Thread: Of Angels and Demons- Moon/Krystal

Soleiyu was looking around rather curiously, and he paused to pluck a black rose off of one of the creeping vines and smiled as he gently tucked it into Krystal's hair, his head tilted a little. beautiful. he murmured softly to her, well aware of how nervous she must be. this was a lot bigger than a high school talent show after all. A Castle? no. Castles are cold and uncomfortable. you have a Mansion. he stated simply, Sol biting back the urge to laugh. who wants to sleep in rooms made out of cold stone? Roreck asked, completely uncaring that Sol was snickering at him. a Mansion is much more comfortable... it's one of the few things Axel got right during his reign. Roreck stated simply. you of course, have your pick of the rooms. though i would suggest the Master Suite. i have already purged every last trace of Axel out of there, so you don't have to worry about his germs. Roreck promised, Sol burying his face into Krystal's neck so he wouldn't burst into laughter. even as expressionless and emotionless as Roreck was, it was pretty obvious the man had hated Axel with a passion. Roreck was also very opinionated, which was what had Sol trying so very hard not to laugh. there is your home. Roreck stated as they reached the top of the hill. in front of them was the city, laid out like a postcard. hundreds, if not thousands of Demons where crawling all over the place. each one as strange as the last. some where walking about with humans on leashes, others had various animals. over there was a store that sold 'pets' and inside was a human male, who looked rather bored, a tiny dragon like creature, and a dog with three heads. no one paid any attention to them at all, especially as Roreck had paused, pulled a cloth out of his pocket, and tied it carefully around Krystal's 'tattoo' so that it was completely hidden from view. we do not want anyone to know who you are, until we can find you loyal guards. Roreck explained calmly. we do not want you to die too soon after all. i can't imagine what would happen if Malice took the throne. what kind of name is Malice? ...Axel named him. as if that explained everything... well, maybe it did. aren't you in line for the throne? no. while my mother did marry the last King of Demons, i was not his by birth or by blood. unless Krystal, and Malice both die, and there are no illegitimate heirs running about, i will never be in line for the throne... and for some reason, Sol thought that he heard just a touch of relief in Roreck's voice. now let us hurry to the Mansion. Roreck ordered as he led the way through the streets, heading for the massive black Manor on the hill. four floors tall, and almost fifty feet long, there was at least two hundred bedrooms alone. as soon as we have everything settled. we will hold the Inauguration. what needs to be settled? Sol asked, reaching into his tiny bag and pulling out a small notebook and pencil. the bag was too small to have held either, let alone to have fit his hand in there. Space reconstruction was one of the few things that Sol was very good at. so while the bag was tiny, the space inside could have held an entire house. first of all is dealing with the staff. she will personally pick a head maid, a head butler, a head chef, a head Gardner, a head treasurer, and of course pick a head for the Royal Guard and she must hand select at least five loyal personal Guards... Soleiyu was writing everything down at a fast pace. she has to set the taxes, look over the laws to see if there's anything she needs to change, hire a tutor, find advisers, decide upon the decal of the Manor, and then we worry about the party management of the inauguration... it is a massive party after all and every last Lord, Lady, and noble will be there. and if they are not invited they will throw a royal fit. here he actually, for a half a second... sounded annoyed. it will be the biggest party of the Eon so of course everyone is going to be excited. Sol grimaced at the amount of work to be done and shoved his notebook back into the bag before sweeping Krystal up off her feet and onto his back, offering her a smile as he gave her a piggy back ride, his soft feathers practically cocooning her.