Private Tales A Taste of This World

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
"Sure, yeah," Genevieve shrugged. She had no idea if that was the place she was talking about or not.

When Coran slowly looked at her, she was leery. Yes, he had just complimented her but he was a demon after all. She didn't trust him in the slightest.

The mar? There was a small oh that escaped her lips. She had actually completely forgotten about the mark or the fact that he could kill her in an instant. Everything had been going well and it was strange. She also didn't want to kill him either. Strange.

"I guess that is where we are heading," she commented, glazing right over his words.
 
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Coran nodded his head in affirmation, though the truth was as soon as he said the word there was never a question. Both of them knew that he was leading this dance, she was just influencing where they next step. A convenient little truth that he was sure Genevive was actively ignoring.

If not purposefully forgetting about. ”This time.”

He began to assure her.

”We’ll make our travel a bit more pleasant, no?” What was the use of power if you could not use it? They were no longer fleeing from hunters, no longer trying to run from some massacre of murder.

With the power he had taken the night before he would be able to maintain the body he now held for longer. As long as that remained true, they would keep this identity and all that came with it. A carriage, some servants, perhaps even a new house purchased in the name of the corpse he now walked around in.

”The servants can make the arrangements.” The demon said with a gesture. ”And then…”

Then they would take the next city.

Then the next, and then the next until he was finally complete. Oh how delicious that would all be.
 
Genevieve just smiled at Coran when he said they would have a more pleasant trip this time. She was more than excited about that and she even placed a small kiss on his cheek as a thank you. She disappeared to go pack up a few of the dresses she liked quite a lot and she would be ready to leave when the arrangements were done.

She took a nap in the time that it took and by the time she awakened, there was an opulent carriage pulled by two horses and a driver sitting outside the manor.

"Oh, this is wonderful!" She clapped her hands together and excitedly kissed Coran's cheek once more. "If me being helpful gets us this then I will be nothing but!"
 
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Opulence, wealth, it all felt so paltry compared to the power which he could feel slowly dragging upon his form.

The Avarice and greed which had arisen during the party had quickly spread to the town below. News of flowing gold and rewards to be had piqued the interest of travelers and locals alike, and soon sworn oaths and prayers were offered as the cycle of need and want began all anew within the town.

A fact which had Coran practically beaming.

It was an odd sort of thing, seeing the Demon not only content or scheming but actively happy. Like watching a statue suddenly smile for the first time in it’s existence. ”Oh?”

The demon mused as one of the Servant’s pulled open the door to the carriage.

”I’ll have to keep that in mind then.” Coran said, reaching out as he gently placed a hand on the small of Genevieve’s back and encouraged her to board. It would be a long journey after all.
 
Genevieve found his happiness unsettling but, at the same time, she loved it. It was nice to see him have another emotion besides pissed off demon. He had also been nicer to her and she was okay with that as well.

With Coran's hand on her back as a guide, she stepped up into the carriage and settled into one of the seats. It was probably one of the most comfortable carriages she had ever been in and she could very much get used to this.

"What else can I do to be helpful?"
 
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For a few moments Coran stayed silent.

He almost seemed to muse over what Genevieve had said. Already she had proven useful, a tool unlike any other he had held over the millenia. It was remarkable how quickly things had changed over the last few weeks. What he had been able to gain.

Now he wanted more.

It was always that way, had always been that way. "I am sure we will find out."

The demon said with a small quirk of a smile. There was no doubt in his mind that something else would be find, that she would think of something or that something else would come along.

"But when I am ready." He mused. "You must show me your home."

For there were never enough worlds to conquer.
 
"My home? Yes, I will have to take you when all this is finished. When she is finished..."

It didn't even cross her mind that he was going to try to do the same things he was doing here to her own people. It didn't even cross her mind that she would be bringing a demon into the Summer Court.

There was some small talk during their trip but it was mostly quiet as she read one of the books she took from their previous residence. She also took a few naps and they stopped for food a couple of times. He didn't need to eat but she did.

She was not sure how much time had passed but the duo eventually arrived at the city of Selucia. She had never been here but if they had wine...she would like it.
 
Selucia was a city of color and lights. Not as large as Alliria nor even Oban, but a town in it's own way and roots.

There was no denying of the cities splendor. Situated on the curve of a river, nestled neatly in place at the hedges of a swamp the city had no wall. Instead it was planned open, allowing those who would seek to conquer it no space to really move. The swamp was it's protector.

Which of course meant that it was also very warm.

A pleasant heat filled the air, unlike the biting cold of the mountains, and the people were about as loosely dressed as possible.

Coran sat on his side of the carriage, pulling back the small curtain on the window with a muted interested. There were no castles in Selucia, but manor houses sat separated from the street with great limestone walls. More meant to keep out the commons than stand against a siege. "Pleasant enough place."

The demon mused.
 
Genevieve had looked out the window with Coran and then sat back when he let the curtain fall.

“I feel like I should have much less clothing on,” the fae chuckled out and crossed one long leg over the other. “We really should try to stay in the same climate when traveling,” she joked.

A few moments of silence passed before she spoke again. “What is the plan for here, Coran? Same as before or something else?”
 
Coran observed the streets for a moment more, smiling as he answered Genevieve. ”There is always chance for fashion later.”

He commented as he finally let the curtain draw back into place. The demon had never much minded the heat, but then he had never much minded any temperature. The bodies that he took hardly functioned as they should. Temperature barely affected him.

Even with the newfound power now coursing through him, letting the corpses he wore as skin last longer he could still only feel the barest prickle of warmth. He had never once questioned why.

”Why break a working formula?” Coran asked with a smile.

”But.” He mused. ”There is more wealth in this city than the last. More than one man whose height others aspire to reach.”

Meaning they would have to change things at least a little.
 
“And more eyes on those people so they may notice a change easier…” Genevieve murmured.

“Mayor? Or whatever runs this place? I quite liked this face but sacrifices and all,” she waved her hand dismissively when she said and all.

She shrugged and closed her book before sliding it into her bag.

"Or we could just come in as a new couple who is rich and amazing?"
 
Coran considered the options. Though he had heard of Selucia before he had never once stepped foot in the city. It had always been too distant and too traveled. It seemed a good choice now because of those very qualities, but they needed to know more.

"Perhaps the last option." Coran mused.

The Carriage slowly swung around the edges of the city, riding through the main streets and eventually arriving before a large limestone building.

It stood only three stories tall, yet the splendor was undeniable. "We need to know more."

The Demon said in contemplation as the Carriage came to a stop. There was a short pause, and then the door was pulled open by the faceless driver who beckoned them down the steps.
 
Coran was out of the carriage first and he helped Genevieve out. She had gotten quite used to this chivalry of his. Weird for a demon, she assumed, but still nice. Her eyes roamed over the large building before she turned her attention back to Coran.

"Where are we?" She asked, tucking her arm into the crook of his.
 
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Selucia was well known for its teeming public life. Though the wealthy ruled here, the poor nearly did not exist.

Not that those less fortunate did not make their way to the city, but those that did were often either not seen or simply never heard from. The veneer of the city was one of luxury, wealth, and a good time. Thus the city lifted itself up.

The best example being the hotel they now stood in front of. "The Hotel Astorin."

Coran mused.

"An institution, apparently." The memories of the skin he wore were still trapped within. Guiding him better than any directions could have. "Famous as a place for artists, writers, and the like."

The demon explained as he guided Genevieve down the long carped. Two huge wooden doors slowly swinging open to reveal a overly decorated lobby.
 
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"The Hotel Astorin," Genevieve repeated as she looked at the large, beautiful building. It seemed to be much fancier than an inn and that was something that Genevieve could get behind. She liked this new fancy life that Coran was allowing her to partake in.

"Sounds like some weird rich mortal shit," she shrugged half-heartedly. To her, an inn...or a hotel in this case...was to sleep in. That was it. Why did it need all this to do for famous mortals that she imagined weren't that important?

As they entered the large lobby, her mouth fell open slightly. This was ridiculous. There were overstuffed and oversized chairs with a deep red fabric and long rugs that matched the chairs running throughout the walkways.

"This is insane," she breathed out.
 
Coran watched the inside of the room with all the temptation of a degenerate gambler.

He could practically feel the avarice in the air. Not just for gold, but for acclaim, for power, for everything and anything. Those within this place were practically chomping at the bit for more. For the demon it was like throwing lamp oil onto a fire.

If he had been capable, he would have been salivating. "It's wonderful."

He mused.

"Just what we need." What he needed. A smile spread over his lips, and without waiting for Genevieve he made his way towards the front desk. He was greeted with a warm smile, a woman standing perched in place.

"How can I help you, my lord?"

"Yes." The Demon said, placing a hand forward. A strange sort of stranglehold gripping the air. "I need a suite, the nicest you have."
 
What we need...

Genevieve frowned for a moment then remembered that Coran was always watching her so she was quick to bring her face back to neutral. She followed the demon in silence, studying the lobby area. Her eyes snapped back to Coran when he mentioned that they wanted the nicest suite in the hotel.

"Yes, of course," the woman behind the desk said. "Mauricio will show you to your suite, my lord and lady," she smiled at both Coran and Genevieve before waving a young man over.

Mauricio smiled and started to walk towards the stairs. She grew more excited with each step. What was a mortal suite in this rich hotel like?
 
As it turned out; quite nice. More of a palace in it's own right than a suite, the top floor of the hotel contained nothing less than pure luxury. Gold paneling, mahogany desks, rich curtains of silk and purple lines that would have made Kings balk at the expense.

The entire room stank of greed.

"This will do." Coran said, reaching slowly into his pocket. A second later he pulled free a cluster of golden coins. All of them were marked, though the sigil upon them was from no city on earth. He smiled and offered them to the hostess.

The woman's eyes flickered over the coins, watching them glitter.

Slowly she took them, beaming with a smile.

"Thank you, My Lord."​

She offered, quickly bowing before backing out of the room and leaving Genevieve and Coran to their own devices. For a moment the Demon lingered in the entryway, then slowly made his way through the massive room. "Delightful."

Coran mused. "Certainly better than a carriage or country manor."
 
"This place is absolutely ridiculous," Genevieve breathed out once their escort had left.

She had been in a lot of nice places but this was palace-level. Perhaps it had been a palace in its previous life.

The fae walked over to one of the tables and set down her small bag. She looked like a pauper compared to this place but she didn't want to leave.

"So we have the nicest suite in the nicest hotel I have ever seen, some kind of enchanted gold, and us. We will rule this place soon..." Her voice trailed off before she corrected herself. "You will rule this soon and I will be by your side."
 
"The gold isn't enchanted." The Demon mused for a few seconds as he stepped through the room. "It's just gold."

He told her. "But, that is enough for some of them."

Crossing the threshold Coran took his place in the center of the room. Seating himself in plush comfort, dead fingers stroking over a fabric that would surely have felt divine.

"You can rule, if you want." Coran said, his tone even and smooth. "A Queen in your own right."

Or perhaps his. "You must simply want it."
 
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