seraphina ( elder demon ) (serpentina) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2015-03-26 01:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-17, lazarus, seraphina |
my claws creeping down where it's warm
Who: Lazarus and Seraphina
When: Mid-morning
Where: Seraphina's penthouse, Hotel di Sei Ali
Warning: Violence (at minimum), with the potential for graphic violence and bloodshed (just covering bases for now).
Seraphina was not the kind of mother who doted on her children, at least not in the sense that most would use the word. Though she made herself present for certain offspring at varying degrees of time, it was only ever when doing so proved useful to her. The demon-blooded spawn she produced with humans rarely saw her outside of when she saw fit to play with them and the men she had duped into caring for them. Her demonic children spent more time with her, knew her better, but still, Seraphina used them to her own ends. Her current game was a perfect example of this. Obviously, she had no desire to reconnect with Søren, nor did she want to mother his daughter Alicia. She merely wanted to push the two of them as much as she thought possible. And Lazarus was here to help her with that.
It wasn’t often that Seraphina was willing to make concessions for other people. Actually, it was never that she did such things. She knew that Lazarus despised using his cellphone, but the only reason she sent for him to join her in her room, instead of texting, was because the conversation she needed to have with him was one better suited for face-to-face interaction. The succubus was curious as to how her son had been spending his days and, more importantly, what he had discovered during his exploration of Alicia’s dreams. She hoped, for his sake, that he had much to report; she was in no mood to punish him, but that wasn’t to say that she would hesitate if need be.
“Where should I put this, ma’am?”
Seraphina looked up at the room service attendant after lighting the end of her cigarette. She took a long drag, then smiled as she blew out the smoke and leisurely pointed over toward the table. If the boy knew the creature he was speaking to, he would not have trusted the warm, pleasant expression. He’s new, she thought to herself after pondering how in the hell he wouldn’t know where to place the tea for brunch. That was not to excuse his behavior. Just as she set certain standards for her own life, Seraphina expected the best out her employees. They were to be vetted and trained to be the best service employees possible. How could she claim to run a five-star hotel when room service didn’t know how to set a table?
“What’s your name?” Her voice was dark, husky as she stood and crossed the room over to the boy.
“Lucas.” He smiled, as if there was something to be proud of. Maybe it was because of the slightest nudge of lust she was pushing toward him, or the fact that she had elected to remain in her nightgown for the better part of the morning, but he was more relaxed than he should have been. She could have snapped his neck just at that expression, but she made mental note of his name, his face, and logged it away for later use. Lucas would see her again later, but it would not be here working at this hotel.
She ran her fingers under the edge of his uniform lapel. “You are aware that you need to serve the tea, once my company arrives, yes?”
He seemed to hesitate a moment -- not a good sign. “I can, if you’d like.” Very bad sign. Seraphina took another long drag as her eyes narrowed. Perhaps she should handle this problem sooner rather than later. Before she could finalize her decision, the sound of the door opening and closing announced the arrival of her son. Lazarus was the only person who could get away with entering her penthouse without being allowed entrance -- that, and she had given him permission to let himself in.