Christine Angelique Sonata//Demon of Pride (sds_pride) wrote in arillius, @ 2008-01-19 10:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | christine, liza, § seven deadly sins, • (p) week 10, › thursday |
Week Ten; Thursday; Christine [narrative]
Who: Christine Sonata-Barker
When: Evening, Thursday, Week Ten
Where: Syn's manor
What: One of the servants took something out of Christine's room. That's a very big no-no. She's not happy about it at all.
Notes: If any of the other Sins are at home, they're free to have either heard this commotion or know about it later.
Her room was in shambles now, which for Christine was a far cry from the usual orderly almost precision with which she kept many of her personal effects. It was simply easier to find things if everything had a place and was in it. Of course, that meant that something missing was noticed, immediately. She had risen, just before sunset, there were no windows in her room to worry about the sun still being up, and had gone to her vanity to brush her hair.
Her silver hairbrush that was always placed right to the left side of the mirror next to her jewelry case was gone. At first, she had just looked at the empty space, unsure of what exactly to make of this particular intrusion in her private space. Of course, she remembered very clearly placing the brush right back in its assigned place once she was done with it the night before. So where was her hairbrush?
The servants were allowed in her room, allowed yes, but they were not to touch anything on her vanity or her work table. They were free to dust the shelves of bottles and books, change the bed linens, make sure that her clothing was well taken care of. Otherwise, they were to simply stay away from her private space. Yet apparently one of them had decided to take it upon themselves to remove her hairbrush from her vanity. The audacity.
It took only a moment for one little arm to sweep the rest of the vanity clear, the sounds of bottles breaking, and the jewelry case itself landing on the floor with a resounding clatter the testament to the towering unhappiness in her. Minutes later, she had pulled apart nearly the entire room, the only thing spared being her work table and the pieces of the former butler upon it. The corpse, which had regained its ability to talk under her ministrations, had wisely kept his mouth very well shut during the display. He was unfortunately not positioned properly to have seen who had slipped the little mistress's hairbrush off her vanity table and thus could offer no insight.
Leaving her room a horrific mess, Christine then went looking for her brush. The few servants who were about moved like little animals in the face of a much larger predator for all that she stood over a head shorter than some of them. Size had little to do with how much damage could be done in this particular world. Especially when it was the world of Syn's manor and Syn's wife/pet/favored creature was the angry one. None had ever seen her move like that, with the speed in her step and the stalk in her stance. She was generally the happy one, the one who was not to be trifled with but largely forgiving of many, many perceived slights. Tonight, she was forgiving nothing and the person who had dared to do this thing was going to spend a good long time regretting a decision that had probably only taken them seconds to make.
The servants had their own quarters, a bunch of shared rooms where they hid themselves when they weren't busy. This place was one where it was far too easy to end up on someone's dinner plate or practice target if you weren't careful. After all, the butler who was actually one of Syn's favored servants had all too recently been completely dismembered by the Lady Raphaella. If being one of Syn's favored couldn't save you, disappearing like smoke in a breeze could. At least, for a little while.
A few gathered at the doorway as she went through their things, only to want to immediately disappear when she found what she was looking for. A silver hairbrush, little fingers ran over the soft bristles, then around to the back where the carved woman's face was. It was a part of a set, an old set that had been around longer than any of the servants really. It was nearly as old as she herself. A set of antique silver which had been a gift to her. Very, very important.
"Who took it," her little voice sounded so large in the room where only the thudding of heartbeats that were going far too fast seemed to reign. "Who?"
A girl was pushed forward, she was new, obviously she didn't know that no one was supposed to touch the Mistress Christine's personal things. No one. The girl had probably seen it and taken it before she could even truly think of what it meant to steal in this particular household.
"What's your name," just the weight of Christine's gaze at that moment was enough to make the girl cower. She had never really been in the presence of one of the Sins yet. Just staying among the servants, one of the faceless invisible people who lived in the manor and made it run. Her throat was too stopped up to answer the question. Then there was that smile on Christine's little face, that sweet like candy smile which promised that everything was going to be fine. The smile was oh so often true but tonight it was a lie, a deadly lie. "No matter," she waved the question away, as if it were unimportant and snapped one hand out to grab the girl by her arm and drag her forward. "It's Liza now. You're my new pet."
Pet. It was a word that was said at times, but in the manor of Syn it had a totally different connotation. In the real world, there were domesticated cats, dogs, birds, well animals really. In the supernatural world, it was perfectly acceptable to have a pet demon, human, werewolf, whatever suited one's fancy if you were good enough to catch it and strong enough to keep it. The way 'Liza' shivered at the sound of that word just helped to illustrate exactly what there was to fear from such a creature as Christine. So many took for granted that she was a nice, pretty, little doll of a woman who wouldn't hurt a fly. They didn't get to see her work, so how could they possibly now that the Christine that they knew was like the sugar frosting and the person who she could be was the poison hiding under it? "But first," she nearly whispered the words. "I have something that needs to be done."
The sound of Liza's face breaking against the hairbrush sent the other servants scurrying from the room finally, the spell broken.
As Pride, Christine had learned how to break every bone in a person's body at least once without killing them, which included the skull and the spine. For this particular endeavor, however, she left the girl's spine intact. Left her hands intact as well. She couldn't walk, but that hardly mattered now, did it?
"Come," Christine stepped away from her, the sleeping gown she had been dressed in was now slightly sweaty from Liza's sweat and the sound of Liza's screams had fallen stopped bouncing back from the stone walls.
"Mistress, I can't," the words were barely understandable, her jaw had been broken as well.
"Oh yes you can or I will leave you here and then when I return I'll cut you apart piece by piece and feed you to the dogs." There were other heartbeats close by, undoubtedly those who had returned to see the spectacle. After all, it wasn't them on the receiving end, thus it was okay, right?
"Mistress," that begging tone was hardly softening Christine's little heart; in fact, it was making her want to step on the girl's neck and have done with it.
"You took it from my room and now you will put it back," with that, she put the handle of the brush in the girl's mouth and walked away. "Be quick about it, Liza. Otherwise, you give me more time to think of other things to do to you."