Conquest Of The Fallen: Dark Dominions

Chapter 147: Gyaru Twins

[? CHUN LI - Nicki Minaj.]

"I'm serious. How much are we talking?" Erika quit laughing. She put out her best poker face: a stern look that brought out more of the brownish pearls she had for eyes. She didn't seem anymore like an uppity bitch, and Rosa eased back on intimidating her. Erika was just being herself.

Meanwhile, Ravenna was looking to Rafel, passing with eye contact how much he really wanted Erika to know about. The blondette was still the student president.

Erika seemed to notice this and spoke first. "Oh! come on guys! I'm about to be your party planner, or hostess—whatever. Don't hold out on me now. Give the dets.

How much?!"

"It's okay," Rafel nodded to Ravenna.

The [Raven Arc] sophomore pushed her ass onto a seat, sliding to the desk top rather than the official chair. She beamed down at Erika and replied, "Five million." Her composure was naturally meek; a bit laid-back for the only princess of the Nine Realms.

For her father was the King: Ravenna de Vriés now hieress to the Imperian throne.

Erika blew through her glossed lips. "Five million, that's a lot. But it will only be the starting price. Our guests that day won't give a fuck about what they're buying, only that they get to feel good about tossing gold around. Rich people love the chance to prance. You should know a lot about that, Your Eminence."

Erika's eyes darted toward Rafel. Her use of his title as Apollyon further cemented the fact that she was coyly reminding him of her clandestine stake among the Children of the Crow.

She uncrossed her long legs. It drew attention to her glittery gold toenails. "I'm willing to drive up the price another zero," she said.

Percival gave Rafel a look. "Fifty million?!"

Erika nodded so calmly; Rosa folded her arms at her sophistication. "Isn't that too much of a stretch, Miss President?"

"Only to those who don't have it."

"Fifty million might be seed coin to your bourgeois heritage, but not to others!" Ravenna challenged in Rosa's defense.

Erika shifted in her poise. "Oh, pardon me, I forget you were born plebeian. But—" she held up her finger before Ravenna could retort, "I meant no insult. I'm sorry. If you can pull as much as fifty million from one party, why settle for five? Besides, if these weapons are such treasures of Legendary, Epic, and Divine status, they're worth it.

I'll polish the bidding calls so good the guests will be frothing at the mouth, begging to suck our high auction silver like Catherine the Great with a horse cock."

This made everyone laugh.

"But what's in it for me?" Erika asked, linking her pale fingers in her lap.

It was Percival who drew near and said, "a nice fifteen percent."

Erika didn't look pleased. "I think we've already established that I'm rich, so seven point five isn't gonna cut it." Her velvety stare slid again to Rafel, caressing the moulds of his lean body in his wine-red tweed blazer and pressed dark slacks.

"WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?" she repeated. Her warm eyes danced to the push of his gold belt head, way down south than it should be. She licked her lips unabashedly.

"Don't be fuckin' greedy, Erika." Rosa started, but Rafel held out a hand to stop her.

"It's alright, Rosamunde. She's entitled to ask," said Rafel. He moved closer with Aya on his arm, perched in dark magic beauty. "I have recently come into possession of a chain of popular five-star restaurants on the school's grounds: The Spinazolla Holdings. I can make you chairperson of the board. I should mention it is male dominated."

"...but as for what you truly desire, Miss President," Aya gave Erika a knowing look, "you cannot have it."

Erika smiled seductively. "I'll take it, Your Eminence," she said, "but I want three percent commission on all profits the restaurants turn during my contracted stay."

"Done." Rafel's bass hit the classroom hard.

Erika rose to her loubotined feet in regal sway and royal gold. She offered out her dainty hand, and Rafel shook on the deal. She added. "Meet me in the grand Spinazolla's by Salem Hall at five thirty this evening. You can meet my assistants then. It'll give you a chance to get to know them better.

They are Lady Fairfield's daughters," Erika finished with a wink.

"I'll keep this too." She pulled the scented immaculate handkerchief from Rafel's breast pocket, inhaling deeply on it before the material found its way into her small gold-encrusted purse.

Percival and Rosa made way for her as she started for the door.

Erika paused as if in afterthought at the entryway of the classroom. She said back in a fluffy voice:

"Oh, and succubus; about the unavailability of His Eminence. . .things change." She smiled, letting everyone she wasn't backing down from hitting on Rafel; who was now, her boss.

At exactly thirty minutes to six later that day, Rafel pulled in a driven carriage to the opulent glass exterior of Spinazolla's. The showy crystalline façade reflected the dusk's sunlight like shards of a glacier.

Rafel tried not to think that it was just last weekend he had exploded a serial killer Hyde and found remains of missing girls inside the now glittering walls of the most swanky establishment this side of the academy.

Funneling such thoughts to the recesses of his brain—the same place he buried the trauma of grieving Corazón—Rafel bent his head, pocketed his hands, and walked into the restaurant.

Erika was a vision in her falling ripples of berry blonde hair. Two girls sat at both sides of her.

Twins.

The closer Rafel got to their table, the more the littlest details that distinguished one from the other vanished before his very eyes. Standing above them, he could almost swear that one was just the mirror image of the other. Their likeness to each other was slightly eerie to watch.

Rafel instantly recognized them from the huge oil painting he had seen at their mother's house: the Fairfield villa on the private isle.

As he drew close, Erika stood and held out his seat for him.

Rafel said nothing of the respectful gesture, but he took notice of it; the same way he'd been impressed at the speed and accuracy to which Erika had calculated fifteen percent of fifty million earlier. The Student President had many shades.

"Thank you, Miss President," Rafel accorded as Erika went back to hers.

Erika, once she was settled in, with a smile, leaned in across the table, "let's make a deal, Israfel. You don't call me Miss President. I don't call you Your Eminence. What do you say?"

Rafel mirrored her perfect grin. "Hell fucking yes."

Erika chuckled, turning to both sides of her to smile at the twins. "Please, allow me to introduce the Lady, Nura Fairfield's daughters. This is Raziah, and this is Keziah."

"Hi!" Both said as one to Rafel.

'So these are the girls I'll be shagging come the moon's end,' this was all in Rafel's head. 'It's like having two of the same girl.'

The twins, Raziah and Keziah Fairfield were Hebrew goddesses.

If Rafel thought of sin as a duo, it would be them. They had bodies he could sink into with his cock of steel, and never know the true depth. He could tell, even from their sitting positions. They were that much curvy. Their forms reminded him of a Babylonian priestess he once had the utmost 'pleasure' of encountering: Qadesh.

Suffice to say, the Christ might have suffered sin if he'd met these two.

Raziah and Keziah had an over-the-top cyberpunk, anachronistic feminine look. And from their swirly eyes, he knew that they were party gals. Their long waves were bleached and dyed hot pink. The only gracious difference was that Raziah had a streak of silver in hers; Keziah had gold.

The Gyaru twins were cute.

Rafel wanted to ask if their delicious tan stretched to their pussy. He bit his tongue on that one.

Instead, he said, "Do you girls by any chance have mermaid in your bloodline?"

Erika had already begun to smile like she knew what was coming. The twins looked genuinely curious. Raziah offered, "No, why?"

"—because you both have eyes a man could just drown in."

Rafel finished, and the twins went giggling.

"That's good. Really good," Keziah said, still smiling and blushing hard.

"Thank you, fair ones. I aim to please," was Rafel's reply. He noticed they were observing him in interest. The girls were on their own forces that would give Parvati a run for her most sensuous goddess trophy, but together, they trumped any lust potion Rafel had ever seen.

He was ritzing them up; he wanted to know them better, because come full moon. . .he intended to fuck the shit out of them.

[A/N: Israfel's Quests will grow more dangerous as he ups his levels and charges his system. If you want to find out just how Peitho; a secret goddess, became caged to be his virtual AI, keep reading. Your curiosity will pay off—big time. Ha!]