Misguided Machinations

Minxie and Elyce decided to play a fun game, one that has not been played since my youthful journey into the discovery of the true meaning of our heritage. The girls played their charade in earnest as children often do, reminding me of the toddler hiding behind the lace curtain convinced the world cannot see them, and I chuckled inwardly at their transparent attempt to foil me.

In their sweet but misguided illusion, the girls believed someone, anyone could step foot into this compound without my knowledge which only proved how naďve and stilted are their little imaginations. The housekeeper in the employ of Elyce’s family has been far longer in my employ and using her to secret minxie was about as clever as trying to elude my attention. The security camera at the gate is in actuality security cameras in order to gain several views and I have made it my purpose to know of all conversations in that house for once upon a time her parents once had dreams of ousting me from my position and I had to ensure that mistake was never attempted twice.

Once a upon a time when I was still a callow youth to the outside world, yet a perfectly formed Dubois in my inner world, there were family members who believed they could usurp my position as head of this dynasty. I had returned from university after the death of my father to discover my uncle Axel attempting what he considered to be his natural position, the new incumbent of our empire. Axel and I engaged in some magnificent duels to the point of causing an economic shiver across the entire spectrum of commodities but I was victorious in the end as my side of the family has always been.

Once defeated Axel lost interest in corporate struggles and found himself a far more interesting amusement in his nether years in the form of my now dear Aunt Ladonna, two souls bound by deviance and excess. Once Axel was out of the way his ineffectual brother Joss and the Xantippe he calls a wife decided that a young Gervais would be fair game to their chicanery. Their ploy was more perplexing than threatening for if the fool did not have the testicular fortitude to remove his brother from the seat of power why on earth did he believe he suddenly had the wherewithal to remove me! Needless to say I dispatched them in a swift, brutal and most private manner, however his humiliation was only to just begin.

He was an anomaly in the Dubois clan, one who appeared to not only notice but actually treasure his offspring and it was this delectable princess of delight, rainbows and fairy dreams that I set as the most suitable retribution for his insolence. The sweet Elyce who had been resting quietly in the wings, oblivious to the tumultuous wars of the grownups around her, living in a soon to be shattered dream world, was to be payment for their continued affluent circumstances. When push came to shove Joss was in the end a Dubois and sacrificed his only daughter in order to maintain the lifestyle he was accustomed.

Elyce was amusing at first with her kittenish pleasure at my attentions, then enticing in her virginal confusion, turning into alarm when she finally comprehended my intent. The pleasure however was not in the seduction of the pretty miss but in her realization that she would have no help from her conveniently absent parents. They abandoned her to my bed and my whims and it only took a few short weeks to crush the innocence from her soul.

It might be said that it was cruel for her to pay the price for the impertinence of her parents but in our world when you gamble for stakes as high as the Dubois empire the price for failure is as immense as the spoils of victory. Her parents had a choice, they could have taken whatever assets I chose to leave them with and scuttle back into some ghost of a life, as inane as they would be invisible. However they chose to remain in the realm of privilege, with the social and pecuniary advantages that accompany being part of our family and Elyce was the price that they chose to pay. No doubt when they lie in their beds at night recoiling from her misadventures, sexual or otherwise they comfort themselves with the knowledge that they at least have the funds to deal with her fallout. How they would shudder if they knew their precious was currently plotting with my precious for my demise, or perhaps she has finally done something to make them proud. Either way my family is as it has always been, beautiful, accomplished and homicidal.

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