Green: Daisy
GM: Black
Saint-Anicets
Daisy plodded down
the steps and stopped when the Saint-Anicets' cell came into view. She leaned
back against the wall for a moment and sighed. "What am I thinking?"
she murmured. "Those people are monsters... Literally."
"We're monsters with really
good hearing," the man (Trevor) says. "So if you have something to
say, say it and be on your way. I have no desire to look at your face!"
you hear him yell.
"That's too
bad. I've always thought of myself as fairly pretty," Daisy said mildly,
closing the rest of the distance between her and the cell. She faced them and
folded her arms. "I talked to my daddy, Viktor. He says he thinks you're
my grandparents. So should I put Grandpa Trevor on the prisoner manifest, or
would just plain Gramps make you happier?"
"Say what you will, but I have
no children, never mind grand children," the old woman says.
"Too true. Though the last one
was quite delicious, wasn't he? Finally served a purpose, he did." The old
man says, grinning wickedly.
"Yes, my love, he did."
the woman replies. You hear her whisper, "Wonder what her flesh would
taste like..."
Daisy was silent
for a moment, trying to decide what to believe. "So... Did you really eat
your son? My uncle, I guess? Or did he run off like my mom to get away from
you, too?"
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH, FILTHY
HUMAN!!!" The old man starts yelling. His voice is powered by something,
magic or demonic power, you can't tell, but it makes your skin crawl.
"I NEVER HAD A DAUGHTER, AND I WILL NOT LISTEN TO YOUR LIES!!"
Daisy scratched her
chin absently and tried not to show any discomfort. "I'd describe her to
you if that would help us sort this all out, but I don't really know much about
her. Name was Rose Saint-Anicet. Since it's all I had of hers, I took her last
name to go with the first name my dad gave me. It'd be nice if you could tell
me about her, since dad never wants to talk about it."
"I told you..." the man
begins again.
"Enough," the woman says.
"If I tell you what I know, will you release us from this prison? That is
my price."
Daisy sighed.
"If I let you out, what guarantee do I have that you're not gonna go kill
a bunch of people? If you're working for Yuber, who's killed and twisted more
people than I can count, then you're capable of anything. I want to know more
about my mom, but not at that price. The most I can do is make you more
comfortable here, bring you nicer bedding and stuff, good food."
The two look at each other, and the
old man shrugs.
"Very well," the woman
says. "Your mother, my would be daughter, was a disgrace from the moment
she was born. She had the wrong color eyes, you see. Terrible it was, a shock
to my poor heart. She continued to dissappoint, being rebellious, ignoring her
studies, and always hanging out with the wrong crowd, like your filthy father.
She got what she deserved, getting knocked up and abandoned by him. We cast her
out, and washed our hands off her. What more is there to say? The less said of
such a child, the better."
"Now, that's
not exactly what I've heard," Daisy said calmly. "For one, I know my
dad didn't abandon her. I heard they wanted to get married, but mom was scared
of you, and they were gonna run away. But you kicked her out, huh? And she died
out in the woods somewhere, alone, having a baby with those precious blue eyes
you love so much?" The blue eyes in question gazed coolly at the elderly
couple, and Daisy wondered once again what she'd hoped to accomplish down here
in the monster pit.
"She got what she
deserved," the woman replies again. "Marrying such an idiotic
barbarian, with no money, no status? Death is preferable to such an
existence."
"She dishonored, and she was
banished. That is simple economics in Harmonia. You would know that if you were
a true noble," Trevor says, practicing spitting the words. "But scum
like you dishonor your noble name. You don't deserve it! You don't deserve
it!" he yells, angrily.
"I'm no noble.
I'm just a Saint-Anicet, like my mother," Daisy said icily. "I took
the name for her, not for you. You let a good woman die for no reason and broke
my daddy's heart. I went looking because I wanted to see what my mother's
family is like, and what do I find? My grandparents are monsters, and
part-demon now to boot. And here I thought old cousin Luca would always be the
worst thing I was related to. I've got my answer."
Daisy took a step
towards them, thick fur starting to ripple across her body, her nails
elongating into wicked claws. "So I'll ask you one last time, just to be
sure. Is your son dead? Are you the last of my so-called family? Give me the
truth, and maybe, just MAYBE, I won't rip the flesh from your bones before you
can scream."
The two back away from you, and
transform into their demon form, hissing at you.
"Try it, you little
bitch," the man says.
Daisy snarled and
started towards them, intent on ripping the cell apart to reach the couple, but
something stopped her short. She took several long, deep breaths, and slowly
reverted forms. "Would you look at that," she panted, rubbing her
knuckles. "Looks like I can stop it now. You two are lucky I've had so
much personal growth lately."
She glanced back at
her grandparents with disgust. "I'm not gonna murder two helpless
prisoners under my care. You did cooperate a little, I guess, so I'll see if
Wakai can send something down later. May you both rot here where you can't
destroy any more lives," she said, and headed for the stairs.
You hear the man laugh as you start
to leave. "Stupid little fool! We'll see who laughs last when Lord Yuber
comes for us! This whole place will be reduced to nothing when..."
"Shut up!" the woman hits
him.
Daisy looked back unconcernedly
over her shoulder. "Is Yuber coming here? Let him. We've kicked his asses
enough times for my taste, but I don't mind if he still wants more. If he is
coming back to our castle, though, it won't be for the sake of scum like you.
As if he even has the power to touch us now."
"We shall see, little one.
We shall see," the woman laughs, as the old man just stares at you with
hate in his eyes.
