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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖊 — 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝟏𝟔𝟖𝟖
"You look as though you've seen the devil, mi lady," My soul found its body, releasing me from the vision within seconds. I had become a master at shifting from the wakeful sleep, to reality. Danny leaned against the doorframe of my bedroom, chuckling to himself. I wondered for a moment what my maid would say if I told her she had been right, and by the look in his eyes, Danny was wondering the same thing.
"Leave us," I hummed, fixing the curve of my hair in the reflection of the mirror. She didn't protest. After a swift curtsy, the small woman was closing the door behind her, and scurrying to the kitchen. There had been rumors going around the estate about us. Their whispered voices spoke of witchcraft, sacrifices, and satanic worship among other things. Some of the stories would get close, but none could fully encapsulate the sinful truth, and their human minds wouldn't be able to conjure it up, anyway.
"What was said?" Danny's breath had the faint smell of blood, causing my throat to blaze with hunger. I clenched my jaw, pushing the thoughts away before turning my attention to him. I told him how the conversation went, and he listened attentively. The plan was quite simple— at the party tomorrow night, He and I needed to kill the one person who seemed untouchable. Honoré Fabri, a French controversialist, the guest of the night, and our unfortunate target. Danny shrugged, pulling a grape off of its stem from the bowl on my vanity, and sunk his teeth into it. The violet liquid dripped down his chin, before being caught by his sleeve. It had been a few years in the estate, and the taste of fresh grapes still sung on my tongue, despite the many times I had eaten them.
"Judgement will rule tomorrow's celebration. Let's give our servants something else to talk about." It was somewhat of a game to my brother, but his dedication could never be matched with any one else. No matter how different our methods were, one thing was true above all else; we worked best together. The harder the task, the more exciting. It was written in fate that tomorrow would, in fact, be a memorable day for us all.