Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Never Split The Party ❯ Intro ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

“Honestly, all this mucking about in daylight. My mother would be appalled,” the Drow said, shading his eyes again from the bright sunlight. “These shaded lenses help immensely. You know you're my favorite demon for finding these, Farfarello,” he said, grabbing skewered meat from a vendor as he passed.

 

The vendor barely had time to squawk in protest before the Drow was situated behind him, his thumb and middle finger digging into the hinge of his jaw on either side.

 

“Do you really want to complain about such a small thing?” he said silkily into the other man's ear while putting painful pressure on the joint. “Especially since I can make certain you don't complain about anything for a very long time.”

 

“Schuldig!” a harsh voice snapped. “Stop playing with lesser beings. We have work to do.”

 

The Drow smiled slightly at the “leader” of their little group. For now, he would let the raven haired man think he had some sort of hold over him. As a general rule the very notion of a mere human having any kind of hold over a Drow was ludicrous at best, even if this one did happen to be a prince. However, this particular human was mildly interesting and amusing to torture on a regular basis. That wasn't to say he'd live long if he continued to annoy the Drow though.

 

The Drow shoved the man he was holding onto face forward skewering him slightly on his own wares before striding toward the man they all called Oracle. Farfarello was almost instantly beside him, one corner of his mouth lifted slightly in amusement.

 

“Was that really necessary?” he asked.

 

“No. But it was vaguely entertaining.”

 

“You need to kill something and soon,” the Cleric said.

 

“What I need is to strap our clueless leader down somewhere and torture him in all manner of ways until he screams for the next fortnight solid.”

 

“Pleasurably or painfully?”

 

“Either will do,” he said, a wicked gleam coming to his eyes as he appraised their “leader”.

 

“Move, you two,” Oracle growled. He had better sense than to try touching either of them as the Drow would probably break his hand and the Cleric remove it all together. Nasty pieces of work both of them. He shook his head. How he'd ended up with a Cleric of demon blood and an outcast Drow prince in his party was beyond his comprehension. He walked on, listening without appearing to listen to the conversation going on behind him.

 

“How exactly did you end up with red hair?” Farfarello asked. “Don't Drow have white hair?”

 

“Most do. Mine happens to be from my father, who wasn't Drow.”

 

“Oh? What was he?”

 

Schuldig smiled nastily. “If I tell you, I'd have to kill you.”

 

“Like you could,” Farfarello said with a snort.

 

They followed Oracle to what had to be the Lord's house, an ornate structure that was ostentatious even by human standards. The wizard of their party, Nagi, met them near the steps. It amused Oracle to have him in the party because people tended to underestimate wizards when they were very young. That was usually the last mistake they made with the young man.

 

“There is another party already inside, Oracle,” the younger man said.

 

“Of course there are,” he said before turning to face the other two. “We will possibly be working with others on whatever this is. As I understand it, Lord Takatori wanted the best of the best.”

 

“And we're to work with inferiors because . . .” Schuldig scoffed.

 

“You can't kill them until after we've finished. Then they can meet with an unfortunate accident or whatever you wish.”

 

“Of course, my prince.”

 

Oracle glared at him, knowing he only used the title my prince as a sarcasm considering they were equal in rank. But a human prince and a Drow prince were very different. Where human princes were generally a product of male dominated society and given a myriad of leeway and privileges, the Drow was a matriarchal culture. Males were only allowed a place long as they were useful and when they ceased to be useful they were put to work in the mines or killed. Oracle had been raised in a light filled palace where Schuldig had been raised in the Underdark. Drow politics also made the most subtle aspects of human courts look like child's play in comparison and Oracle often wondered what Schuldig's true agenda was for remaining with the party. He also wondered on a nightly basis when the Drow would kill him.

 

When they entered the wide foyer Schuldig and Farfarello shot one another an amused look as the servant had most certainly pissed himself just looking at the two of them. They followed Oracle and Nagi down the hallway and into a central room with a high ceiling and polished marble floors. Four men stood gathered around another man who was seated in an stunningly gaudy chair. Everyone eyed the members of the opposite party warily.

 

The real fun began upon the Drow and the Paladin catching sight of one another.