The Sisters' Killing Escort (Dark Escort: Lucille and Medea)

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“Medea. Make sure that you don’t kill the clients immediately. We can’t have them dying beforehand, it needs to seem like an accident if we do.” Lucille spoke to her sister while dressed in a fancy dress. The two Tartarus mages were going to pretend to be two escorts for two young gentlemen who had a similar past as the duo, mother had died and became bratty. Although, unfortunately for these young gentlemen on this day, Lucille wasn’t planning for them to become dark mages. No, she was planning to soak in their blood tonight. Along with the many innocents that were going to attend this gathering. She hoped Medea didn’t grow a soft spot for either of them, because she was killing anyone who wasn’t her flesh and blood.

Lucille walked forward with purpose, intent on proving to everyone that she was indeed as psychotic as she claimed to be. Her face had a fake smile as she approached and knocked on the client’s door. All was going to plan, and nothing could possibly screw this up.

Not even Medea, in all of her egotistical glory, could manage to make this plan fail. It was time to bring glory to the name of Tartarus, and to the name of Grove.

Medea chuckled and rolled her eyes at Lucille's comment. "Please, spare me sister. You're acting as if I'm the unstable one among us." she deadpanned while straightening the formal dresses they were both wearing, a far cry from what had become their usual attire. It however brought back unpleasant memories from their nobility days, and while the attention had been greatly appreciated, it didn't reach half the high Medea got by obtaining forcibly what she wanted and forcing people to applaud her before a swift- or not so swift, really- death.

But this- this would be a fun night for both of them, Medea would make sure of it. Lucille needed the outing she figured and this would be a good way of indirectly getting revenge on all the things that kick them down in life. But in the back of her mind, she secretly hoped they wouldn't run into a familiar faces. It would lead to loss of control- and not just for Lucille.

Medea returned her attention to the present moment as she hear her sibling knock on the door, and after a few minutes an older man, with the weight of all the luxuries he's eaten clearly visible in his belly, opened the door eyeing them curiously. Medea plastered on her old society smile, as she curtsied, introducing them "Good evening, we are the-the Verog sisters from Lamia Scale, we are here for the escorting job" she said in a sugary-sweet voice before discreetly eyeing her sister trying to pass through this glance an order to introduce herself politely.

They had an entire evening to plan for the best way to have their cover blown.

Lucille noted the name that her sister used for them. It was from somewhere, but where in actuality she did not remember. The blood maid would probably agonize for hours over it later, but now was not the time. Instead, throwing herself back into the ridiculous and idiotic way of acting when she was a “rich girl”, Lucille bowed and gave the man a warm smile. “I am Annabell, and this is my sister Allison.” Lucille remembered the names she used for the two belonging to two girls who had been, well properly disposed of so that the duo could have proper attire for this job. The old man smiled at the two girls, obviously glad that they had come when they did.

“You must be here for Ryan and Joel. I shall get them for you, one second ladies.” The old man vanished, giving Lucille enough time to drop her mask and turn to her sister, giving her look that asked if they really needed to be here. She turned back in time to smile brightly at the man as he and his sons approached the duo. ‘Pompous…..Assholes..’ Was the only thought that went through Lucille’s mind, even as her smile stayed on her face. The man began to introduce his children to them. “This is Ryan.” He pointed to a blonde male with a red suit on. “And this is Joel.” He pointed to the brunette in a black suit. “Please make sure they have a good time you two girls.” Lucille nodded and wrapped her arm around Ryan’s, walking with him and leaving Joel to her sister.

It would be a wonderful night. For the sisters of course.

Medea's smiled tightened as she threw a glare at her sister. I wanted to be Annabell, much less common, she thought, rolling her eyes slightly at Lucille's annoyed look before tilting her head towards the door, turning the face the man with her fake society smile plastered back on her face. A smile that grew into something more honest when she caught sight of the two young men. Attractive and oozing of bitterness and entitlement. The easiest to wrap around your finger with some attention and a few fake promises. She curtsied once more to their father, trying to keep her grin from reaching psycho-looking proportions "Oh we will sir" Medea said sweetly before going to wrap her arm around Joel's.

Saying the young man looked sullen would be an understatement. Oh well, they'll have to scratch a few layers, make them feel in complete trust with them as partners in crime, and then the true partners could operate. If Lucille followed the same thought that is. Medea didn't doubt for one second that her sister was a wildcard that she should always prepare for. "Ah sister, you left me the cutest one" she said in a sweet voice as she looked up to Joel, giving him a wink. "Ah, yeah... The carriage for the stupid ball is over there." the boy answered, looking thoroughly bored and sullen with a heavy after taste of "I'm too good for all of this, you included" attitude.

How angsty, she thought, holding back a chuckle as they all got in the carriage. Pulling slightly on the gloves covering her palms, she angled her body towards Joel, shooting a quick look towards Lucille, trying to tell her to take advantage of their only truly alone time with the boys. She's probably hating this whole situation, she thought holding back a cackle before faking an eye roll and an exasperated voice "Ugh- not looking forwards to an evening surrounded by old hypocrites. They are so boring"