Chapter 1: Rain on a Venue
Quite a day for a wedding. The sky had darkened to a forlorn grey as heavy rain flooded the once pristine visage of the gardens. Sullivan tapped his gloved fingers on the armrest of his chair as he observed the waterlogged decor of his own wedding venue just outside his window. Rain was supposed to be a sign of good luck for such a happy day, but he never cared for the local superstitions. They came and went every century or so and most would soon be forgotten, especially by those who only had time to spare.
The guests had already retreated inside, gleeful to be attending any sort of soiree hosted by the Drakovich Household. Sullivan thought back to his last marriage, how it began, how it ended. Mostly how it ended as he poached another pretty little wife in order to establish a shadow empire of his own making. His pitiable ambitions were only to occupy his time. There was truly nothing else that could curb his boredom.
He stopped his strumming as his hands began to ache, balling them into fists clothed in pure white silk that matched his suit. The stinging pain from burns bone-deep crackled throughout his palms down to his fingertips. There was not much he could do except grin and bear it. It was a blessing to know the nerves within his hands had finally regrown, but the process was not one he endured with any amount of glee.
Sullivan's wallowing was soon interrupted by a knock on the door before it opened to allow his unruly cousin, Oliver, to slip inside. "Well don't you look like a dapper young gentleman, cousin. If I didn't know you better, I'd be fooled into believing it!" Oliver's toothy grin spread wide across his face as he knowingly poked the metaphorical bear. He has what most would call a boyish charm to him with a mischievous grin that would put the Cheshire cat himself to shame if he ever saw it. His sandy brown hair was an anomaly within their household as most if not all of their ancestors had hair as black as ink, a color that Sullivan himself wore.
Sullivan rose from his seat before walking over to his next of kin, towering over him. "I don't need your brand of compliments, Oliver." He looked at the time on his watch, already knowing that night would soon be upon them. The darkness in his millenia old eyes could only grow colder as time continued on one small tick at a time.
"You know, most people would be happier on their wedding day." Oliver prodded. "You could smile a bit, maybe?" He wriggled his eyebrows at his cousin, trying to tease him as much as he could, as he always did.
"No." Sullivan flatly replied, tugging at the hem of his silk glove out of habit. This day was more or less like any other to him; it wasn't the first time he had ever been married, and it certainly won't be the last. He can only reason that he should probably try and keep this one a bit longer, but who knows, his temperament was unpredictable at times and his appetite voracious. He wasn't sure how long he would keep his new little… pet, let's call her, but surely she would make a meal more delectable than any treat he had ever eaten over the many, many years he had been alive. Even so, the thought didn't please him as much as it should have. "Let's go. I want to get this over with."
"As you wish, cousin." Oliver humbly stated. Oliver bowed low, one hand to his chest, the other pointing the way as if he was but a humble servant to his noble master. However, Sullivan knew it only to be a mocking gesture on his part.
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