#sorry emerald

Saltburn-by-the-Sea

@ufolotus @thegemnants @diaroon

Emerald raised an eyebrow at the question. "Some things about me? What do you mean by that?" There was a quiet chuckle from Cheeky, the other emerald in the group. He ran a hand over his fluffy pale hair, looking at Flowerhead, the third emerald. They seemed to be a family unit. "You want to know more about Emerald?" Cheeky had this mischievous glint in his eye, and Flowerhead let out a giggle that wasn't entirely innocent-sounding. That made Emerald's green eyes widen with worry. "OH no, don't you two dare!" "What's gonna stop us?" "I'll be more than happy to help!" Red Coral leapt up from his chair, chest puffed like an excited pigeon. "I know he likes to sleep naked-" "CORAL!!!!" "Its true! I mean, at least keep a pair of underwear on." "YOU'RE NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE IN MY APARTMENT!" Howlite looked over to the viewer, shaking his head softly. "Emerald does many strange things when he's alone, but I feel as if I'm not allowed to tell."

Continuation of The Importance of Bloodlines Part Two

Collette lifted the skirt of her dress as she descending the steps down into the dungeon. The immediate stench of dirt and grime consumed her, enveloping the elegant Queen in a fiery of disgust. It was easy to tune it out, though sometimes it felt tangible against her skin and sometimes she could not help but cover her face as she waltz through the dungeon in her gown and gems. Regardless of the smell and regardless of the people consuming it, tonight Collette only had one interest in mind.

As she walked by the cells leading to the vampyric wing, moans and groans of the depleted vampires in captivity rang out and echoed against the walls. Please, please my Queen! Yet she ignored them all without an ounce of recognition, stomping by through the puddles and hoping that her dress was not catching the tail end of the ground. Please, please my Queen! We are sorry! Forgive us!

At the very end of the corridor against the far wall, locked in the largest cage of them all, was a lone vampire. Within silver shackles she was strung from the walls, blood dripping from the wounds on her wrists and neck, as the incisions struggled to heal her elder body with days without being fed. 

Collette smirked, motioned for the doors to the cell to be opened, and stepped inside.

"You are disgusting," she spat at Emerald, clasping her hands against the sharp features of her cheeks and lifting her head. Inside the dullness of hazel, Collette could see the diminishing decay. From up close, her flesh had began to implode, a stringy and nasty aftereffect pulling at the tendons of her body and releasing her muscles from strain and misuse. "I should let you die right here, without your dignity, without your bloodline coming to rescue you from your pathetic life. Who would miss you? Who would come looking for you?"

There were not many words to explain Collette's distaste for Emerald, princess of one of the four original bloodlines and heir to the Grengal throne. But she imagined it had something to do with her promise to marry Michael. 

Anything involving Michael involved Collette, and the Queen would not let anyone, let alone a disgraceful elder like Emerald, destroy him.

Collette leaned in, her voice reflected a harsh and wispy growl. "You will stay here until you understand the importance of loyalty. So let me get one thing clear...Michael is off-limits, Emery is off-limits. No one wants you, no one cares for you. And until you pledge your allegiance to me you will slowly decay in this cell until you are begging for death. And even then I will not grant you that escape, oh no. Only then will I burn you, piece by piece, inch by inch by the opposing Mother outside until the scabs on your disgusting body are infected with worms and disease. Until you are disfigured beyond repair, until you are looked upon as a true monster too atrocious to even gaze upon! And then, maybe then, will I grant you the release of a permanent death!"