distaste for the girl’s decisions and set about her set task: The sworn and bound defense of this little damned thing.
The girl sat in a pile of pillows, strewn across the floor, that had been tucked neatly into her basket-bed when Helna had left. What a weak and wretched thing she appeared to be; she’d wrapped herself in her blanket and lay curled on her side clinging tightly to a pillow as if the object had some comfort to offer her. Helna could only sigh, rolling her eyes with full knowledge that the girl would not look up and witness such scorn.
“Athaeda-bell…” Helna spoke to the meek and whimpering creature who was her charge. Her voice was as kind as she could make it, in consequence, one who was listening might mistake it for a lover’s address. “You’ve made a mess, sweetling. Tell me, what happened?” It wasn’t a question that needed asking but Athaeda didn’t know that and Helna had been commanded to keep certain secrets. “Did the male upset you? Shall I go hunting for him?” She quite liked that thought as she spoke it. It had, after all, been so very long since that other poor boy had experienced her remorseless touch. She licked her lips at the thought and was unable to withhold her darkly-low chuckle as the elf gave her a look of concerned displeasure.
“Don’t, Helna. Please… Not now.” Athaeda answered rather than addressing the query, tucking herself further into her own arms.
The succubus refrained from rolling her eyes but the wave of lusting-fire that rippled through her core forced itself out in a huffed breath. “Athaeda… I’ve told you. I’ve told you every time you’ve brought a male home that they cannot be trusted. I’ve told you and your mother tried to tell you. Sweetling; foolish girl… When will you listen?” Her kind words remained but there was a razored warning-edge in them now.
“What did you tell him? Something to kill his desire for you, certainly?” Helna had precious few chances to exercise her spite and did so with little reservation. “Did you inform him that you’ve been tainted? That you are no sweet maid but a ruined thing? Is that what repulsed him so? Made himself sick at the thought of you? I must say I’m impressed. I did not think you so skilled in the art revulsion, my little Aeda-bell!” She let the venom roll gleefully from her tongue, growing in enthusiasm as she prodded at the little elf in her suffering.
Athaeda turned her gaze toward the succubus but kept her lying position in the space that had so recently been occupied by two rather than one.
“Helna, must you always?..” The elf’s void-touched eyes looked little more than weary though tears clung, unshed, to her water-lines. “It wasn’t me that made him sick… and it’s cruel of you to say so.”
Helna raised a naturally sculpted eyebrow at Athaeda and her red-painted pout twisted itself into a knowing-vicious smirk. Her tone shifted as well, lifting from it’s lover’s tenderness to one of mockery. “Well, I can hope, can’t I? That at least one of them will have some sense before I have to remove them? You surely won’t. Pleading-lonesome thing that you are, little sweetling. Do you think he saw it? The weakness in you? The reason I had to whisk you away, lest the lynx catch you and do all the worse for your attack on him?” There was blood in the water now, Helna knew. She’d struck a nerve and the elf would be in ruin for the rest of the night if she left it there.
It saddened her that she couldn’t do exactly that, bound to her charge as she was, she took a breath and softened. Old magic kept her from being anything more than simply mean for meanness sake but if she was honest she did not despise the girl so. Rather, she found her slight nature and tender bearing bothersome to her own task and wished to see it dispelled. It was her thinking the best way to go about that was to break her of it, it would have to work eventually.
Helna lowered herself down onto the dirt-packed floor and sat across from the teary eyed elf. Upward she brought her arms, gesturing for the girl to draw near. “You know I only say these things for fear of you. You are my responsibility, Aeda-bell. So, I ask again, must I hunt him? I could bring you whatever of him you wished to keep. Perhaps one of his eyes? You seemed very fond of them. Or.. Something else?” She tried very hard to refrain from laughing, it was a dark bit of humor and she enjoyed it thoroughly at Athaeda’s expense.
“That isn’t funny…” Athaeda shook her head and while she did sit up and begin piling pillows back into their rightful place, she did not go to the monstrous feminine creature who was family to her. She kept the old blanket over her shoulders and stared at the succubus.
Helna felt slightly proud of her for that. There had been a time when the woman would’ve come to her. Would have laid against her as surely as she laid against her own mother. She made no motion to comfort her then, she was growing. It was slow, painfully so for the demoness, but it was happening. Perhaps this one would hurt her in the right ways. The ways the first had not. It was an interesting musing in the mind of the succubus. Perhaps this pair would be more entertaining to watch. Still, if pressed, she would do her duty. She always had. They all had.
“Will you rest tonight, sweetling?” She spoke calmly. “Or shall I have Gelkin light the incense and begin brewing your restful blend?”
Athaeda shook her head and her response was only a whisper. “I do not know that I will sleep. I do not know that I would welcome the dreams. No, I’ll be on my own tonight. You do as you will.”
“Very well. Goodnight, Athaeda. If sleep finds you, may it be a better lover than your newly scorned friend.” She rose up onto her hooves and left the shack without hesitating for anything more.
I made a fanfiction on November 25, 2016, just got a new comment on it. This story is a few years old and completed. I am absolutely thrilled that someone is in the comments expressing their love and excitement for the events in the story!
Their comments have me fueled with a creative bliss that makes me want to write even more!
And they only made two comments, chapters apart.
"Maybe have Ink or Error later?"
They probably responded to an old authors note on chapter 32.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS!!!"
They read chapter 41 where Ink made an appearance.
The story I speak of is called Kept Secrets, located on Quotev.
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My friend on Quotev and I are gonna discuss plot ideas and starting points for A Twist In Fate (an undertale multiverse fanfic) in the morning and I couldn't be more excited!
Originally I had added her as a co-author pretty late in the book, Kept Secrets, so I already had a predetermined ending and plot, and sadly because of this her ocs didnt get to really grow in the story.
But now we're starting fresh from the beginning. There will probably still be a lot if breaking the forth wall though, I just found that way too fun to do! Having the characters talk directly to the readers and even chat to the ones brave enough to comment!
Kept Secrets was very fun, dramatic, and even heart wrenching at times and it was very interactive with the readers. I really hope to bring that same kinda energy to A Twist In Fate.
