#lucifcriisms

The white king walked along the streets of this new land that he has never seen before.

The magic back home brought him here, must of opened a gate to another world.....he’s defiantly not home anymore.....

A couple of knights looked at him and stared to mumble to one another.

“You there! Who might you be?” Said one of the soldier’s as he approached him.

The king turned to them with a frown “I am the White King.....I suggest you watch your tone, I didn’t like the way that sounded....I am lost....I don’t know where I am....”.

He decided to keep his special ability to himself, see how this all plays out.

“We shall take you to our king at once.....he isn’t too fawned of.....new comers....”.

A group of other knights gathered and stared to lead The White figure towards their so called king, did he agree to this, no, but maybe he has Answers or could be of help.

Aevi knocked on the apartment door. It was almost noon, surely the male had already woken. “King Alien, did you figure out the lights?” He asked through the wall. He honestly hoped the accommodations weren’t too dusty. 

Thinking back on it, the newcomer seemed pretty high up wherever he was from, even Aevi could show a little respect. “Mateus, right?”

Nightmare was familiar with humans. He spent some time in the past with them, indulging in their bizarre culture. He was also more than sure that all of them were wiped out a really, really long time ago. So, to see a human again.. 

“Uhm.. Excuse me..?”

He literally sounds nervous just trying to get this (what he assumed to be) human’s attention. What a mess this guy is. Can’t even talk to people without getting high-strung and anxious.

It’s probably weird to hear a guy with such a deep, base-y voice be so.. Like this.

“Are.. Uh.. Y-You wouldn’t happen to be a human, would you..?”

The Emperor of this world was a vision to behold: Donned in ostentatious robes of rose and royal purple and a gold plated armor, offset by a scepter held lightly in one manicured hand looking sharp enough Axel was quite sure it could pierce him through from head to toe, if the other so wished. Combined with that horned and serpentine crown resting upon a head from which peered a striking, yet rather cruel looking violet gaze, it was a sight surely meant to impress, meant to inspire awe and fear.

          As always, however, he didn’t really feel much of anything. A vague wonder, perhaps, as to why the Superior saw fit to send him on a diplomatic mission -- a skill he, for all his manipulative characteristics and excellently feigned charisma, didn’t exactly possess in spades. 

An Advent of Cordialities - Day 3

@lucifcriisms -  ✨ Day 3: A Relaxing Massage

He had been aware that there was a chance he would be giving this particular gift to a man instead of a woman, and he had been fine with that. What he had not expected however, was for it to be a man that could end him if he wound up displeasing him.

Still, he had agreed to do this, and surprisingly, so had the other, so he would try to see this through.

And so it came to pass, that Sceada, a lowly Burmecian, would massage the shoulders of none other than Emperor Mateus of Palamecia...

Mateus had removed his pauldrons and the chest piece of his armor, sitting before him in only a shirt.- a shirt Sceada was not going to ask him to remove. Granted, he had brought some oil with him, but he felt it would be awkward. Besides, he could just as well massage Mateus’ shoulders like this. It had worked well for Maria back in the day, so why not here?

And so he had set about to work on the other man’s shoulders, placing his palms atop each other as he carefully applied pressure to several spots around the Emperor’s upper back. He seemed rather tense, more so than the Burmecian had expected - perhaps his armor was heavier than it looked? Or was the proverbial weight of carrying an empire on his back translating into an actual weight somehow?

In the end, it mattered not. Sceada was here to help the man relax, not question things. And so he kept working diligently for a while longer, trying to get an impression of just where the big lumps and the most stressed spots were.

Alas, they were more numerous and also more tenacious than he would have expected, and so he soon finds his options limited, unable to work the spots properly in the current situation.

“... I am terribly sorry for having to ask this of you, but... If you could please lie down and perhaps remove your shirt, so that I can attend to these sore spots more effectively, then... well...”

He cannot hide his nervousness, a fact that appears to amuse the Emperor as he laughs at this foolish rat attending to him. But he complies, lays down as asked - and even removes the shirt.

Sceada just nods, and then resumes his massage, working on the lumps with care and ample pressure. Seems he did his job rather well, as Mateus not once complains,

Sceada does not know it yet, but before he would be done with the massage, he would be using the oil as well - and thanks to it, eventually manage to leave the Emperor relaxed, with no sore spots or lumps in his back anymore, and satisfied.

CAN YOU HEAR THAT ITS THE SOUND OF MATEUS GETTING A N G R Y RIP NICK