The large mirror, set in a silver frame on the wall, reflected every slow, elegant movement of her hand, running a brush through her dark mahogany hair and untangling its long waves. She watched her pale hand, reflected in the mirror, in a repetitive motion go up and down through her hair. She had to look beautiful for Kristoff today... After all, they were going out for a dinner, together with a friend of his - Herr Köhler, a man she's heard a lot about from the Advocate's mouth. But the true reason for her spending so much time was not an acquaintance of his... She had to look beautiful for her fiance himself. Her softly parted lips, plump and crimson with the color of lipstick she has used, curled upwards a little at his image, appearing in her mind. Kristoff was a man a woman could just dream of; he was chivalrous, kind, elegant, successful... He always complimented her, gave her gifts, told her she's beautiful...<br/>Her pale cheeks blushed a little at the thought. It was a nice thought, really.<br/>Since the year ago, when they first met, she thought of him maybe more often than what she'd like to admit. At first, she was reluctant to admit to some feelings, but gradually, they grew in her soul, blossoming like an alluring cherry, rose in color and letting her senses drown in the aroma, too overpowering to defend against.<br/><br/>And today, she'd see him again. She'd wear one of her best dresses for him - it hung there, on her wardrobe, clean and prepared for her to dress herself as she sat in front of the mirror, only in her white undergarments.<a class="postlink" href="https://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/3c/24/88/3c248877afe38a371675b0b93f059d8d.jpg">It</a>had a muted rose color, much akin to that of champagne, and its front, opening up at the chest a little, was embroidered in large curls. It would cascade down and cover her thighs; covered by the furcoat of a light brown hue that she'd don onto it, it would sure appear magnificent enough to charm him.<br/>She ran the brush through her hair a few more times, before softly setting it down onto the side table, and taking the dress up; it clung to her figure, hugging her tightly, yet didn't bare her movements. She picked up the new pair of tights, prepared to be worn on her bed, and carefully put them on, paying attention to putting no holes in the silk.<br/><br/>Finally, she stood before the mirror; simple in appearance, her hair brushed sideways just a little, and wearing no jewelry other than a small brilliant ring, but that was for some reason very complimenting to her appearance.<br/>Kristoff said he liked beautiful, but simple things, that he adored her when she looked natural, like a rose in bloom, unmarred by anything that would dare try to break this alluring beauty. That he wanted his gaze to feast on her, not on her dress or her jewels, that the garment and the ornaments should be there only to accentuate her beauty, not to make up for its lack. She loved it when he talked like that; if for nothing else, then for the way the words slithered from his lips, the way he caressed her cheek, slowly running his gloved hand down her jawline, when he complimented her.<br/>Was this not what they called love? Was this not that emotion everyone described in such florid detail?<br/>She couldn't wait to see him again - even though she has been with him in the morning already, now, being invited to a dinner, was something different; not only was it devoid of the rush of the early forenoon, but it also held a different atmosphere, with the gloss of jewels and heavy aroma of expensive perfume, just like the one she has just sprayed onto herself softly, careful not to overdo it. It has been a gift from him as well...<br/><br/>Kai himself had a somewhat different sort of business on his mind as he swiftly drove back into his house. Refreshed and full of strength... Though maybe that strength didn't come from the clearest sources... What a luck that no holy being lingered nearby, for would one do so, they could see the aura of darkness, seeping from his very form as he walked up the stairs into his bedroom, a smile on his lips and eyes narrowed in confidence. He sure had a beautiful feast.<br/>Now, only to prepare himself for the dinner. He had to make sure that he would make himself appear as excellent as it was only possible; after all, not only was he meeting with Annika, but also Frau Hitler, a relative of the Fuhrer, someone he definitely had to show off before. One of his best suits it was, then.<br/><br/>The fabric, a dark crimson in color, was pulled over his chest more than graciously, and his fingers buttoned the buttons quickly, to gently push the edges of the shirt into the suit pants, blacker than the night itself and tailored perfectly for his figure. It was a new one, not worn once in his life, crafted to resemble the appearance of the gentlemen of the nineteenth century, complete even with a pocket watch and silver buttons. The vest was dark grey, just a few shades lighter than the suit itself, with velvety matte ornaments of a deep black hue, resembling royal lilies and vines, and it stood out beautifully underneath the jacket, so dark that the light around it seemed to dim a little - or was that just a trick of the lighting in the room?<br/>For the last time, he straightened the tie, black just as well, stacked underneath the vest and the tall collar of the burgundy shirt, and pinned a long pin into it, adorned by a crude shard of black obsidian, held between wicked-looking claws of silver. Finally, he slid his black leather gloves, made from the most exquisite material, on, and after shooting one last glance to himself in the mirror, he decided that the long jacket, exposing the vest and shirt, together with the silver chain, hanging from its pocket in a curve, looked complimenting enough for him to wear outside. With those thoughts, he walked down the stairs once more.<br/><br/>This was almost like during the 19th century, which he had spent in London... A wonderful time it was, truly. In fact, he would have just about reached for the cane, would he not have realized it would look utterly ridiculous at this time. Dismissing the idea, he picked the bag, prepared before the door, up, and threw his coat, lined with delicate sable fur on the collar, over his shoulders.<br/><br/>The tires of the Heinkel screeched before the house, and she heard them, she was already waiting by the window, looking out for his coming. A smile spreading through her lips, she grabbed her mink furcoat, together with the pair of small leather gloves, and with her heels softly clicking on the floor, she made her way out of the house.<br/>He was already waiting for her before the door. The moment she opened it, he bowed to her softly, taking her hand up and kissing it fleetly. "Am I, by any chance, hallucinating, Milady?" he spoke to her silently, at what she blushed. "For I am quite certain I've never once in my life seen a woman of a beauty like yours."<br/>She covered her lips with her fingertips, chuckling softly at the compliment. "Then we must be both dreaming, for I have yet to meet a gentleman that could compare with you, Kristoff." she whispered into his ear, leaning in a little.<br/><br/>"Indeed, we both have to be dreaming." he smiled a little back, offering her his arm to hold onto and follow him into the car. The air was chilly with the oncoming evening, but in a way, that was comfortable, more than comfortable.<br/>For today, he had actually employed a driver, although he usually preferred to drive by himself. Annika, however, was someone whom he couldn't neglect. She herself was very pleased when he held the door to the back seats open, and after her setting herself down on the leather seats, he sat right beside her on the other side. It was only a short drive before reaching their destination - both of them wanted to take a little walk before meeting their company.<br/><br/>"I got you a present for today." retrieving a small box from the bag, holding his personal possessions, he offered it to her, twisting himself a little to look her straight in the eyes when he handed it over. Her gaze shimmered with excitement, and she took it over into her hand, slowly lifting the dark navy-colored cover - to find a thin silver chain, adorned by a piece of crystal, set in silver. Her jaw sank down, plump lips forming a small 'o' as she took it out, carefully, and admired the brilliant reflections of the light that the gem cast on all of the car's interior.<br/>"It's gorgeous." she whispered, putting it near her neck as if to let him see.<br/>"It indeed is, but not as gorgeous as the jewel, fated to carry it." he closed the chain on the back of the graceful curve that formed her neck.<br/><br/>After he sank back into his seat casually, she leaned over, climbing closer to him through the luxurious interior of the vehicle. Her eyes narrowed, and she placed one hand onto his thigh. "You're charming as always." she whispered, almost seductively in a low tone. He, raising one gloved hand, stroke her down the cheek gently, and pressed a fleet kiss onto her neck, just underneath her jawline.<br/>"A woman of such qualities as you deserves no less... Do not let anyone ever tell you else." he assured her, voice like silk, even though his black eyes were hollow and dark.<br/>"I don't want anyone else to tell me... I only want you to tell me, Kristoff, only you." she spoke back, her hands crawling onto his back, to pull the thread, binding his hair, off. Fiercely, almost like a cat, but bearing the same elegance, she gazed at him from underneath her long, thick lashes, just inches from his face.<br/>He chuckled a little. "You do dislike me wearing my hair bound, do you not?" he spoke in jest, at what she smiled a little, shrugging.<br/><br/>A few moments of long gazing later, though, she climbed off him once more, letting him exit the vehicle and open the door for her, to offer her a hand once more. She took note of the new pair of shoes he was wearing, too - they were almost polished enough to see one's reflection in their tips. How typical of him, the everlasting perfectionist.<br/><br/>As she walked with him down the street, she didn't really mind the cold, biting at her almost bare calves; sure the air was icy, but snow was scarce, pushed in the shade and onto the edges of roads and pavements not only by wind, but also by the feet of the passers-by. "I'm truly looking forwards to meeting Frau Hitler and Herr Köhler..." she uttered, gazing indistinctly into the distance. She has met Paula before, but this man, Kristoff's good friend, was yet a mystery to him; she has heard of him, and maybe even caught a glimpse of him, but what sort of man he was, that she knew not. She watched the wind play with Kai's silky black hair, picking its strands, almost as long and thick as her own waves of dark mahogany, up and dropping them back down onto the lining of his coat. It was fascinating.<br/>"They're wonderful people and interesting company; I can vouch for that." Kai assured her, giving her a sideways glance and a small smile.<br/>She was a beautiful woman, that was sure, a beautiful woman with enough wealth in her father's pockets to let one live comfortably for the rest of her life; he didn't mind it at all that she could think little for herself except for shopping for clothes and jewels. After all, he had no need for a woman that thought too much - one like that would figure out too much. He needed a woman that would pave his way upwards, to success, and look good sat beside him. That was why was he was already planning their marriage... While she was young and beautiful, she was good. Once she'd age... One of them would have to go.<br/>He would have found that sad, would he actually be capable of feeling sadness towards a human being.<br/><br/>He had no issues from feeling Erlind's aura from afar already - and soon enough, he sighted him as well.<span style="font-style: italic">Asmodei, I'm on my way. Just in front of you.</span>he informed him, though on the outside not letting Annika know that he sighted him. Only when they were near enough, he raised his head higher, looking over to Annika. "Over there. That's them." he exclaimed.<br/>A smile was sparked up on his lips, but this time it was a different sort - a confident, smug one. He took his hat off the moment he was close enough, letting the wind rake through his long hair set free, and holding it in front of his chest, he bowed to the two of them softly. "Gutte Abend, Frau Hitler, Herr Köhler. It is such a pleasure to meet you, milady... And no less of a pleasure to see you again, Erlind." he spoke, before returning the hat back on his head. "I am Kristoff Axel Jaeger, and this is my fiancee, Annika Rohr." she introduced the girl to Paula. Annika offered her a hand. "It's nice to meet again. And I am pleased to meet you, Herr Köhler. Any friend of Kristoff's is a friend of mine just as well." she spoke silently.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You've got yourself quite the lady, I have to say that's for sure... Shall we go, then? We shall not dine in my house... I couldn't get food soon enough for that. It would be much better to go to a restaurant, I suppose.</span>Kai gave Erlind a look, in which embers of mischief lit up in embers, and took Annika by the hand once more.<br/>"The evening is beautiful, is it not? An ideal time for dinner, I daresay." he spoke aloud.