Virtue - a Fairy Tale

by Amanda Hocking

  Scelestus stood by a window, staring out at the fog rolling in, and trying to make herself look as sad and concerned as the situation called for.

  “Did I do something?” he asked wearily.

  “Whatever do you mean, darling?” Her voice sounded syrupy, and she hoped it had just the right amount of concern in it. She pulled herself away from the window and walked over to where her husband sat on the bed.

  “Did I do something bad to be cursed like this?” His red-lined eyes stared up her, filled with despair. “First my wife, then my daughter. Why is everyone I care about taken from me?”

  “You still have me, Gabriel.” Scelestus smiled thinly at him and placed her hand over his. He didn’t pull it away, but she was beginning to suspect that he felt almost the same about her as she did about him. Their marriage hadn’t been a sham from the start, at least not on his part, but her spells eventually wore off. She wasn’t all powerful. Yet.

  “I am glad for that.” He squeezed her hand once, then pulled his away.

  “Besides that, I’m sure Lily wasn’t ‘taken’ from you.” She looked away from him, finding it too difficult to look sad when she felt so thrilled. Inside, she was as giddy as a school girl. Everything she had ever wanted was about to come true, thanks to that dreadful child.

  “What do you mean?” Lord Gabriel looked up at her hopefully, but she had her back to him, walking slowly around the room. She could pass off worried pacing more easily than she could worried conversation.

  “I’ve said it before. ‘Taken’ sounds so dramatic, but you’ve always had a flair for the dramatics.” Scelestus waved her hands, trying to downplay his fears. “Lily is of an age now where she wants to explore the world for herself. She can’t live in this palace forever.” Every time she said the word palace, she had to swallow the bitter taste it left in her mouth. As if this place could even laughingly be referred to as a palace anymore.

  “Why not?” He turned, his eyes following Scelestus. “I never moved out of here.”

  “Of course not, my Lord, but you’re a man.” She smiled at him, the way one might smile at a small, feeble-minded child. “This is your land that you were going to rule over. You had no need to leave.”

  “She’s going to rule here,” he pointed out. “I have no other heirs. This is her kingdom.” Scelestus coughed to cover up her automatic scoff at the word kingdom. A few acres of uninhabited land did not count as a kingdom.

  “No, her husband will rule,” Scelestus clarified. “For a woman to have any power, she must have a husband.” The painful truth of that stung too close to home, and for once, her face held legitimate sadness. “Lily hasn’t had any suitors yet.”

  “She’s never shown any interest!” Gabriel blustered, defending his daughter’s innocence.

  “Not to you. Not to her father.” Scelestus smiled at him. “And I may not be her mother, but I see things. She confides in me. She knows what society requires of a Lady, and she also knows what her heart yearns for.”

  “You think she left to find a boy?” He raised an eyebrow, looking shocked, worried, and hurt all at once.

  “I’m merely saying that she hasn’t found a boy here.” She gestured to the palace around them. “Perhaps she thought it best if she explores her options elsewhere.”

  “I would’ve brought suitors here, if I had known she was looking for one.” His shoulders slacked, and he looked away, feeling as if he’d failed his daughter.

  “I know, darling.” Scelestus walked over and rubbed his back, hoping he found the gesture comforting. “You’re a good father. But she’s young, impetuous. She needs to make her own way in the world.”

  “I hope you’re right,” he said sullenly.

  “When will you learn, Gabriel?” Scelestus asked. “I always am.”

  He acquiesced easier than anticipated. She had a few potions brewing in her room to calm him if this failed, and to be honest, Scelestus was surprised how quickly he’d been willing to think his daughter ran away. Scelestus had been trying to banish that little brat to boarding school for years, but Lily would never do anything wrong. She’d never so much as lied to her father, but when she disappears, he believes she’d been scheming to escape.

  Well, the Lord had never been a bright man. That is how Scelestus had managed to dupe him all these years.

  A small knock came at his chamber doors, and Lord Gabriel summoned the visitor before he had a chance to request admittance. He assumed that every knock, every call, every sound would be about his daughter, and so it would be for the rest of his life. Fortunately, by Scelestus’s counting, that should only be a matter of days.

  “Excuse me, my Lord,” Jinn said meekly, sliding in through a slit in the door. He never opened doors very wide, and Scelestus wasn’t sure whether it was out of habit from being sneaky, or if he wasn’t strong enough to push them all the way. “I don’t mean to disturb you in your time of need.”

  “No, it’s quite alright.” Gabriel had already settled back down on the bed. He had never liked Jinn, and Jinn spoke to him as little as possible.

  “I need to speak with the Lady for a moment.” Jinn looked at her.

  “Now?” Scelestus kept her voice even, but her eyes shot daggers at him. She didn’t want to leave her husband’s side for fear that someone would come in and talk sense in him, reminding him that Lily would never run away.

  “It’s of grave importance,” Jinn said emphatically, his gray eyes meeting hers.

  “Is it about my daughter?” Gabriel perked up, hearing the insistence in Jinn’s voice.

  “No, no.” Jinn answered too quickly, and Scelestus was already moving away from Gabriel. She didn’t wanted Jinn saying too much.

  “Excuse us, my Lord, I’ll be right back.” Scelestus didn’t look back at him and hurried out the door before he could say anything. As soon as the door shut behind her, she hissed at him, “What is it?”

  “Not here.” Jinn eyed the area around them suspiciously. “The walls have ears.”

  The servants were notorious for eavesdropping, especially on Scelestus. Any gossip about her was worth her weight in gold, it seemed. She hurried Jinn along as fast as he could go and practically shoved him into a secret passage way. Once she was certain they were safe, she crossed her arms and glared at him.

  “Well?”

  “I am very sorry.” Jinn bowed his head, wringing his heads together. Whatever news he had, he was too afraid to even look at her when he delivered it. “I’ve just received word from Valefor.”

  “That my package has arrived on time, in one piece?” Scelestus asked through gritted teeth.

  “No, my Lady, I am very sorry,” Jinn repeated, his voice getting quieter. “She never arrived. Valefor doesn’t know where she, or the delivery boy, is.”

  “You mean that horrible fool Lux has run off with her?” Scelestus had to use all her might to keep from yelling. She balled her hands into fists at her sides, her long nails digging into her skin.

  “I’m not sure, my Lady.” He shook his head. “Valefor did not know, and I haven’t had a chance to investigate myself. I came to you immediately, for your wishes.”

  “Valefor doesn’t know where his errand boy is?” Scelestus sneered and shook her head. “Maybe he’s not as powerful as I thought, if he can’t keep tabs on one stupid boy and one even stupider girl.” She exhaled deeply and unfurled her fists. She rubbed a hand on her temple and breathed again. “No matter. I’ll find them myself. And when I do, I’ll slaughter them both.”

  “Would you like me to get your grimoira?” Jinn asked, looking up at her.

  “No. I’ll use my cauldron to find Lily. All I need is a lock of her hair, and then I’ll be able to go out and retrieve her.” Scelestus smiled wider as she thought of something. “And maybe I’ll find that idiotic boy who thought it wise to double cross me.”

  5

  Ever since he’d met that girl, nothing seemed to be going right for Lux. He’d left her in the woods the nig
ht before with the full intention of finding a replacement girl for Valefor and returning to his normal life. Unfortunately, he’d been unable to obtain a girl.

  Every time he met a suitable one, he’d feel this weird knot in his stomach when he thought about taking her back to Valefor. He’d never felt anything like it, at least not that he could remember, and he wondered if it was guilt. That seemed to be a common affliction among humans.

  Valefor hadn’t tried contacting him yet, or at least as far as he knew. Lux had been avoiding his usual haunts, including his home. He didn’t want to hear what Valefor had to say about all of this, not until he had something better to give him than a lame excuse.

  The night had felt long and exhausting, and he’d rented a room just so he could wash up and get some sleep. But sleep never really came. He tossed and turned, feeling a weird anxiety spreading over him. No matter what he did, he couldn’t get comfortable or shake the feeling of dread.

  His solution to this was his solution to all of life’s problems: find a beautiful girl to help him pass the time. Lux didn’t even care about finding someone for Valefor anymore. He just needed someone to calm his nerves, to take the edge off the way he felt. He dressed to the nines in a new suit, his hair slicked back, and set out to find someone to do the trick.

  Then Lux discovered a disturbing problem he’d never had before. He couldn’t do it. He could see a beautiful girl, even go up and talk to her, but the nauseated pit in his stomach only intensified the more he interacted with her. As soon as he’d lean in for a kiss, all he could think about was kissing Lily. Her lips had been cool and tasted of peppermint, and nothing would ever be as sweet. The hair on the back of his neck tingled.

  And just like that, the very thought of kissing another person disgusted him. He tried three different times with three different girls, but he could never bring himself to kiss them. He could charm them as much as he wanted, but he got no pleasure from it. In the end, if he couldn’t have more than a conversation, he didn’t see the point.

  At the very edge of Insontia, buried in a cave on the side of the cliff, was a dank little bar called the Devil’s Knee. The lights were dim, the patrons were ugly, and it smelled of wet dog and urine, so it was the kind of place that Lux never frequented. That made it perfect for avoiding Valefor, but that’s not why he went. On any given night, at any given time, he could find Gula seated there, getting sloshed on stale mead and eating barbecued goblin wings.

  Lux didn’t really have friends. His lifestyle didn’t allow for that, but Gula was the closest thing he had to one. He’d known him the longest since they’d joined Valefor around the same time, and Gula had to be the friendliest of the peccati. In fact, out of the seven peccati, only Lux and Gula seemed interested in interaction on any level. The rest were happier doing their business and keeping to themselves as much as possible.

  When Lux pushed open the door to the bar, a hunchback with one arm tried to trip him. Lux knocked him down without a second thought and looked for Gula. He always had the same booth, near the back under a broken lantern that flickered just above his head. Most of the patrons were horrible, sniveling looking men, if they were even human, and Gula stood out like a sore thumb.

  Gula was a massive man, easily weighing a quarter of a ton, and well over six-feet-tall. Lux had never seen Gula come or go, so he could never understand exactly how he fit into the booth. His dark hair hung just past his shoulders, and his green eyes were always smiling. Lux had always suspected that Gula would be an attractive man underneath the rolls of fat, but he’d never had the chance to see him that way.

  Thick red barbecue sauce covered his mouth, hands, and face. Even when he wiped it clean, his skin had a perpetual stain from being covered in it so frequently. A platter on the table overflowed with the greasy, fat goblin wings, and their brittle bones littered the floor where Gula discarded them. An amber pitcher of mead sat at the table, its edges marked with barbecue lipstick from where he drank from it. Gula had no need for tableware of any kind.

  “How are the wings tonight?” Lux smiled and slid into the booth across from him. He leaned as far back in the booth as he could, afraid of getting splatter on his shirt.

  “Lux, my good man!” Gula’s face spread into a happy grin. “I didn’t see you come in!” He hadn’t seen him because he never bothered to look up from his food, not unless it was gone.

  “I’m quiet as a mouse.” Lux looked away from his friend and motioned for the bartender to bring him a pitcher.

  “Well, that’s probably very good about now.” Gula wiped off his chin with the back of his arm.

  “What do you mean?” Lux slipped off one of his rings and bobbed it back and forth over his knuckles. He did it mostly to busy himself, since he hated watching Gula eat. Few things in life were less appetizing than watching him slam down wing after wing.

  “You know.” Gula looked around and lowered his voice, then leaned across the table as much as his gut would let him. “Our boss.”

  “What are you talking about?” Lux stopped fiddling with his ring and looked at him sharply.

  “You don’t know what you didn’t do?” Gula’s face scrunched with confusion.

  “No. I don’t even know what that means.” Lux shook his head. The bartender dropped a pitcher and a glass on the table, making them clank loudly. Lux barely glanced at him, preferring to study Gula’s reactions.

  “What did you do last night?” Gula asked, still keeping his voice quiet.

  “This is about the job?” Lux knew it was about the job, but he wanted to know how much Gula, and Valefor, knew about all of this, so he played dumb. He also had no intention of telling anyone about Lily, or what he’d done with her.

  “Did you do the job last night?” Gula asked.

  “I picked up a package,” Lux replied evasively and poured himself a glass of mead. The glass was still dirty, so he wiped at the rim with his sleeve before taking a drink. “Why? What did you hear? How do you even know about it?”

  “How do you think?” Gula gave him a hard look and bit into another wing.

  “I don’t know what you do or how you find out what’s going on.” Lux stared down at the glass on the table, turning it absently. “I mean this as inoffensively as possible, but I’ve never understood the point of you. As far as I can tell, you only sit here, eating and drinking.”

  “I do more than that,” Gula said jovially. “I do whatever the boss asks of me, but this is the point of me. We’re all supposed to spread our part, and luckily for me, my part is eating and drinking as much as I can.” He took another huge bite, and with a mouth full of food, he continued. “Your part has always been women, which is why they suspect you have a hand in this.”

  “What are you talking about?” Lux looked up at him and wiped at spittle that had landed on his forehead. “And please don’t talk with your mouth full, Gula. This is a very expensive suit.”

  “You have more suits than I have goblin wings.” Gula rolled his eyes and gulped down the rest of his food. “Last night, were you sent to pick up a girl?”

  “I was.” Lux took another drink of his mead.

  “That girl never arrived at her appointed destination,” Gula looked at him seriously. “And I don’t want to know where she is or what happened. The boss wants me to find out and report back to him, but he won’t come out here to speak to me, so …” He shrugged.

  “Can’t he just get another girl?” Lux asked. “There’s nothing special about this one.”

  As soon as he said it, he knew it was a lie. He couldn’t place it, but there had to be something about her. He couldn’t stop thinking of her, and he’d disobeyed Valefor for the first time in his long tenure of service.

  “I don’t know,” Gula shook his head. “He wants this one, but he isn’t saying why. She’s very valuable to him.” He lowered his voice even more, afraid of who might be overhearing. That’s why he never used Valefor’s name in public, lest someone be listening. “You need to
bring him that girl.”

  “What if I can’t?” Lux asked.

  “Did you kill her?” Gula’s eyes widened with shock.

  “No, you know I’ve never been fond of murder. It’s far too messy.” He took off his ring so he could roll it over his knuckles again and stared off at an empty point on the wall. “I just… I can’t give her to him.” He sighed heavily, unsure of how to explain it. “For one thing, I don’t have her. But even if I did … she’s put some kind of spell on me. I can’t stop thinking about her or worrying, and I can’t let him destroy her.”

  “You know what your problem is?” Gula asked. “You’re too pretty. You’ve always been too pretty, and you get everything you want. You can’t always get it, Lux. You can have nearly everything, but you can’t have the things that belong to our boss.”

  “I’ve been afforded all the same opportunities in this life as you,” Lux shook his head. “And that’s not what this is about. It has nothing to do with our boss.”

  “I don’t understand what’s going on with you. But he will kill you,” Gula said. “I’m telling you this as a friend. You need to bring him the girl before he destroys you. I like you, and I don’t want to learn to deal with some new jerk because you let a pretty girl dazzle you.”

  “I can’t do it.” The pain in his chest and stomach intensified and Lux squirmed uncomfortably. “I don’t care what he does to me. I can’t bring her to him.”

  “You’re putting her needs in front of your own?” Gula asked skeptically.

  “It appears that way,” Lux sighed and rubbed his temple. He’d never put anyone before himself, and it was such a horrible time to start.

  “You’re freaking me out a little bit,” Gula said.

  “It’s freaking me out,” Lux admitted drearily and took another drink of his mead. “So what am I to expect from him? Total and utter destruction?