[FIC] Sweet Sacrifice, Animamundi, Mephistopheles/Lillith, T
Title: Sweet Sacrifice
Fandom: Animamundi: Dark Alchemist
Pairing: Mephistopheles/Lillith
Notes: For June Fic-a-Day. Contains Mephistopheles-style pseudo early modern english.
Requested by toreadore_rose here (previously filled)
It had only been three days, not enough time to get through even half the books in her father's library, but Lillith was already absolutely terrified that maybe no amount of time would ever be enough to save her brother. Mephistopheles had assured her that it wouldn't happen, that with the blood of the Zaberisk line running through her she'd certainly be able to restore him to life, but she couldn't shake those terrible doubts.
She didn't know what she'd do if she couldn't restore Georik to life. He was the most important person in the world to her, though perhaps it was wrong for her to feel that way towards him rather than towards her betrothed. He was the only family she could even remember having, he mother and father both gone when she was too young to clearly recall them. She could not lose him.
So she continued to read, and read, and read until her eyes blurred, turning Sebastian away every time he came and entreated her to rest. He'd understand soon why she stayed in Wolfgang's library to all hours of the night. When he saw Georik alive and well again he'd be so happy that he'd forgive her for worrying him, she just knew it. But until then she needed to keep pouring over the books, plucking out every secret of magic she could from them.
The one she was reading now spoke of demons, and the sacrifices that might be made to them. Once you'd managed the difficult feat of convincing a demon to lend you its strength, the book said though she wasn't sure how difficult it could be when Mephistopheles had seemed happy enough to come to her, offering the proper sacrifices could grant the demon more power that it could in return use in aiding you. Sacrifices of blood and lives were the main ones, of course, something which even for Georik she could never do, but there were others that she looked over with more interest. The sacrifice of a soul, another that was expected, but having started down the path of witchcraft she doubted that her soul was still in God's possession anyway. The sacrifice of health, which she'd never had much of to start with. If she were alone in the world she would gladly offer to sacrifice the prestige that came with her family's name to Mephistopheles to bring Georik back more quickly, but as things were it just wouldn't do; once her brother was alive and well she couldn't make him deal with their family's good name quickly vanishing because she'd traded it away to a demon. The sacrifice of...
She looked at Mephistopheles over the top edge of the book. He was hovering attentively near by as he had been for days, sorting out the books she could safely ignore and those which were most likely to help her in her task and offering the occasional suggestion or word of encouragement when she tried out a spell.
"Mephisto..." she said, setting the book down on the floor and smoothing out her skirt. "Could you help more if I could offer you a sacrifice? Would my brother come back faster?"
He chuckled, a sound that felt like it was twisting all through her mind, and said, "Thou hast little more to offer, my lady."
"Still!" she insisted. "If I thought of something, would it help? Would I have my brother back sooner?"
He lifted her hand, his long sharp nails curling delicately across the back of her fingers. "Indeed, any sacrifice my lady might offer would be used for restoring Georik Zaberisk. Had thou a thought towards what might be offered?"
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her mind focusing on the last sacrifice the book had informed her of. It would be worth it, if it ensured that Georik would really come back. She was certain that St. Germant wouldn't be angry with her, even if it was something which by all rights belonged to him. He loved her brother as much as she did; sometimes she suspected the he loved him even more than he loved her. He would forgive her any sin if it meant Georik was safe and well.
And as for what Georik himself would think... he wouldn't know. He would never know. And so it would never upset him.
She grabbed the bottoms of her skirt and petticoats and lifted them all together until they were pulled above her hips then pushed off her drawers, leaving her exposed before Mephistopheles as she had never been before any man since she was an infant. "Then I'll sacrifice my innocence to you, Mephisto. Let him come back as soon as possible!"
For a moment she thought he might laugh at her again. He looked like he was about to; she hadn't known him long but she could already recognize the mocking twinkle in his eye, though he was usually very kind to her. Then he lifted the hand which he still help and bent down to kiss her fingertips. "I shall gladly accept thine offer, my lady."
And even when his nails lashed out and tore through the fabric of her dress to leave her fully bare, their sharpness frighteningly close to slicing through her skin as well, she did not fear the path that she had chosen to walk. If was for her brother. No sacrifice of herself would ever be too great.
Fandom: Animamundi: Dark Alchemist
Pairing: Mephistopheles/Lillith
Notes: For June Fic-a-Day. Contains Mephistopheles-style pseudo early modern english.
Requested by toreadore_rose here (previously filled)
It had only been three days, not enough time to get through even half the books in her father's library, but Lillith was already absolutely terrified that maybe no amount of time would ever be enough to save her brother. Mephistopheles had assured her that it wouldn't happen, that with the blood of the Zaberisk line running through her she'd certainly be able to restore him to life, but she couldn't shake those terrible doubts.
She didn't know what she'd do if she couldn't restore Georik to life. He was the most important person in the world to her, though perhaps it was wrong for her to feel that way towards him rather than towards her betrothed. He was the only family she could even remember having, he mother and father both gone when she was too young to clearly recall them. She could not lose him.
So she continued to read, and read, and read until her eyes blurred, turning Sebastian away every time he came and entreated her to rest. He'd understand soon why she stayed in Wolfgang's library to all hours of the night. When he saw Georik alive and well again he'd be so happy that he'd forgive her for worrying him, she just knew it. But until then she needed to keep pouring over the books, plucking out every secret of magic she could from them.
The one she was reading now spoke of demons, and the sacrifices that might be made to them. Once you'd managed the difficult feat of convincing a demon to lend you its strength, the book said though she wasn't sure how difficult it could be when Mephistopheles had seemed happy enough to come to her, offering the proper sacrifices could grant the demon more power that it could in return use in aiding you. Sacrifices of blood and lives were the main ones, of course, something which even for Georik she could never do, but there were others that she looked over with more interest. The sacrifice of a soul, another that was expected, but having started down the path of witchcraft she doubted that her soul was still in God's possession anyway. The sacrifice of health, which she'd never had much of to start with. If she were alone in the world she would gladly offer to sacrifice the prestige that came with her family's name to Mephistopheles to bring Georik back more quickly, but as things were it just wouldn't do; once her brother was alive and well she couldn't make him deal with their family's good name quickly vanishing because she'd traded it away to a demon. The sacrifice of...
She looked at Mephistopheles over the top edge of the book. He was hovering attentively near by as he had been for days, sorting out the books she could safely ignore and those which were most likely to help her in her task and offering the occasional suggestion or word of encouragement when she tried out a spell.
"Mephisto..." she said, setting the book down on the floor and smoothing out her skirt. "Could you help more if I could offer you a sacrifice? Would my brother come back faster?"
He chuckled, a sound that felt like it was twisting all through her mind, and said, "Thou hast little more to offer, my lady."
"Still!" she insisted. "If I thought of something, would it help? Would I have my brother back sooner?"
He lifted her hand, his long sharp nails curling delicately across the back of her fingers. "Indeed, any sacrifice my lady might offer would be used for restoring Georik Zaberisk. Had thou a thought towards what might be offered?"
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her mind focusing on the last sacrifice the book had informed her of. It would be worth it, if it ensured that Georik would really come back. She was certain that St. Germant wouldn't be angry with her, even if it was something which by all rights belonged to him. He loved her brother as much as she did; sometimes she suspected the he loved him even more than he loved her. He would forgive her any sin if it meant Georik was safe and well.
And as for what Georik himself would think... he wouldn't know. He would never know. And so it would never upset him.
She grabbed the bottoms of her skirt and petticoats and lifted them all together until they were pulled above her hips then pushed off her drawers, leaving her exposed before Mephistopheles as she had never been before any man since she was an infant. "Then I'll sacrifice my innocence to you, Mephisto. Let him come back as soon as possible!"
For a moment she thought he might laugh at her again. He looked like he was about to; she hadn't known him long but she could already recognize the mocking twinkle in his eye, though he was usually very kind to her. Then he lifted the hand which he still help and bent down to kiss her fingertips. "I shall gladly accept thine offer, my lady."
And even when his nails lashed out and tore through the fabric of her dress to leave her fully bare, their sharpness frighteningly close to slicing through her skin as well, she did not fear the path that she had chosen to walk. If was for her brother. No sacrifice of herself would ever be too great.