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Better the Devil You Know	By : Meowshi Category: +A through F > Dungeons & Dragons Views: 1531 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dungeons and Dragons, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story contains original characters, but many names of places, spells, monsters, etc are from D&D.

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Chapter 1: Moonlit Mischief

Tiny, restless feet padded across the cold limestone floors of the Château de Moreau. The moon was in full view and a chill ran through the corridors of the large estate, causing Lilouette to shiver slightly and hug her shoulders. The frigid air of the corridor made her draw in a sharp intake of breath as she crept past another sauntering patrol of Moreau House Guards. Back in the comforts of her room there was a grand fireplace and lynx-fur blankets to keep her warm, but now all that stood between her and the coolness of the night were the clothes she had been sleeping in an hour before; a small pair of frilly red undergarments and a translucent nightgown made of samite and silk. Neither provided much in the way of warmth and she could feel her small nipples pebbling underneath the thin fabric.
The young tiefling moved quietly through the moonlit corridor, her features delicate; with high cheekbones, a small nose, and full lips. Her obsidian-black skin shimmered subtly in the moonlight that leaked in from the arrowslits lining the walls, providing a pretty contrast to the ethereal, blood-red freckles sprinkled across her cheeks, nose, and arms. Lilouette’s long, flowing white hair cascaded down her back in loose, tousled waves as she ducked stealthily behind tall, ornate potted plants and bubbling fountains to evade detection. Her upper body was slender and toned; her arms and shoulders noticeably defined, a result of years spent training in horseback riding and fencing. Her lower body was also slender, with long, toned legs and a petite waist; facts confirmed by her current state of undress.
While her typical attire consisted of expensive, form-fitting garments tailored with great care to accentuate her lithe form; the intermittent gaps in between guard rotations meant that she lacked the time to don her usual wardrobe in its entirety. Despite the fact that she was only eleven years old, her opalescent horns were already thick and long, sweeping out backward from the sides of her brow and already promising to extend back behind her head as she matured. A sleek black tail, thin and sinewy, trailed behind her, capable of snapping loudly if cracked like a whip; though she considered this an uncouth, unladylike activity. Unlike the rest of her family, who all shared the same pupilless white eyes; hers were a strikingly pearlescent purple and orange, glimmering with intelligence and a hint of arrogance. For those who didn't recoil at the sight of tieflings, she was a strikingly pretty young girl. With a combination of refined features and athletic prowess, she possessed an alluring yet dangerous charm.
The girl’s heart quickened as another patrol suddenly emerged in the hallway she had been skulking down, and she hurriedly dived behind a tapestry hanging from the wall. The colorful wool drapery depicted a gorgeously rendered scene of little human knights being splayed and crucified, in tribute to one of her older brother's successful war efforts. She noticed that her bare feet poked out from beneath the gruesome tapestry, but fortunately, they blended into the shadows being cast on the wall because of her soot-black flesh.
She frowned at the sentries as they stomped past obliviously; the fact that she could so easily evade the men paid to keep her and her family safe would be something she would have to bring up with her father later. Nothing kept the guards alert and diligent like an evening spent at the mercy of his barbed whip. The young noblewoman gracefully darted to the window sill located at the end of the hall and smiled mischievously as she nimbly bounded down a handmade rope of bedsheets and curtains that she had placed there earlier.
As her dainty feet touched the ground, she immediately fell into the suffocating darkness of the estate's extensive gardens. After crouching silently for a few seconds and making sure that no one was barreling down the rope in pursuit of her, Lilouette dug into the backside of her panties and retrieved the unlit candle she had swiped from her nightstand. Her taloned fingers curled around the cool wax as she whispered the words of an infernal incantation, and with a practiced flick of her wrist, a burst of flame sparked to life on the wick. She smiled approvingly; performing the minor prestidigitation spell had become easier with time. The light from the candle provided enough illumination for her to see what was directly in front of her, but not enough so that it would be easily seen by any guards peering into the gardens.
She bounded across the dewy grass, relishing the feeling of freedom that hastened her breath and filled her lungs with anticipation. Her accomplice in crime stood idly in the bushes, the dim light of her candle glinting off of its cold, metallic skin.
“I hope you remembered to bring me some commoner’s rags, Vigil,”; she said haughtily, not bothering to greet her long-standing warforged guardian, “It wouldn’t do for the Marquis’ daughter to parade around the city in her smallclothes.”
Vigil, who had never been much of a conversationalist, wordlessly handed her a knapsack filled with rags and tatters designed to make her look like another dusty pauper wandering the streets at night. Lilouette brought the shabby clothes up to her nose and inhaled deeply, twisting her cute little face up in disgust. In her opinion, they smelled like they had been primarily used to wipe asses rather than conceal them.
“At the very least I shall smell authentic,” she mused disdainfully as she drew her nightgown up over her head. Despite herself, she felt her cheeks flush slightly as she stripped in front of her warforged companion. She knew the metallic construct had no carnal desires and certainly wouldn’t have any interest in her undeveloped body even if it did, but it was still embarrassing to disrobe in front of another sapient being.
When she was finished pouring herself into her threadbare garments, she dove into the knapsack to retrieve the rest of her equipment for the night; a pouch full of silver coins, a long hood to conceal her royal face, and her gem-encrusted, whitesteel rapier. She nodded approvingly at the haul and then turned to make her way down into the city, when suddenly Vigil broke the silence by calling after her.
“I come,” it declared in that monotone, manufactured voice of his.
“No Vigil, we’ve discussed this,” she replied with a huff, though she secretly appreciated his concern, “What kind of little pauper girl has a warforged guardian? You would break the illusion if you came stomping around behind me. I promise I will be safe. Just stand outside my room and make sure no one tries to check on me. Daddy would kill me if he found out I had snuck out, and he would dismantle you for allowing me to.”
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