EXECUTIONER

That is not what I meant. If you should know for a fact, I actually enjoy a side that her uncles did nothing but force her to control. This wasn't an arranged marriage, I didn't force Blair to say yes, monogamy is her choice. You know what...I've decided anything you, Ari, or even Sterling throw at me will have no bearing on my life. In fact, I'll personally request the First Mother to rescind permission allowing you three entry into this house. Go bother Mother or whatever it is you do these days.

Ugh, gag me. You keep telling yourself that, Rammy, but I know enough about how the two of you got married to know you weren't exactly truthful until after you mind-fucked her cousin. You've turned into such a terrible liar, but you're not the only one I visit in these halls. I've actually gotten quite a few acquaintances within the castle that are sure to overrule you when I've done nothing wrong to require such a ban, other than poking and prodding at my dear brother. Well, seeing as mother is dead, that first part is null. Whenever I get my fill of annoying you, I'm embarking on a special task from the Queen Mother herself.

If there is one word I could use to describe our family, it's petty. You're really enjoying this way too much, Uncle Kaniel, but if you should know...I'll make flashing the ring intentionally obvious so that's one bombshell detonated. As for the pregnancy...we'll casually drop the news by mentioning, say, color recommendations for the nursery or suggestions on the best diaper brands. Something casual out of nowhere. Hiding the pregnancy and watch his face when I suddenly show up with a round stomach tempts me more than you know, but this catches him real off-guard.

I am enjoying this too much; now I understand why my Prince loved certain siblings' drama more than others, but I wouldn't change it for the world. Oh, wonderful– the ring acts like the first initial blast while there's a timed release later on with the child– this is absolutely delightful and more than anything I could ever ask for. I'm so glad you're taking such a petty route; my brother does so deserve to have karma come after him, even if it's in a completely wholesome way you're going about with your little dhampir. You having a little life of your own, free from rules, reminds me that there's such a thing for me, too. Not that I could ever see myself raising rugrats of my own. They're too noisy.

The only reason we were meant to suffer being birthed into this dreadful world is our tolerance together so neither of us are alone to deal with Rammy. Making the vampire bastard disappear has become my life goal.

Then, how about we do something for us and make it both of our life goals to see Henrik disappear? It'll give us something to look forward to, even if it isn't as tasty as making our brother rue being an everlasting twat.

The Queen Mother was overenthusiastically insistent, assassin of Sloth. To be clear, I'm not in the market for a babysitter.

She is, but she means well– which is weird for me to say towards any maternal figure. I'm not a babysitter– babysitters really cage you to rules and tell you what not to do. I'm keeping a watchful eye, ensuring your safety.

I see that the Prince's most adorable obsessions with their loved ones came from you, in the highest compliment– I'd rather see more of you in them than their distasteful father. Have no worries, Queen Mother– I will watch over Nikolai's sibling as if she were my own.

Does every 'me' time session end orgasmically bloody? Poor Sabina, sweet dreams, cherie.

I made a special exception for my mother– anyone else usually knows better than to bother me. You say sweet dreams, I say good riddance.

I can see how difficult it was for you to admit that to me, buddy, we're getting somewhere.

Don't expect me to say it again, and if you say anything to Ram, I will quite strongly deny it.

That we did, in the best way.

Societal standard tells up a happy little family with ultra loving parents and siblings are normal, but sometimes I think they're the outliers. We even opened our mouths and threatened a slit throat, I'm positive my siblings or father would jam a vampire's potent weakness down ours.

Outliers and humans. From what I heard of your family, that tracks, but sometimes action is quicker than speech– might as well start stabbing first, talking later.

That's the alluring assassin in you doing its job well, pet. I do not bring my favorite men around to meet Mikki if I didn't really like them, which reminds me, run as far away from my father as you can should he come looking for you again. It never bodes well when Henrik plays the silent treatment, so whatever he has cooking up for me and Mik, I want you far away. I'm fond of you, Kaniel, like any girl who's met her match can be. I just need you safe.

Only when it's worth it, darling. While I appreciate you wanting me to be safe, it's already too late on your father's end. My mother tried to sell the services of my sister and me to him like a couple of two-bit whores before I finally shut her up for good, but we're still on your father's radar. There is no safe in my line of work, Naomi– so we may as well work together.

Excuse you, Kane, but have we forgotten Blair's succubus nature feeding from the men she used to fuck before I became her one and only true love that she enjoyed the more they once flocked to her like a game? It doesn't exactly turn bloody, but don't underestimate my wife's twistiness. Tell me, how did you manipulate the boy this time? What suggestions were you, and let's include Ari in this, feeding him?

It sounds to me like you somehow manipulated the part of her that used to be free and tricked it into liking you. A succubus exhibiting monogamy is like trapping a free bird and claiming it likes the indoors– cruel, brother, even for you. Just why would I tell you and ruin the surprise? Rammsy, you really are no fun anymore. Oh, wait, you never were.

He gets me. Or I get him. Hard to say at this point.

Sloth's certainly not for everyone. You influenced each other.

That we did, in the best way.

Can it be possible, have I actually succeeded breaking through your mostly emotionless heart and brought you joy? I thought my natural talent of sweet revenge came from my Grunkle Wrath's or even my father, but no, it's you, my favorite Uncle of mine blessing me with your grudge-holding. Taking it as far as an engagement and pregnancy, well, it's effective.

It is a feat that not many people can do, Beatrice, but you've earned it well. If there's one thing I'd want you to take from me, it's how to hold a grudge– especially against your father. Now, to talk about dropping the bomb on Ole Rammy. Are you just going to show up with a wedding ring? Hide your pregnancy for as long as you can? Or kill him with the anticipation and let him know right away? This is the most fun I've had in a while.

Everything you do is provoked, Ramiel. Stop kidding yourself. Have you seen Naomi? She is a captivating angel of a vampire, and you know, now that I think about it... I wasn't sent on a mission to kill her. Nor am I married to her. Wow, looks like you're still the worst one out of the two of us. Keep trying to spin this on me; I can go all night.

Just as I was taught. I have seen Naomi and I also saw the massacre you two left to a couple at the diner a while back, must say, I'm not impressed. Alright, we aren't stepping on this merry-go-round and hurling jabs at each other all day long, Kaniel, I have bigger problems than my asshole little brother behaving childishly. If we're being honest, I already have to deal with one annoying cockroach.

Yeah, yeah, so I know. It's not my fault that you didn't get with a woman who loves the same thing as you do and let you go on little murder sprees, as I know you're itching to do. You want to stop the jab hurling while continuing to insult me, oh the irony, brother. Let me guess, is the annoying cockroach Sterling? He's just a gem, and he's rather susceptible to suggestions when it comes back at people he wants to fuck with.

Put cutting out his tongue on your list, too. If you wrap his severed dick in barbed wire, it'll be more fun for you and be a true representation of what he did to the women who were unfortunate to fall into his clutches. And acid. Put acid somewhere.

Barbed wire around his cock and slicing out his tongue, brutal yet satisfyingly effective. Oh, acid, my favorite of the dissolvable liquids. I could pour some right down his sphincter cannon and watch him writhe while his insides slowly disintegrate.

See, this is why we get along. When not turning people into little tiny bits of confetti, acid is my favorite clean-up method– fitting for cleaning the filth that is a vampire bastard.

Game, set, and match. Right, right, they turn around their stupid decisions on us and redirect the blame. And it's not like I hate Mikail, you know, he's just a fucking dick so far up my father's ass that he could wear Henrik like a hat.

As much as it disgusts me to admit, I also don't hate my brother. He's just the biggest walking twat to ever exist and is annoying.

You're as scrumptious as a blood-filled cherry pie. I think you should meet Mikail, my Butcher, my brother would like you and he's very picky who spends time with his little warrior princess.

I know how to be quite tempting when I want to be. The famed Mikail– that is quite a glowing compliment, and I would love to meet someone who is smart enough to realize that you are indeed a warrior princess.