Chapter 4

Queen Nirvana suppressed an enormous sigh, next time she was giving her child to someone else to raise. Not that there would be a next time, it seemed she rubbed off too much of herself on her only daughter.

"Why is the Princess not awake yet?" She questioned the shivering maid in front of her bed, Mocha was snuggled into the covers beside her.

She frowned at this, she was getting too lax with him. But again she had used him within an inch of his life last night, so she supposed she could excuse him this time.

The poor maid was near tears, two fat droplets of tears hung on the edges of her leaf green eyes, like they weren't sure if to fall or not.

"I'm extremely sorry, Your Majesty. I was aware of your orders but the Princess threatened to..." She faltered at this point and if Nirvana wasn't so huffy about her interrupted sleep, she might have felt sorry for the poor, blubbering thing. 

"Well what did she do this time?" She questioned impatiently, not really wanting to know.

"The Princess threatened to dice me into pieces and string me back up, and then, and then she severed Crustal's head off." She half wailed, furiously wiping at her eyes.

Nirvana suppressed the overwhelming urge to chuckle, she supposed the said Crustal was really important to the frail thing in front of her. Who really looked like she was half an inch away from going utterly mad.

"Then tell a guard or better yet a noble to do it. I see no reason why you are here, right now, at this unholy time of the morning." She leaned up to peek out a window.

"Blast it to Hades, it isn't even dawn yet." Nirvana muttered dismally, sinking back on her bed.

"I'm extremely sorry Your Majesty." The maid bobbed a curtesy, once again. Her hands in knots in front of her uniform.

"I tried, but no one can get within a mile of the Princess's room." She trembled.

"Fuck." Nirvana swore, something that Mocha happened to say very often.

"Leave me then, I'll come rouse her myself." She dismissed the maid, watching as she scampered away, probably to go console her dear Crustal.

"Incompetent idiots." She snarled, dragging her unwilling body off the bed. 

She had to do something about her daughter, she shouldn't have to be putting her feet down everytime she ordered her.

Plus, she had to remind her exasperating daughter to stop chopping up her servants, the fragile things barely recovered from the trauma.

She had a bustier on so she just slipped a silk robe on, ignoring the ties.

Her inky black, wavy hair flew madly about. All these didn't bother her as she strode down the hallway, ignoring the sounds and sights of knees hitting marble floor.

As her daughter's room got closer, she saw a visible ring of black fire, flaring threateningly about.

She just rolled her eyes and strode through, waving a hand to put out the fire.

"Vinyl! Darling? I am not a bloody alarm clock, you can't make me leave my wonderful bed just to come and rouse you." She exploded, barging into her daughter's chambers.

"I love you too mom." Vinyl murmured with a smile, burying her white covered head, inside a mountain of pillows.

Nirvana narrowed her red eyes, "Do not mom me, I detest that term. Now peel yourself off that bed and do what you need to do." She demanded impatiently.

"Fuck, now I've gotten worked up. I'm going to fuck Mocha." She added in frustration, tugging on her hair.

Vinyl broke out into peals of laughter and levitated herself into her mother's arms.

"Good morning, mother."

"Yes, yes morning baby." She replied vaguely.  "Now get cleaned up, your husband is coming today."

Vinyl laughed hard again, "Hades! Your humor improves every single day." She said in amusement, walking away from her mother.

"I wasn't telling a joke." Nirvana frowned.

Vinyl whipped her head around to face her mother. "What?" She spat a strand of her snow white hair out of her mouth.

"You can't just fucking wake up one morning and ruin my life." She accused, her lavender eyes flashing.

"When did I even get a husband, did we get married when I wasn't looking?" She demanded.

"When you were five?" Nirvana mumbled, averting her eyes. "But in my defense, you were absolutely taken with him, besides it's just for a hundred years or less if all goes according to plan."

"No. Fuck no!" She exclaimed. "I'm not going to be dragged into another of your harebrained schemes."

"Don't swear." Nirvana wrinkled her nose, "it's vile."

Vinyl rolled her darkly lined eyes, "Of course it is." She agreed sarcastically. "But banging your fuck toy with a strap on isn't. Look, I don't have to deal with this crap when I can't see the sun." She reiterated, shedding her nightgown.

"So scurry on back to Mocha," she stretched and yawned. "Hades! I need a fucking shower." She mumbled, scratching her butt.

"Don't you fucking dismiss me Vinyl." The Queen snarled.

The Princess just tutted, "Swearing doesn't become you mother."

"Vinyl?" She growled.

"Ugh! Fine." She threw her hands up, "I'll let you take a hundred years out of my life."

"Don't be dramatic, plus you're immortal. You're dismissed now." Nirvana added in a bored tone.

Vinyl glared daggers at her mother's back, as the smug Succubi glided out of her castle like chambers.

"Don't burn a hole in my robe darling, I really like it." Nirvana pouted, relieved beyond measure that she could get her trying child to see the light so fast.

"Don't tempt me to set it on fire mom." She bit out to her mother's retreating figure. "On second thoughts." She added to herself, snapping her fingers.

"Fuck you Vinyl." Her mother's enraged cry floated to her.

Vinyl grinned widely, making a small spin. Her waist long, straight white hair flaring around her.

So ZuZu was finally coming back, how many years had it been? Fourteen? Fifteen?

It didn't matter anyway, she could wait to see him again.

The annoying, bratty twat. She would dice him into pieces at the very first chance she got, she assured herself as she stepped into the bath.

"Well then, I'm in the bath and I'm not getting any younger." She yelled to the maids that she was absolutely sure were hovering outside her chambers.

"Yes, Your Highness." A chorus of voices replied her as patters of feet, scurried in her direction.

"Next time you want to set your chambers ablaze, make sure you give me a fucking heads up." A voice interrupted the cloud Vinyl was floating on, as maids sluiced her down.

"Fine Mist." She mumbled distractedly, "What were you doing in my chambers anyway?" She asked the beautiful Incubus lounging on a spa chair in her huge bathroom.

Mist flipped his pastel purple hair over a bare shoulder, "I can't believe you're asking me that. You cuffed me to the inside of one of your many closets." He grouched, his grey eyes narrowing.

"Your blasted black fire melted it off, and now I have a fucking tan." He wailed in agony, observing his pale skin.

Vinyl was too far gone to worry about her best friend's existential crises. "Azure is coming today." She stated shortly, interrupting Mist's building steam.

Mist halted his rapid pacing, his silk, baggy pants which hugged his tiny waist and ankles, twirling. "W-What!?! Did you inhale a bit of fire?" He asked with faux concern.

"No but I set my mother's favorite robe on fire." She giggled, stepping out of the large bath to get dressed.

Tight fitting leather pants and a wraparound, cropped top. Her white hair brushed to an icy sheen.

"Try to stay on track here," Mist snapped impatiently. "The Hound Prince is coming over. He repeated. "Of course it's absolutely normal for that to happen, You know, the neighborly thing to do."

"Your sarcasm is making me hungry, plus we're married." She added in a bored tone.

It had the opposite effect on Mist though, whose eyes bulged and he looked like he might have an aneurysm.

"Breathe Mist." She reminded him, dismissing her maids and returning back to her bedroom.

Mist stared at her like her hair changed colors, "Breathing doesn't even come close in importance to the news I'm hearing."

"You got fucking hitched?" He demanded, glaring at her. "Without me." He pouted.

Vinyl sat crossed legged on her bed, her sandaled heels catching the satin sheets. "I wasn't there either, so get in line bitch."

"I don't understand." Mist inquired gently, lifting his long, off shoulder tunic to sprawl on the bed.

"Doesn't this bother you Vi?"

"It does." She admitted bitterly, "But I got caught in Momma's plans again." She sighed.

"I hope, he's still as yummy as I remember." Mist mooned.

Vinyl tossed him a glare, "You traitor, he bullied us both remember?"

"Did you see him, I don't think I could ever dislike what he does." He drooled.

"And how could I forget your very obvious trait of masochism."

Mist narrowed his eyes, "I really don't like you."

"Well, you're stuck with me, so suck it up." She commanded. "I'm really hungry."

"I know that look in your eyes," Mist observed suspiciously, scurrying to the extreme end of the wide bed. "Don't even think about taking a bite out of me."

"I don't even want to, you're tanned so you'll taste tart." She smirked, obviously mocking his pale skin.

"Very funny, Vinyl." He eyerolled. "Well order some food and stop eyeing me."

"I don't have appetite for food." She wailed dramatically. "I want essence." She gave him a look, her lavender eyes twinkling.

"I'm not letting you fuck me." He deadpanned.

"You don't have to agree." She replied, lazily.

"I'm done with this conversation." Mist huffed, eyeing the door like he wanted to make a break for it.

"Aw come on, just let me suck you off."

He gave her a look. "You are nuts. There are lot's of people who'd die to give you what you want, you can't keep on sexually harassing me."

"Fine, I'll use Mocha then." She stated, getting up.

"That poor soul." Mist crooned. "Why can't you pretend to be sane for once and go after things you can have."

"Because it's so boring." Vinyl stated obviously, going out.

"Fuck," He clawed a hand through his thick, wavy locks. "I'm going to get tied up by the Queen again and get fucked six ways to Sunday." He wailed to himself in horror.

"I really should poison my best friend one of these days." He mused with interest.

"I can hear you, dickhead." Vinyl peeked into the room.

"Now are you coming or what?"

"Like I have a choice."