Azier had always been told that their kind would rot in Hell. Right now he was sure that it was a lie, because exquisite women of this caliber did not dwell down there.
Each sister had their own body type, it seemed - but he liked them all. He was, after all quite the connoisseur of women. It didn't matter what they were like, as long as they weren't boring.
None of these women looked uninteresting in the slightest - in fact, as they came to crowd around Seraphoena, he played a little game of guess who.
"Sisters, this is Alhazier. He prefers to be called Azier, though. He's cursed and we're going to help him find his body parts!" Sera announced with a chipper, sweet tone that made the air smell sweet.
"We're doing what?" The woman with long white hair and brilliant purple eyes chimed in with a low, airy breath that sounded like she was bored, or extremely jaded.
"We're going to go find his missing body parts," Sera repeated proudly and giggled at the idea.
"Why?" The same sister asked. "This was not the task."
"Well, he apparently knows the ingredients to that potion Ilsa is looking for, Zephyra that's why." Sera answered with innocence in her gaze and voice, but she cleared her throat as though she had to signal to the white-haired woman.
There was a change in the taller woman's purple eyes before she continued. "Mmhm... and you just trusted him on that?" Zephyra asked 'lazily' as her eyes glazed over the dirty, dingy head.
"Oh, don't be like that, Zephyra. I'm perfectly harmless - charming - but harmless," Azier said and looked up to her lovely face. Hers was slim and long - but it fit her exceedingly long white hair that she had tied behind her in a low ponytail that was tied near the end of her strands. Her ears were barely visible beneath her hair, but he still noted the points that barely poked up from under the sea of silky, straight fibers.
Zephyra's face was full of shock. Perhaps she thought Sera had played a joke on her? It didn't matter - her face of horror was priceless.
"That...what?..He..just talked?" Zephyra asked with a now 'chalky' grade to her tone. That wasn't....mmmm..."
"Yeah, I told you he was cursed and we need to find the rest of his body parts!" Sera repeated with irritation. "You never listen," she complained.
"You're never serious," Zyphyra stated.
"...Okay, fair enough" Sera admitted and just shrugged. "Ilsa said I'm not allowed to be alone with him for whatever reason, so she asked me to hand him to you since you're the second eldest. He needs to be cleaned."
The blonde beauty reached out towards the white wonder whose fingers were slender and long without a single flaw.
"Hey. What about the rest of us? Did she just say nothing at all?" It was the one with burgundy hair - it was super coily and whoever she was, she had it pinned up at the top of her head - but not for a fashion choice. It seemed she needed it out of the way based on the sweat on her skin.
This one had some scars, some rather large muscles, and her green eyes burned with excitement and danger. She must have loved battle, because most vampyric princesses weren't into such a thing.
"Oops, I forgot - Evyra she wants you to meet her at the castle to bring his torso down. It's heavy." Sera added with a wide grin.
Zyphyra just sighed as though she had expected Sera's forgetfulness and shook her head. "I'm going below deck."
"Nice to meet you Evyra!" Azier cried as loudly as he could, even though they hadn't met formally (and he was quite disappointed at that).
"You and your sisters are the Adonises of the sea. I've never seen such vibrant young ladies before. The other two I didn't meet, what are their names?" He asked innocently.
It was clear she could read his intentions as she let out a flat, "No."
"Aww... are you going to be mean to me, too?" Azier pouted dramatically.
"Most likely." Zephyra wasn't a woman of many words it seemed. That was fine. He didn't mind any type of personality - as long as they were interesting or pretty, he was down for a good time.
By his guess, she was the tallest of the group, but it was hard to tell from his vantage point. She seemed slender and long in the legs - but her breasts were larger than the rest of her siblings, and they were natural low-hangers.
Once more, he swore he could feel his manhood try to etch up in excitement, but wherever it was - it wasn't going anywhere. Oh well. He'd figure that out later.
Right now, he was being held by a goddess -and even better, he was finally removed from that god damned crystal case. He was genuinely relieved and let out a contented sigh.
"Oh, thank you. Thank you so much. I haven't smelled the salt of the sea nor the brightness of wood in so many lifetimes that this is so refreshing," Azier practically sung he was so happy. In fact, if he was attached to his torso, he'd float.
"You are welcome." Zephyra stated with a hint of warmth in her words, but mostly they were ice-cold.
The best things were served iced cold, and now he added another woman to his list of 'must have in new harem'. Hell, he wanted to preliminarily add all six of them, but he /had/ to meet the others before he did. If any single one of them wasn't interesting to him, he was going to write them off.
Maybe the brunette? She looked bookish - and more than likely she was boring - but he was going to give her a chance. Everyone deserved a chance.
"So. What did you do?" Zephyra interrupted his contemplation and set him down on what looked like vanity table so that she could gather some supplies from nearby.
"Ah. That. Made my father angry, took a forbidden potion I thought was hard wine, and apparently it was important to the old man, because boy was he pissed. The last thing he did before he died of Velvet Blood Disease was have /my/ five brothers take my parts to god knows where."
"You are a set of six?" She asked with intrigue.
"Yep. I'm the ssecond youngest, and also the most trouble. I would like to add in my own defense, though that I am also the most fun." Azier replied with pride.
The beautiful maiden cracked a small smile at the corner of her lips - he saw it. He definitely saw it. Perfect. With just a sliver of a way in to any woman, he could eventually weave his way into their hearts. He was a scoundrel, that much was true - but he wasn't a bastard.
"Your father wished to live forever?" Zephyra spoke methodically as she brought vials, a satchel, a pitcher, and..was that a bowl?
"Oh yeah, big time. I assure you, me being alive is so much better than him being here. He was a warlord and enjoyed conquering any and everything like a madman. We're pretty sure someone infected him on purpose....also...is that...a bowl?"Azier asked as he watched her delicately place everything around him.
"Yes."
"You have a bowl in your bedroom?" He inquired further.
"No. We're not in my bedroom. My bedroom is off-limits to everyone." She warned and slid her bright violet eyes towards his rose-red ones as she spoke. Glaring wasn't necessary, her icy gaze was enough.
....enough for him to get tempted to make it a goal to see the inside of her bedroom.
"You look at me? Why madam, I am offended. Why would you think that I would do such a thing? I'm a perfect gentleman, Miss Zephyra. A true prince, really. You believe me don't you? Your words break my heart." Azier forced a frown and looked away from her with defeat.
Normally, this would persuade a woman to apologize. He waited patiently for it when he felt a flick to the forehead, and Zephyra's cold denial of his claims.
"No."