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Hmmm? Take me where?

[He's just clueless when it comes to this sex thing, okay. He shakes his head, looking somewhat confused.]

No. Why would I be? You're just one of the thousands of people I have killed over the last several thousand years.

[If Diva was prone to face-palming, she would. Oh Cherie, you're so clueless.]

But I'm different, right? Because I'm not afraid of you. Or... Because I'm not afraid of dying. I'm a jewel.

[HE IS THE MOST CLUELESS he probably thinks innuendo is some kind of painting style or something]

No, not really. Many people haven't been afraid of me. Some welcomed me with open arms.

[And then the side of his mouth twitches in a sort of smile.]

But yes, you are a jewel. In your own way. And not because of the dying part.

[Diva's honestly surprised to hear that, since that it where she assumed most of the interest came from. But that just makes the question more tantalizing.]

...Really? Ah, then Cherie, why am I a jewel to you?

[He laughs slightly, looking amused. He's actually still quite upset that his killing failed, but he has learned to hide his emotions well. It's not that Cheriour hides behind masks- it's that every single face he has is a mask, and even he doesn't know what is the true face. Who's the real Cheriour underneath all the smiles and grins and laughter?]

Why should I spoil the fun of telling you that? We have our secrets, don't we?

[Diva huffs, rolling her eyes dramatically. She half-expected that answer, but it's still frustrating.]

Fine, I get it. Ask me something else, then.

Your daughters.

[There's a pause.]

They...you weren't lying about them, were you?

[And it's her turn to hide her emotions. Her tone and expression are neutral as she pushes away all the feelings that come with remembering her daughters. Every time, she can only hope that her death was enough, and that Nathan convinced Saya to not kill them. And when she thinks of that, she runs a hand through her hair idly, because she doesn't want to think what it means if he didn't.]

No. I wasn't.

[There's a beat, and she looks at him again.] And I really did die for them.

You died without knowing what would happen to them? How were you sure they wouldn't be killed like you were?

...And who was the father? This Amshel of yours?

I didn't. [The mask slips briefly as her lips quiver] But Saya, she's a good person. I don't think she could kill them. Even if she acts tough, she hates killing. She just hated me, so if I let her kill me, then she couldn't hate anyone else.

[It was a gamble, but it was a gamble full of so much background and complication. She was willing to die for them because she thought that if she died first, then Saya would spare them. But also, she wanted Saya to spare them, to see Riku's face in theirs and take care of them. Because if Amshel took care of them, they would grow up sad and lonely and used. Just like their mother.]

[But that part he didn't ask about.] After all, her little brother was their father. There's no way she would kill them if she just saw how beautiful they are.

So, you just died with only hope on your side...?

[How...incredibly sad. Cheriour's face softens somewhat...but he still can't forgive her for what she did. A killer is a killer, even if she had children she cared a lot about.]

Her little brother? Did she know about your relationship? And did he know that he was the father...?

Oh.

[Casually, but she can't help the sadistic smile that comes to her face] Well, only Sister's Chevalier could give me the children that I wanted, just like only my Chevalier could give Sister children. But Riku was adorable. I wanted him, so I took him.

[She leans back, pressing her fingers against her lips. She's clearly taking pleasure in retelling this story.] My dear sister, though, she was so upset to see Riku's body. She wasn't happy at all that he'd given me such a precious gift.

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How does that even make sense? That your sister's Chevalier could only give you children...why not your own? And did this Riku agree to your "taking", miss?

[And he stares somewhat with horror at the screen.] His body? You killed him?

[She giggles, because she's a bit pleased, actually. Not many people get to see the depths of her ruthless jealousy. Cheriour is so lucky.]

Of course. Because, you know, our blood is poison to each other, but also to each others' Chevalier. I just gave him some of my blood. Ahh, and it was too bad that Sister showed up when she did! I was going to make her other brother my Chevalier too... I should have, since he refused me later.

[Her hand drops from her lips] But as for everything else, hey, you're not good at reading into things, Cherie. I don't want to be crass. Saying that I raped him, that sounds so unbecoming of me.

...Your wiles know no bounds, miss.

[He does look horrified at the last part, and he purses his lips slightly as if that will help stem the outrage that is surely swarming in his mind right now.]

You. You did what. Miss, it's one thing to hurt and kill others, but quite another to...to take advantage of someone in such a shameful way!

[He just stares at the screen his expression moving to one of utter disbelief.]

What are you?

[His question makes her grin, because with it comes every memory of that question being asked. She had heard it so often. She had heard it when she stood on a pile of corpses, holding the head of her captor. She had heard it as she stood before witnesses that had seen all her cruelty and carnage before they were subjected to it themselves. That question excited her, because with it came every memory of her sadistic actions.]

What am I?

[The grin disappears, and she looks positively angelic] Why, I'm a delicate lady. Nothing else.

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