☠ 37th of Ash, Year 120 ☠
Company: Cullen| Thoughts: I must cure her| Mood: Curious
Company: Cullen| Thoughts: I must cure her| Mood: Curious
☠ Today wasnt one that was normal for me, no today was special. Normally I'd be in the clinic, helping patients however I could. Today however was different, as I found myself in the red light district on my way to check on the woman who had requested the abortion pill.
It was odd seeing this place in the day time, prostitutes lining the strip as Cullen and I walked to our destination. Invitation after invitation fell upon our ears, promises of the most memorable time if we stopped by. Cullen seemed to weaken with each beautiful face, but with a tap of Nevermore's hilt to the head, I could easily reign the young man back in and focused on the task at hand.
"You remember your mission Cullen?" I asked, my eyes remaining forward, ignoring the temptations of flesh as I walked. "Y...yes I remember? Gather as much information about who the potential father of the prostitute's baby could be and avoid suspicion." With a nod, we continued on toward the brothel.
In any case, it was a quiet walk, one where I was contemplating how to cure this woman. Though I was rather off-put from the stares. You think they hadn't seen a man with hair like mine before. Well the more I thought about it, they probably hadn't. All in all, I smiled at the thought, moving through the city.
Upon entering the establishment, if you could call it that, the haze of cigar smoke, the air laced with pleasure and debauchery made me stiffen up in this particular den of flesh. I was greeted by the owner of the brothel, an elegant woman who inquired as to why I was here if I was interested in any of her ladies or men.
"Actually, I am here to see one of your girls. A vibrant redhead with piercing green eyes. She came to see me a few days ago and I'm here to make sure she is recovering well." I explained, putting on my best fake smile. The Madame of the house new exactly who I spoke of, and instructed me as to where her room was, which was upon the upper floor of the brothel.
With a nod, I made my way to were my prey was, meanwhile Cullen had begun his duties gathering information. I could really care less who the father was, but it was more so to see if he could follow directions. It was to see how competent of a chess piece he would become.
The vibrancy of her red hair greeted me as I entered the room, followed by a smile. She stood, pushing her breast up as she sauntered over to me. "To what do I owe this pleasure doctor?" her smile came with a seductive tease of her eyes as she took a seat at her vanity. "I came to see how you are fairing after taking the pill. Are you having any adverse effects from it? No vomiting? No diarrhea or problems with boul movements?"
She giggled, running a comb through her ember hair. "Surprisingly no doctor, everything seems to be fine. I passed the little thing this morning. I am truly happy for your help, it would have been nothing more than crying shitty little burden." she confirmed "Is there any way I can ever repay you good doctor." she purred, moving to sit on my lap. I was rather annoyed with her advances, and despite her inherent beauty, she was already a vile creature in my eyes.
"You'll have to forgive me, but I make it a habit of not sleeping with my patients, but I am rather flattered by the offer." Not wanting to be in the same air space as the whore, especially after confirming she was indeed recovering well, I moved from up under her, and bowed, before briskly exiting her room.
Taking a breath I stood on the railing on the upper level of the brothel. There I could see all of the happenings of the whore house, trying to drown out the sounds of sex and fetishes around me. As I observed, my ears picked up something that didnt sound right.
I may not have known what rough sex sounded like, but this didnt sound like that, no this was more like a domestic dispute. I could only think that this would turn ugly if I didnt intervene soon. It seemed one of the prostitutes was refusing to perform a sexual act for a patron which didnt sit well with him.
At first, I couldnt care less about the situation but as I paid closer attention, listening to their words, catching the shifts in their tone, and reading some loud body language, I came to the conclusion more than evident she wasn't fairing to greatly against his forceful demands. No one else in the brothel seemed to want to make the first move, be it out of fear of the young man's clout, or the fact they genuinely just didnt care. It wasn't any their business and they figured maybe she should just give in and do as requested of her.
Fortunately for the prostitute, I didnt think that way, as I knew how degrading patrons could be to them, even if it was in the medical field. My hand had been forced into action when the patron struck her. I could feel the anger building in him and when he raised his hand to strike her again, I sprung into action catching the man's wrist.
"Good sir, I think its best if you do not damage the goods like that if you catch my drift. I think it is in your best interest if you leave the pretty lady alone." I tried to persuade, venom hanging on every word I spoke as I stared down the asshole. I gave him a look with a smirk that could only read as "Try me", but of course bravado outweighed common sense in this situation which I wasnt all too glad he didnt consider.
The young man wrenched his hand from my grip, threatening to kill me for interfering, which only served to piss me off even more. It wouldn't be all too hard to put a man too high and drunk to count to 10 out for the night. It seemed that we were now drawing a crowd, mostly whores wondering what was going to become of me, not knowing what I was capable of.
"I'm telling you now threatening me is not a good way to leave here in one peace. Don't let my decorum fool you, good sir, I'm not one to be trifled with unless you wish to see a doctor" I hissed, my attempt at trying to defuse the situation before action was taken, though I knew all too well it was going through one ear, flying through empty space, and out the other.
The man started flying off at the mouth at me, which only caused me to grip Malphas tightly and then bashed it upside the man's skull. Well, he didnt take to kindly to that and lunged forward at me. Clearly intoxicated or high, inebriated off his ass I sidestepped the individual, with a swipe at his hand with Nevermore, I took his hand from his forearm. A loud thud came as he fell over the balcony onto a table gripping his nubbed bleeding forearm.
Well, let us just say I was over this place, and I took my leave of it, apologizing to the Madame for the trouble and having the bill for the damages sent to my father. I couldnt get out of there fast enough, finding a spot some ways down in order to take a moment. She came to me again while I was catching my breath, taking my face in her hands as she knelt before me.
"Stay strong my child, you are close to cleansing her of her ailment my son. Do not falter now, you are nearly there" her words were so encouraging, so uplifting I knew I couldnt fail "I know mother, I won't fail you." I assured her, to which she smiled, and proceeded to vanish as Cullen approached.
In his hand was a torn page. "I snatched this from the guest book while you were making a scene Sir." he said, a look of satisfaction on his face for a job well done. Indeed it was just that a job well done.
When night came, the ember haired woman would find that on her way home, a creeping feeling of being watched would be nipping at her neck like a cold wind. The longer the feeling lingered the more she would be looking over her shoulders, the panic slowly setting in till it was too late.
When she turned and saw it, it was already to late, a blunt object knocking her out cold in the night, the sounds of her being dragged away dying in the air. It was about to be quite the cleanse once she wakes up. ☠
"Common Tongue"
"Silvain Tongue"
"Cullen"
"Self-Thoughts"
It was odd seeing this place in the day time, prostitutes lining the strip as Cullen and I walked to our destination. Invitation after invitation fell upon our ears, promises of the most memorable time if we stopped by. Cullen seemed to weaken with each beautiful face, but with a tap of Nevermore's hilt to the head, I could easily reign the young man back in and focused on the task at hand.
"You remember your mission Cullen?" I asked, my eyes remaining forward, ignoring the temptations of flesh as I walked. "Y...yes I remember? Gather as much information about who the potential father of the prostitute's baby could be and avoid suspicion." With a nod, we continued on toward the brothel.
In any case, it was a quiet walk, one where I was contemplating how to cure this woman. Though I was rather off-put from the stares. You think they hadn't seen a man with hair like mine before. Well the more I thought about it, they probably hadn't. All in all, I smiled at the thought, moving through the city.
Upon entering the establishment, if you could call it that, the haze of cigar smoke, the air laced with pleasure and debauchery made me stiffen up in this particular den of flesh. I was greeted by the owner of the brothel, an elegant woman who inquired as to why I was here if I was interested in any of her ladies or men.
"Actually, I am here to see one of your girls. A vibrant redhead with piercing green eyes. She came to see me a few days ago and I'm here to make sure she is recovering well." I explained, putting on my best fake smile. The Madame of the house new exactly who I spoke of, and instructed me as to where her room was, which was upon the upper floor of the brothel.
With a nod, I made my way to were my prey was, meanwhile Cullen had begun his duties gathering information. I could really care less who the father was, but it was more so to see if he could follow directions. It was to see how competent of a chess piece he would become.
The vibrancy of her red hair greeted me as I entered the room, followed by a smile. She stood, pushing her breast up as she sauntered over to me. "To what do I owe this pleasure doctor?" her smile came with a seductive tease of her eyes as she took a seat at her vanity. "I came to see how you are fairing after taking the pill. Are you having any adverse effects from it? No vomiting? No diarrhea or problems with boul movements?"
She giggled, running a comb through her ember hair. "Surprisingly no doctor, everything seems to be fine. I passed the little thing this morning. I am truly happy for your help, it would have been nothing more than crying shitty little burden." she confirmed "Is there any way I can ever repay you good doctor." she purred, moving to sit on my lap. I was rather annoyed with her advances, and despite her inherent beauty, she was already a vile creature in my eyes.
"You'll have to forgive me, but I make it a habit of not sleeping with my patients, but I am rather flattered by the offer." Not wanting to be in the same air space as the whore, especially after confirming she was indeed recovering well, I moved from up under her, and bowed, before briskly exiting her room.
Taking a breath I stood on the railing on the upper level of the brothel. There I could see all of the happenings of the whore house, trying to drown out the sounds of sex and fetishes around me. As I observed, my ears picked up something that didnt sound right.
I may not have known what rough sex sounded like, but this didnt sound like that, no this was more like a domestic dispute. I could only think that this would turn ugly if I didnt intervene soon. It seemed one of the prostitutes was refusing to perform a sexual act for a patron which didnt sit well with him.
At first, I couldnt care less about the situation but as I paid closer attention, listening to their words, catching the shifts in their tone, and reading some loud body language, I came to the conclusion more than evident she wasn't fairing to greatly against his forceful demands. No one else in the brothel seemed to want to make the first move, be it out of fear of the young man's clout, or the fact they genuinely just didnt care. It wasn't any their business and they figured maybe she should just give in and do as requested of her.
Fortunately for the prostitute, I didnt think that way, as I knew how degrading patrons could be to them, even if it was in the medical field. My hand had been forced into action when the patron struck her. I could feel the anger building in him and when he raised his hand to strike her again, I sprung into action catching the man's wrist.
"Good sir, I think its best if you do not damage the goods like that if you catch my drift. I think it is in your best interest if you leave the pretty lady alone." I tried to persuade, venom hanging on every word I spoke as I stared down the asshole. I gave him a look with a smirk that could only read as "Try me", but of course bravado outweighed common sense in this situation which I wasnt all too glad he didnt consider.
The young man wrenched his hand from my grip, threatening to kill me for interfering, which only served to piss me off even more. It wouldn't be all too hard to put a man too high and drunk to count to 10 out for the night. It seemed that we were now drawing a crowd, mostly whores wondering what was going to become of me, not knowing what I was capable of.
"I'm telling you now threatening me is not a good way to leave here in one peace. Don't let my decorum fool you, good sir, I'm not one to be trifled with unless you wish to see a doctor" I hissed, my attempt at trying to defuse the situation before action was taken, though I knew all too well it was going through one ear, flying through empty space, and out the other.
The man started flying off at the mouth at me, which only caused me to grip Malphas tightly and then bashed it upside the man's skull. Well, he didnt take to kindly to that and lunged forward at me. Clearly intoxicated or high, inebriated off his ass I sidestepped the individual, with a swipe at his hand with Nevermore, I took his hand from his forearm. A loud thud came as he fell over the balcony onto a table gripping his nubbed bleeding forearm.
Well, let us just say I was over this place, and I took my leave of it, apologizing to the Madame for the trouble and having the bill for the damages sent to my father. I couldnt get out of there fast enough, finding a spot some ways down in order to take a moment. She came to me again while I was catching my breath, taking my face in her hands as she knelt before me.
"Stay strong my child, you are close to cleansing her of her ailment my son. Do not falter now, you are nearly there" her words were so encouraging, so uplifting I knew I couldnt fail "I know mother, I won't fail you." I assured her, to which she smiled, and proceeded to vanish as Cullen approached.
In his hand was a torn page. "I snatched this from the guest book while you were making a scene Sir." he said, a look of satisfaction on his face for a job well done. Indeed it was just that a job well done.
When night came, the ember haired woman would find that on her way home, a creeping feeling of being watched would be nipping at her neck like a cold wind. The longer the feeling lingered the more she would be looking over her shoulders, the panic slowly setting in till it was too late.
When she turned and saw it, it was already to late, a blunt object knocking her out cold in the night, the sounds of her being dragged away dying in the air. It was about to be quite the cleanse once she wakes up. ☠
"Common Tongue"
"Silvain Tongue"
"Cullen"
"Self-Thoughts"
