Seven Deadly Sons

Ameline. (6)

Lugging these baskets was going to be incredibly longwinded, but I'd spent all my money on the food and drink that would likely be wasted anyway. I couldn't afford even the simplest of trick-spells, let alone a full edur-spell to carry the baskets, blanket and decorations for me.

So I carried them, absolutely pouring in sweat in this stupid frilly dress, back to the pretty grove.

Arranging the items around the space now, I was quite proud of my work.

The special tree seat had grown to plush fruition, the lesser creatures continuing the dance around their work. I didn't much mind them enjoying the space.

I had laid out two silk rugs on opposite sides of the area; hoping to start on one in the midday, but progress to the scene of the murder as the sun moved (hopefully suggested by him after some thoughtful words about how cold it was outside of the sunlight) and there I would hand him the glass with the dusting of the horse tranquilliser ketamine. The hallucinogenic should hopefully keep him sated long enough for my knife to slice his heart right out his furious little chest.

I had decided the prince would definitely be the one of Fury, for he had killed countless souls and shall repent for his sins in the depths of hell.

The bases of the five candelabras were buried under a few inches of dirt to hold them in place should the wind blow, and if the flames blew out and the sun stopped emitting light there was one rock diamond chandelier suspended from the canopy. Though it looked marvellous, it was ridiculously hard to attach the mechanism to the flimsy branches, and could honestly fall down at any moment.

I skirted around it as I went to place throw pillows on the rugs, chucking them as if this was all completely unplanned, casual, not where I was going to kill someone at all.

I had decided during my laps of the forest that I'd have to ply him with an obscene amount of alcohol. I am certain he would prefer to pick what drinking games we play, so I left decks of tarot cards and piles of even sticks with colourfully dyed tips around the rugs for temptation. The creatures loved to play with both food and drink: everything was an event for mischief, even a picnic in the woods. Especially a picnic in the wood with a human.

Piles of napkins were held down with a variety of cutlery — mostly for show, they never seemed to use it anyway. Though, this was the first noble creature I have met, so perhaps he would notice there were fish knives and pastry forks in the mix. I couldn't afford a genuine full set of silver so I had stolen and found what I could that the richest of the poor had thrown out —.

The amount of napkins was also entirely unnecessary, but everything the rich did was. A blatant show of wasted money was the best way to lull one into a false sense of security.

With the sun to soon set and my date arriving tomorrow at dawn, I decided to get some kip in. I laid down on the second rug (so as not to ruin the new grass so soon) and stretched in the last trickled of warmth from the golden setting sun. The sky turned red as I day-dreamed of extinguishing this race.

When tomorrow comes, I will have to travel to the seedy UnderCourt. They hold their own rules there, even have their own makeshift monarchy - though the succession is by a different kind of blood. To take the throne you had to kill all those who challenged you for it, pouring the blood from their head onto the chair so that it could freeze and join its predecessors. The whole seat was made of frozen blood, the occasional bone. It was spelled by a true witch so that only the most ruthless could keep his court alive, otherwise, the much more regal court of Afalon would have destroyed it long ago.

I did not worry about the food because the portal should keep it in stasis, as it did with the surrounding area of this grove and wherever it was placed in the flipside world. Though, the forest itself was enchanted so I suppose the portal only adds an extra sheen of beauty to the already sickeningly exquisite world.