#theprinceofwrath

[anathairsa]

Shades of cool

It had taken nearly all of River’s very limited self control to wait until the early hours of the morning to slip out of his suite. 500 years ago the castle would still be busy at this time but now the masters were likely asleep. Still, River took care to avoid the guards as he headed to Syd’s suite with his gift in hand.

River didn’t bother knocking as he used his key to slip in - his husband would have felt him approaching anyway - and simply slipped inside. After being constantly on the move the familiarity of the suite was comforting in a way he hadn’t expected. The reaper took a seat on one of the couches and placed the long fabric wrapped box on the coffee table in front of him. 

“Syd!” River called out. His non-existent patience had already worn thin so if his voice was a bit whiny, oh well. And if Syd was entertaining company then they’d simply have to be disposed of.

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[drluciengaudet]

Lucien had planned to wear a much different outfit to the mabon festival. One that would attract the eye of his sire, but had been side tracked in his lab. Per usual Kaden did what he wanted without consulting Lucien meaning he’d left the suite and the 10k suit he was told to wear. Lucien was in his own gray bespoken suit and did not change since he was fully intending to pull Kaden from the party and back to his suite so they could arrive as he intended.

Of course when he arrived the place was packed and it would be no easy feat to find his slave. Lucien was no hunter or tracker. He scanned the crowd for the fool, but of course it wouldn’t be easy and there was no way he would walk through the crowd to bump shoulders with lesser creatures such as slaves that were not his own or staff. Annoyed and half furious at his slave Lucien walked over to the bar and ordered a blood coffee not wanting to break into wine yet, but Kaden was certainly pushing him that way. Once he was served he turned to head to an empty table, but didn’t make it that far. 

As if things in the castle weren’t chaotic enough. Lucien couldn’t keep his face blank, the shock showing in eyes slightly wider and his lips parted in a silent gasp as the cup fell from his hand. “Syd.” He breathed the name that had fallen from his tongue too many times. The man who had left and Lucien has chased to the Netherlands. He’d never mentioned coming back to the castle. His mind was anything, but blank though it was far too chaotic for Lucien to put anything into words. He just stared frozen at the ghoul.

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[raidenproulx]

Two Psychopaths walk into a bar (Raiden & Syd)

Raiden was heading to the strip club for a drink and to check out some of the new ass that had come into the castle. Heading down the hall he wasn’t really paying too much attention as he was looking through slave files on his phone when he glanced up and then did a second glance recognizing the back in front of him. “Whitechapel.” He chanced a call before the other turned his way looking annoyed until he recognized Raiden. The tribrid was rather happy to see the other or as happy as someone like him ever got with those kinds of things. He and Syd were friends in the as long as it’s beneficial to me way. Meaning should shit go south they would turn on each other just as quickly. It wasn’t something they shared, but he knew how he was and could assume Syd was exactly the same. 

“The fuck you up to shithead? Thought you were through with this place.” He said walking towards the other. “Hear I got councilman of Ukraine. Took your advice. Way better than bein a guard let me tell you.” He said then added. “Was a head to the strip club, have a few drinks, fuck a stripper or two before I head down to the croft. You wanna tag along or you got shit to do?”

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[anathairsa]

It had only taken 6 days for River to end up locked away inside one of the human-sized bird cages that lined the entrance to the Undercroft. If asked he would insist it wasn’t his fault. He’d warned the slave who had placed his futon down beside him in the dorm that he didn’t tolerate any interruption of his sleep. And the pathetic asshole had hiccupped and sobbed every. damn. night until River had gotten fed up.

If the guards had just let River continue to press the pillow over his face for a few more seconds they all would have been awarded blessed silence but instead they had hauled him off of his fellow slave and he’d earned himself a punishment.

Which brought him to where he was now. Having a staring contest with one of the guards who seemed deeply disturbed by the demon’s dead-eyed stare. Luckily for him, River’s attention was drawn by the feeling of a familiar soul coming closer.

It was electric. The moment their eyes met River was transported back in time, back to when they first met. Everything had felt new and fresh then, like he had never truly been living until Syd Whitechapel walked into his life. Oh. When had he become so numb? Was it the year long slumber? Or was just being away from his husband enough to suck the color out of every day life.

Fuck.

He was supposed to be angry. 

River cooly averted his gaze, looking once more to the guard he’d been harassing but he couldn’t return the dull look to his eyes even as he tried. His traitorous heart was betraying his countenance as he was sure Syd could hear it pounding quickly in his rib cage.

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[anathairsa]

“Fuck.” River paused at the door to Nico’s Delectables. Syd shouldn’t be here - at least not at this time - but if he could sense his husband’s soul then he was sure the tri-hybrid could sense him as well. Turning around now would be suspicious and the last thing the reaper wanted was for Syd to pry through his memories.

River gripped the door once again and pulled it open, muttering to Ember under his breath as they entered the bakery. “Just follow my lead.”

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[anathairsa]

Crawling back to you

River stood outside the door of his husband’s suite, contemplating every choice he’d made that led him to this moment and cursing his past self. There was absolutely no way he was staying in Avery’s suite with the wendigo while he was still vulnerable and exposed. And being in the Undercroft or the rest of the castle was hardly an option when there were horny masters and slaves around every corner. There really was only one safe...ish bet.

But had it been long enough. Two days was hardly the longest either had held out on the other and the full force of his husband’s anger was still fresh in River’s mind. 

With a heavy sigh he resigned himself to whatever this encounter would lead to and made himself known, stopping any effort to block Syd from their bond. If he was inside, he’d surely know River was there already but he reached out to knock on the door anyway.

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[drluciengaudet]

Lucien had just finished unpacking his things when Raiden had unceremoniously invited himself in and made a mess of things. He was the tribrid’s sire by definition, but that was all. Raiden treated him little different then he did the slaves and the master hated him for it. Just reinvigorating his need to find a way to pull apart the different beasts in him to make him nothing more than a human he would drink dry with a righteous sense of vindication.  As it was, he was left annoyed and hungry.

Redressing in a bespoke suite tailored by Camps de Luca, a little perturbed Raiden had ruined one of his Cifonelli’s, he decided to head down to the undercroft. It wasn’t that it couldn’t be replaced, but he would have to return to Paris for it and he’d just arrived at the castle. Plus the number of suits currently in his closet was odd and it bothered him more than it should.

Stepping out of his suite he near ran into a form one he recognized immediately and his distaste for the castle increased exponentially. Seemed it was full of mongrels. “Mister Whitechapel.” Lucien’s words cold as his features. He and the hybrid had a number of encounters due to both of their positions on the council, not to mention Raiden had brought the ghoul to his lab as well in France. Raiden was hard enough to deal with, but both were going to make his stay a challenge and he was staying because Lucien refused to be run off by the vulgar mongrels. His stature, pride, and stubbornness would never let him concede to the detestable pair.

“What a wonderful surprise.” His tone patronizing. “Despite how I would adore to reminisce with you I currently have more pressing engagements. If you would excuse me.” Lucien moving to step around him, but Syd moved with him effectively blocking his way. He was already livid from dealing with Raiden and that man only got under his skin half as much as Syd. The Frenchman's eyes narrowed. “I am in no mood for your games hybrid.”

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[raidenproulx]

Raiden had been doing his rounds when he saw a familiar form step out of a room. He knew Syd had come to the castle, but didn’t go out of his way to find him. It wasn’t Raiden’s style. Granted Syd was likely the person closest to a friend in his life, but that didn’t mean shit considering who he was. Still it was good to see the old friend. Specially now that he was a vampire. Syd was another that had suggested he make the change long ago, but Raiden was a stubborn asshole and it took him getting close to death for him to finally accept he needed to change or die. Now he had eternity and with Syd around, oh the trouble they’d get into. “The fuck are you doing here? Get tired of running slaves finally?” 

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