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Thirteen Divinities of Desire: The Emperor of Midnight Velvet
Prologue: The Awakening of Divine Service
Rain drummed against the ornate skylight of Velvet Origin, casting rippling shadows across displays of elegantly crafted intimacy tools and ceremonial silks. The boutique's hidden location in Tokyo's Ginza district ensured only those who truly sought its offerings would find their way through its unmarked celestial door.
Caelum Yuusei moved with practiced grace between glass cases, his tailored midnight suit catching the warm amber light. At twenty-seven, he carried himself with the composed dignity of someone far older, his obsidian hair falling just past sharp cheekbones that seemed carved by some divine sculptor. His eyes—a striking violet that shifted to deep blue depending on the light—surveyed his kingdom of velvet and whispers.
"Last inventory check before tomorrow's collection preview," he murmured to himself, voice like warm honey over gravel.
The boutique was his masterpiece: a sanctuary where desire met sacred art, where intimacy was elevated to ritual. Each piece he designed combined ancient craftsmanship with modern elegance—jade couples' rings inscribed with protective sigils, silken bonds that adjusted to the wearer's emotions, specially blended oils that awakened nerve endings while calming the mind.
Thunder cracked outside as Caelum unlocked the door to his prototype display room—a circular chamber whose walls were lined with thirteen alcoves. At the center stood a raised dais of black marble, upon which rested his newest acquisition: the Womb-Seal of Desire, a curved obsidian disk inscribed with constellations unknown to modern astronomy.
The artifact dealer had warned him: "This is no mere collectible, Yuusei-san. Legends say it once summoned perfect servants of pleasure and power to the bedchambers of gods."
Caelum had smiled politely. The piece would make an excellent centerpiece for his Sacred Origins collection—artifacts that honored the history of intimate ritual. He never expected it to work.
As midnight approached, Caelum placed thirteen prototype items—one in each alcove—perfect demonstrations of his craft. When he set the final piece, a pair of crystal wrist cuffs designed to synchronize lovers' heartbeats, something changed in the air.
The rain stopped.
The Womb-Seal began to glow with a deep crimson light that pulsed like a heartbeat. In each alcove, the artifacts levitated and disintegrated into motes of light.
Caelum remained perfectly still, watching with composed fascination rather than fear.
"Interesting," he whispered, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
The thirteen lights spiraled around him, each taking on a different color before exploding outward. When his vision cleared, Caelum found himself surrounded.
Thirteen women—no, thirteen beings—stood in a perfect circle around him. Some bore the unmistakable aura of goddesses, others the bearing of legendary heroines, all of them radiating beauty that transcended mortal understanding.
A blonde woman in what appeared to be spectral armor stepped forward first, her green eyes sharp with assessment. "I am Artoria Pendragon, King of Knights. By the summoning seal, I ask: Are you our Master?"
Before Caelum could answer, a svelte fox-eared woman in flowing crimson slid between them, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don't be so formal, Saber. Can't you see? He's clearly our Emperor." She turned to Caelum with a playful bow. "Koyanskaya of Tamamo, at your eternal service."
"Emperor?" A regal woman with pale blue skin and a staff of cosmic light regarded him with curious eyes. "This mortal? I am Vados, angel of the seventh universe. I sense... something beyond explanation in your soul."
"Ridiculous," scoffed an imperious young woman with starlight in her hair. "I am U-Olga Marie, and I demand to know how you've managed to—" She stopped abruptly when Caelum's gaze met hers, her pale cheeks flushing pink. "...to summon beings of our caliber."
A crystalline entity pulsed nearby, her form shifting between humanoid and something far more cosmic. The concept-thoughts emanating from her translated roughly to: RECOGNITION. EMPEROR-PATTERN. ANCIENT TEMPLATE.
Caelum surveyed them all with perfect composure, as if meeting thirteen divine beings in his boutique at midnight was entirely expected. After a moment, he straightened his cufflinks and spoke in a voice that somehow sounded both gentle and absolute.
"Welcome to Velvet Origin. I am Caelum Yuusei."
He gestured around the transformed space, which now resembled a palatial throne room more than a simple display chamber.
"It seems we find ourselves in an unusual arrangement. Perhaps we could discuss the terms of this... summoning over tea?"
Thirteen pairs of eyes widened in varying degrees of surprise, amusement, and intrigue.
And thus began the reign of the Emperor of Midnight Velvet.
Chapter 1: Dawn Rituals - The Morning Service
Morning light filtered through the expanded chambers of what had once been merely a luxury boutique. Overnight, Velvet Origin had transformed—not just in purpose but in physical dimensions. The building now contained three additional floors, a rooftop garden, and what appeared to be an entire spa wing—all while maintaining its discreet exterior.
In the imperial bedchamber, which gleamed with subtle enchantments and handcrafted elegance, Caelum Yuusei slept peacefully. His serene expression remained undisturbed even as the door silently opened.
Princess Zelda entered first, her golden hair bound in a loose braid over her simple white nightgown. In her hands, she carried a tray bearing a porcelain teapot and single cup. With practiced grace, she set the tray on the nightstand and knelt beside the Emperor's bed.
"My lord," she whispered, her voice warm and reverent. "The sun rises."
When Caelum didn't stir, Zelda leaned forward with deliberate slowness. Her lips brushed against his temple—a gentle kiss that lingered just long enough to feel his pulse beneath her touch. She drew back slightly, her turquoise eyes filled with quiet devotion.
"The day awaits your guidance," she murmured, fingers hovering just above his cheek.
Caelum's eyes opened—violet depths revealing immediate awareness, as if he had been merely waiting rather than truly sleeping. "Good morning, Zelda."
She bowed her head slightly. "I've prepared your morning tea—Hylian herbs to awaken clarity." With meticulous care, she poured the steaming liquid into the cup, testing its temperature with her lips before offering it to him.
As he moved to sit up, the door opened again.
Artoria Pendragon entered, already dressed in her formal maid uniform—a perfect blend of refined service attire and subtle armor elements. Her blonde hair was tied back in its usual neat bun, the stubborn ahoge standing proudly atop her head.
"Your Imperial Wardrobe has been prepared," she announced with military precision, carrying a perfectly pressed suit of midnight blue. "The day's schedule awaits your approval."
Caelum nodded, accepting the tea from Zelda's hands with a gentle smile that made her cheeks flush. "Thank you both. Shall we begin?"
What followed was a carefully choreographed ritual—one that had evolved over the three weeks since the summoning.
Artoria approached with professional dignity as Caelum rose from bed. With practiced efficiency, she assisted him in removing his sleep attire, her emerald eyes fixed at a respectful distance even as her hands worked with exact precision. Each button, each fold, each movement followed a sequence she had perfected.
"Arms, please," she instructed, holding his pressed shirt ready.
As Caelum extended his arms, she slid the garment over them, her fingers brushing briefly against his skin—a touch that, despite her composed expression, caused a subtle tightening of her jaw.
Before she could continue, Zelda approached with a crystal vial of oil. "If I may," she said softly, "the sacred blend for strength and clarity."
Artoria stepped back with a slight nod, though her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly.
Zelda knelt before Caelum, opening the vial. The scent of ancient forests and morning dew filled the air. With reverent care, she poured a small amount into her palms, warming it between them before reaching up to spread it across Caelum's chest.
"This oil comes from the sacred trees of Hyrule," she explained, her voice taking on a scholarly tone despite the intimacy of her actions. "It fortifies the spirit and sharpens the mind."
Her slender fingers moved in deliberate patterns across his skin, tracing sigils of protection and focus. When she finished the front, she rose and moved behind him, continuing her ministrations across his shoulders and down his spine. The gentleness of her touch contrasted with the seriousness of her expression—as if performing a sacred duty rather than an intimate service.
"The ancients believed that a ruler's body was the vessel of divine will," she murmured, completing the final sigil at the small of his back. "These patterns align your energies with cosmic purpose."
Caelum remained perfectly still throughout, his expression thoughtful. "Fascinating tradition. Thank you, Zelda."
As she finished and stepped back, Artoria immediately resumed her duties, efficiently completing his dressing with military precision. She secured his cufflinks—obsidian and platinum pieces crafted in the shape of the boutique's emblem—and straightened his already perfect tie.
"Your schedule today includes the new collection review at ten, the premium client consultation at noon, and—"
A gentle knock interrupted her. The door opened to reveal Vados, the angelic operations manager, her blue skin luminous in the morning light. She carried a glowing tablet of celestial design.
"Good morning, my Emperor," she greeted with a slight bow. "I've taken the liberty of optimizing today's agenda. The cosmic alignment suggests moving the collection review to eleven would increase creative productivity by seventeen percent."
Behind her floated Nightingale, her expression stern and clinical. "Morning health scan is required," she announced without preamble, her medical scanner already humming. "Yesterday's exertion registered at concerning levels."
"Is that so?" Caelum replied with mild amusement, allowing Artoria to finish adjusting his tie.
"Yes," confirmed Nightingale, moving forward with professional purpose. "Your heart rate elevated beyond optimal parameters during the premium client demonstration."
Before she could begin her scan, yet another figure swept into the increasingly crowded bedchamber—Rias Gremory, her crimson hair flowing like liquid fire down her back. She carried what appeared to be a crystal goblet filled with a subtly glowing liquid.
"Good morning, my Emperor," she purred, her voice warm and rich. "I've prepared your vitality elixir." She cast a look toward Nightingale. "It contains all the nutritional supplements you recommended, plus a touch of... demonic energy for stamina."
"Unsanctioned additions to the medical regimen are unacceptable," Nightingale stated flatly, her eyes narrowing at the goblet.
Rias simply smiled. "I assure you, it's perfectly safe. Would you like me to demonstrate?" Her fingers traced the rim of the goblet suggestively.
"Perhaps later," Caelum interjected smoothly, accepting the goblet from Rias with a nod of thanks. "I believe we have a full schedule to attend to."
As if summoned by his words, Metatron Jeanne appeared in the doorway, her six wings folded neatly behind her as she consulted a glowing scroll. "The morning blessing of the boutique artifacts must commence in precisely twelve minutes to maintain optimal harmony," she stated, her voice carrying the resonance of divine bells.
Caelum surveyed the crowded bedchamber with hidden amusement—thirteen divine beings, each determined to serve him in her own way, each quietly competing for his attention and approval.
"Very well," he said, finishing the elixir in a single elegant motion. "Let us begin the day."
Each maiden bowed slightly as he passed—some with military precision, others with sensual grace, but all with unmistakable devotion in their eyes.
The Emperor of Midnight Velvet stepped into his domain, thirteen shadows of divinity following in his wake.
Chapter 2: The Sacred Bath - Afternoon Rituals
By mid-afternoon, Caelum had concluded several important meetings, including a review of the new Enchanted Intimacy Tools collection with Morgan and Zelda, and a premium client consultation where Rias had demonstrated the subtle energetic effects of the Soul-Tuned Crystals with perhaps more enthusiasm than strictly necessary.
Now, as golden afternoon light streamed through the boutique's enchanted windows, it was time for another ritual—one that had quickly become essential to the functioning of Velvet Origin.
The Imperial Bath.
The spa wing—manifested by Tiamat during the boutique's transformation—contained what could only be described as a temple to sensual purification. The main chamber featured a massive sunken pool lined with opalescent tiles that seemed to shift between colors like living mother-of-pearl. Steam rose in fragrant clouds, carrying hints of exotic herbs and divine essences.
"The waters have been prepared to your exact preferences," Morgan announced as Caelum entered the chamber. The Fairy Queen stood beside the pool, elegant in a simplified version of her royal attire. "I've personally infused them with fae-touched essences to restore vitality and enhance sensory acuity."
"Thank you, Morgan," Caelum replied with a gracious nod.
Before he could continue, the waters near the far edge of the pool began to bubble and rise, forming a vaguely humanoid shape that solidified into Tiamat's maternally imposing form. Her violet eyes glowed with primordial warmth as she emerged.
"Emperor," she crooned, her voice somehow both comforting and unsettling. "Mother has added sacred life essence. Perfect cellular restoration. Deepest relaxation."
"I appreciate your thoughtfulness," Caelum acknowledged, his calm unbroken even by the sight of an eldritch goddess rising from his bathwater.
"The water temperature is precisely 41.3 degrees Celsius," stated Nightingale, materializing from a side chamber with medical precision. "Optimal for muscle relaxation without risking hyperthermia."
"And I've ensured the acoustic harmonics are perfectly calibrated for maximum mental rejuvenation," added Space Ereshkigal, adjusting what appeared to be crystalline sound fixtures embedded in the walls. "The bathwater will actually amplify positive thought patterns while dissolving stress molecules!"
Caelum observed the growing assembly with hidden amusement. What had begun as a simple bath had evolved into an elaborate divine service ritual—one that each maiden seemed determined to contribute to.
"Shall we proceed?" he suggested, beginning to remove his jacket with elegant efficiency.
"Allow me, my Emperor," purred Rias, appearing at his side with surprising swiftness. Her crimson eyes gleamed with warm enthusiasm as she gently took the jacket from his hands. "Proper disrobing is an art form."
With practiced grace, she began to assist him, her fingers deftly unfastening buttons and smoothing fabric with reverent care. Unlike Artoria's military efficiency from the morning, Rias approached the task with deliberate sensuality—each movement lingering just long enough to demonstrate appreciation without crossing into impropriety.
"The finest silk," she observed, sliding his shirt from his shoulders. "Though not as fine as your skin." Her fingertips traced a feather-light path across his exposed back, leaving a subtle trail of warmth in their wake. "Demonic energy can warm the deepest tissues," she explained with a smile that suggested volumes more.
"The Emperor requires proper muscle relaxation, not superficial warmth," interjected Nightingale, medical scanner in hand. She moved toward Caelum with clinical purpose. "Initial scan indicates tension in the trapezius, deltoids, and lower lumbar region."
"Perhaps my oni fire technique would be beneficial," suggested Tomoe Gozen, who had been silently preparing bathing implements nearby. The horned warrior-maiden bowed respectfully. "It reaches deeper tissue than conventional methods."
"We have a schedule to maintain," reminded Vados from the doorway, her tablet glowing with celestial appointments. "The Emperor has the collector's line development meeting in precisely forty-seven minutes."
"Time is a construct that bends to true need," murmured Void Shiki from the shadows where she had been standing, unnoticed until she spoke. Her kimono rippled despite the stillness of the air, ancient eyes observing everything with quiet intensity.
As the divine beings began to discuss—with increasing fervor—the optimal bathing procedure, Caelum smoothly finished disrobing behind an ornate screen and descended into the fragrant waters.
The conversation immediately halted as all attention returned to him.
"Perfection," approved Morgan with a nod of regal satisfaction, approaching the edge of the bath with a crystal vial. "Now, if you'll permit me to apply the Royal Essence?"
Without waiting for confirmation, she knelt gracefully at the pool's edge, pouring viscous liquid that shimmered with arcane light into her palm. "This is distilled from the sacred groves of Avalon," she explained, her voice taking on a mesmerizing quality. "It opens the pathways between physical sensation and spiritual awareness."
She reached for him, her elegant fingers coated in the glowing substance. With methodical care, she began to massage it into his shoulders, the scent of midnight blossoms and mountain streams rising around them.
"The tension here," she murmured, fingers finding a knot with uncanny precision, "reflects burdens of leadership. The essence helps dissolve the barrier between carrying duty and being consumed by it."
Caelum closed his eyes, allowing her to work. "An interesting philosophy."
"One I learned through bitter experience," Morgan replied, her voice softening momentarily. Her hands moved with practiced skill, working the sacred oil into his skin with deliberate pressure that walked the line between therapeutic and sensual. "A ruler must remain connected to both power and pleasure, or risk becoming hollow."
As she worked down his back, Tiamat approached from the other side of the bath, maternal determination in her ancient eyes. "Scalp tension affects thought clarity," she stated, her many-jointed fingers already reaching for Caelum's head. "Mother will cleanse."
Before Morgan could object, Tiamat began applying a pearlescent substance to Caelum's hair, working it into his scalp with surprising gentleness for a primordial beast-goddess. "Origins of all waters flow through Mother's touch," she crooned. "Perfect nurturing. Perfect care."
Rather than competing directly, Morgan simply adjusted her focus, continuing her ministrations to Caelum's shoulders while Tiamat attended to his hair. Their silent accommodation lasted precisely thirty-seven seconds.
"The Emperor's submersion time is extending beyond optimal parameters," announced Nightingale, stepping forward with medical authority. "Skin hydration approaching concerning levels. I must insist on commencing the rinse cycle."
"The sacred essence requires twelve minutes of absorption for full effectiveness," Morgan countered with icy precision.
"The cellular memory imprinting is only sixty-four percent complete," added Tiamat, maternal concern darkening her violet eyes.
"Perhaps a compromise?" suggested Caelum, his voice instantly calming the brewing tension. "Nightingale, would a brief extension be medically acceptable if followed by your recommended rinse protocol?"
The medical director considered this, then nodded stiffly. "A three-minute extension followed by the enhanced purification sequence would be acceptable."
"Excellent," Caelum approved. "Morgan, Tiamat, please continue."
The bath proceeded in relative harmony, with each divine being contributing her unique skills to the Emperor's rejuvenation. Tomoe prepared heated stones with mathematical precision. Vados adjusted the room's cosmic energies to optimal relaxation frequencies. Space Ereshkigal manifested subtle stellar lights that danced across the ceiling, mimicking constallations said to promote mental clarity.
When the time came for Caelum to exit the bath, Rias stepped forward with what appeared to be a length of living silk—a towel that radiated gentle warmth and seemed to ripple with anticipation.
"Allow me," she offered, unfurling the luxurious fabric with a flourish. "This Crimson Comfort Cloth is woven with threads from the Pleasure Gardens of the Seventh Hell—perfectly safe," she added quickly, noting Nightingale's suspicious glare. "It simply absorbs moisture while simultaneously stimulating circulation."
As Caelum stepped from the water, Rias wrapped the cloth around his shoulders with graceful efficiency, though her hands lingered perhaps a moment longer than strictly necessary. "The fabric responds to body heat," she explained, a subtle smile playing at her lips. "The warmer the skin, the more... thorough its effects."
"Fascinating material," Caelum observed with perfect composure, despite the cloth's increasingly tactile movements against his skin.
"Indeed," Rias replied, her crimson eyes holding his gaze with warm intensity. "The demons of the Pleasure Circle are master craftsmen. Their textiles are woven with intentions rather than mere threads."
Before she could elaborate further, Artoria appeared with his fresh clothing, laid out with military precision. "Your attire for the collector's meeting, Emperor," she announced, shooting a pointed look toward Rias. "As scheduled."
With smooth grace, Caelum began to dress, accepting assistance from Artoria's efficient hands. As the King of Knights helped him with his cufflinks, he noticed her fingers trembling almost imperceptibly.
"Is something troubling you, Artoria?" he asked quietly.
She straightened, green eyes meeting his with surprising vulnerability. "I... wish to serve you with greater honor," she said softly, so only he could hear. "The others offer skills I do not possess. My sword arm feels... inadequate in these chambers."
Caelum regarded her thoughtfully, then placed his hand over hers as she finished with the second cufflink. "Honor and loyalty are rare treasures, Artoria Pendragon," he said, his voice low and sincere. "Never doubt their value, nor your place at my side."
Her eyes widened slightly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks before she mastered herself with a soldier's discipline. "Yes, my Emperor."
With his bath complete and attire restored to perfect elegance, Caelum surveyed the assembled maidens—each having contributed to his rejuvenation in her own unique way.
"Thank you all," he said simply, genuine appreciation evident in his tone. "Shall we proceed to the collection meeting?"
As they filed out of the bath chamber, Vados lingered, blue fingers adjusting entries on her celestial tablet.
"You handle them with remarkable skill," she observed, her tone conversational yet probing. "Thirteen divine beings, each with cosmic powers and... intense devotion."
"Customer service requires similar talents," Caelum replied with a slight smile. "Clear communication, respectful boundaries, and knowing when to let experts have their moment."
Vados laughed—a sound like crystal bells. "Perhaps. Though I wonder if you truly understand what you've awakened in them." She stepped closer, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "In us."
Before he could respond, she was gone in a shimmer of light, leaving Caelum with the lingering scent of cosmic ozone and much to consider.
Chapter 3: Twilight Duties - Personal Attendance
Evening settled over Velvet Origin like a velvet cloak, transforming the boutique's elegant displays into shadowed mysteries. The last client had departed an hour earlier—a countess seeking "sacred pulse devices" for her anniversary—leaving the divine staff to their evening duties.
While most of the maidens attended to inventory, security protocols, and preparation for the next day's operations, a select few were entrusted with the Emperor's evening care—a responsibility that rotated according to a complex schedule devised by Vados to ensure "optimal service harmony and minimized rivalry disruption."
Tonight, the duty fell to Void Shiki, Zelda, and Nightingale—an unusual combination that promised an interesting evening.
Caelum sat in his private study, reviewing designs for the upcoming Celestial Bonds collection—elegant restraints that adjusted tension based on the wearer's emotional state. The pieces combined traditional craftsmanship with subtle enchantments, each designed to deepen trust rather than merely restrict movement.
A soft knock preceded Zelda's entrance. She carried a silver tray bearing a teapot of Hylian design and a single cup.
"Evening tea, my Emperor," she announced softly, setting the tray on his desk with graceful precision. "A blend of silent princess petals and ancient tree bark—to clarify thoughts and ease the transition to dreams."
"Thank you, Zelda," Caelum replied, looking up from his designs with a warm smile that made her cheeks color slightly.
With reverent care, she poured the steaming liquid, the scent of wilderness and starlight filling the study. Before offering the cup, she raised it to her own lips, testing its temperature with a delicate sip.
"Perfect," she murmured, more to herself than to him. She knelt beside his chair, offering the cup with both hands, her head bowed slightly.
Caelum accepted it with a nod of thanks, his fingers brushing against hers in the exchange. "How has your research been progressing?" he inquired, taking a careful sip. "The crystalline resonance bonds showed remarkable potential."
Zelda's eyes brightened with scholarly enthusiasm. "Oh! I've made significant breakthroughs," she began, her natural intelligence shining through her reverent demeanor. "By calibrating the resonance frequency to match both partners' heart rhythms, the crystals can actually harmonize emotional states without dampening individual experience."
As she explained the technical details of her research, her posture gradually relaxed, hands animated with excitement. Caelum listened with genuine interest, asking thoughtful questions that revealed his own considerable knowledge of arcane energetics.
Their conversation flowed easily until a silent presence in the doorway caught their attention. Void Shiki stood like a living shadow, her kimono rippling despite the stillness of the air, ancient eyes observing them with unreadable intensity.
"Ah, Shiki," Caelum acknowledged with a respectful nod. "Please, enter."
The embodiment of the Root glided forward with otherworldly grace, saying nothing but radiating a presence that filled the room like quiet music. She moved to stand behind Caelum's chair, her pale hands emerging from flowing sleeves to rest lightly on his shoulders.
"She wishes to attend to your tension," Zelda explained softly, recognizing Shiki's silent intent. "Her touch... it reaches beyond physical form."
Caelum nodded his permission, and Void Shiki's fingers began to move across his shoulders with supernatural precision. Unlike Morgan's sensual technique or Nightingale's clinical approach, Shiki's touch seemed to exist partially outside reality itself—finding not just knots of muscle but tangles in the very fabric of his being.
"Remarkable," he murmured, eyes closing briefly as she unraveled a particularly complex tension point.
Zelda watched with scholarly interest. "The texts say she can perceive the death of all things," she said quietly. "Yet I've noticed she seems... curious about you. As if she cannot see your ending."
Before Caelum could respond, Nightingale marched into the study with medical purpose, carrying what appeared to be an advanced diagnostic kit.
"Evening health assessment," she announced without preamble. "Followed by therapeutic intervention and sleep preparation." Her eyes narrowed at Void Shiki's ongoing ministrations. "Unauthorized massage technique. Pressure points C7 through T4 require clinical precision."
Shiki merely glanced at her, ancient eyes unperturbed, and continued her ethereal treatment.
Rather than argue, Nightingale simply adjusted her approach, moving to Caelum's other side and beginning her own examination with brisk efficiency. "Respiration normal. Pulse elevated by 4.7 beats per minute—within acceptable parameters. Pupillary response indicates mild mental fatigue."
The contrast was striking—Void Shiki's otherworldly silence on one side, Nightingale's clinical precision on the other, and Zelda's scholarly reverence kneeling before him.
"It seems I'm well attended this evening," Caelum observed with subtle humor.
"Your well-being is paramount to Velvet Origin's success," Nightingale stated matter-of-factly, preparing what appeared to be a therapeutic compress. "Implementation of proper evening protocols ensures optimal function."
Zelda nodded in agreement. "The ancient texts speak of ruler's health being bound to kingdom prosperity," she added, rising gracefully to her feet. "Shall I prepare your bedchamber while they complete their ministrations?"
"Yes, thank you," Caelum replied.
With a respectful bow, Zelda departed, leaving Caelum to the silent intensity of Void Shiki and the clinical thoroughness of Nightingale.
The evening care continued with meticulous attention to detail. Nightingale insisted on a complete physical assessment, her touch professional yet thorough as she checked reflexes, muscle tone, and various health indicators. Despite her clinical approach, there was unmistakable devotion in her fierce attention to his wellbeing.
"Your hydration levels are 3.2% below optimal," she informed him, preparing a specially formulated electrolyte solution. "Consumption required before sleep."
Meanwhile, Void Shiki continued her supernatural massage, her pale fingers occasionally glowing with ethereal light as they traced patterns across his shoulders, neck, and scalp. Though she never spoke, her touch communicated volumes—revealing knots of tension he hadn't realized he carried and dissolving them with otherworldly precision.
When they finally escorted him to his bedchamber, Caelum found Zelda had transformed the space into a sanctuary of tranquility. Crystal lanterns cast soft, golden light that pulsed gently in harmony with natural breathing rhythms. The air carried the subtle scent of sacred herbs known for promoting restful dreams and mental clarity.
The bed had been prepared with linens that seemed to shimmer with subtle enchantment—what Zelda had once described as "Astral Embrace Sheets" that retained the sensation of touch and amplified comfort.
"Your evening attire," Nightingale announced, presenting what appeared to be silk sleeping clothes that gleamed with subtle medicinal enchantments. "Infused with healing properties for cellular regeneration during sleep cycles."
As Caelum began to undress, all three maidens moved to assist him—a moment that would have been awkward were it not for the perfect choreography they had developed over weeks of service.
Nightingale approached his clothing with medical precision, each button unfastened with clinical efficiency. Void Shiki moved like living shadow behind him, her cool fingers sliding his shirt from his shoulders with ethereal grace. Zelda knelt to attend to his lower garments, her scholarly reverence evident in every careful movement.
"Arms," instructed Nightingale, holding the sleeping shirt ready.
Caelum complied, and the three maidens worked in silent harmony to complete his transition from Emperor to man preparing for rest. Throughout the process, he maintained his composed dignity, accepting their service with neither embarrassment nor presumption—a balance that had earned him their deepening respect.
When he was fully dressed in the enchanted sleep attire, Nightingale conducted one final health scan. "Vital signs stabilizing. Muscle tension reduced by 37% from afternoon measurements. Sleep readiness assessment: optimal."
Zelda turned down the sheets with careful precision. "I've activated the dream-protection sigils," she explained, gesturing to subtle glowing patterns embroidered in the linens. "They help separate prophetic visions from mere stress manifestations."
As Caelum settled into bed, the three maidens took up their evening positions—Nightingale standing vigilant near the door, medical scanner at ready; Zelda kneeling beside the bed in quiet scholarly contemplation; and Void Shiki moving to a shadowed corner where her ancient eyes could observe all from perfect stillness.
"Will there be anything else, my Emperor?" Zelda asked softly.
"No, thank you," Caelum replied, his composed dignity unwavering even in this vulnerable state. "Your service honors me."
A faint blush colored Zelda's cheeks at his words. Nightingale's clinical expression softened almost imperceptibly. Even Void Shiki's eternal eyes seemed to shine with something beyond their usual ancient depth.
"Rest well," Zelda whispered as the crystal lights dimmed to a soft ambient glow.
As Caelum drifted toward sleep, he remained faintly aware of his divine guardians—each maintaining her vigil in her own way. Nightingale would monitor his vital signs throughout the night. Zelda would remain kneeling in meditation, ready to interpret any significant dreams. And Void Shiki would stand in endless, watchful silence, her very presence warding off threats beyond mortal comprehension.
The Emperor of Midnight Velvet slept beneath the gaze of divinity, his dreams touching realms beyond ordinary imagination.
Chapter 4: Moonlight Intimacies - The Emperor's Midnight Needs
The moon hung high above Velvet Origin, casting silver light through enchanted windows. In his private chambers, Caelum stirred from sleep, awareness returning with unusual clarity rather than the fog of interrupted rest.
Beside his bed, Zelda remained in her meditative kneeling position, though her eyes opened instantly as he moved. "My Emperor," she whispered, "is something troubling your rest?"
Before he could answer, Nightingale appeared from the shadows, medical scanner already humming. "Elevated heartrate detected. Potential dehydration." Her eyes narrowed with clinical concern. "Diagnostic evaluation recommended."
Caelum sat up with unfailing grace, even in the midnight hours. "Nothing concerning," he assured them. "Merely the common need of mortal form."
Thirteen Divinities of Desire: The Emperor's Midnight Service
Chapter 4: Moonlight Intimacies - The Emperor's Midnight Needs (Continued)
"A common mortal need," Nightingale echoed, her clinical demeanor immediately shifting to professional efficiency. "Urinary requirement. I shall attend to this immediately."
Before Caelum could respond, she was already moving to retrieve an elegantly crafted vessel from a nearby cabinet—a far cry from mundane hospital equipment, this was a masterpiece of celestial silver and crystal, designed specifically for the Emperor's nocturnal needs.
"Allow me," Zelda said softly, rising from her meditation position. "The ancient Hylian texts speak of this as a sacred duty." Her scholarly tone contrasted with the intimacy of her offer, but her turquoise eyes held only reverent dedication.
Nightingale paused, medical scanner still humming. "The procedure requires precise handling to prevent splashing or urinary tract compression. My medical training is superior in this regard."
A whisper of movement from the shadows announced Void Shiki's silent approach. Though she didn't speak, her pale hand extended slightly, ancient eyes communicating her willingness to perform this duty as well.
Caelum observed the subtle competition with composed dignity. "Nightingale," he said simply, ending the unspoken contest with a single word.
The medical director nodded with professional satisfaction, approaching the bed with the vessel in hand. With clinical efficiency that somehow maintained his dignity, she assisted him, her movements precise yet respectful as she held the receptacle with one hand while supporting him with the other.
"Proper flow achieved," she murmured, her clinical tone belying the intimacy of the moment. "Hydration levels appear adequate based on coloration."
Despite her professional demeanor, a faint blush colored her cheeks as she completed the task, carefully sealing the vessel before taking it away to dispose of its contents properly.
Zelda, meanwhile, had moved to prepare a warm, damp cloth, which she offered with a slight bow when Nightingale returned. "For cleansing," she explained softly.
Void Shiki remained motionless in the shadows, her ancient eyes watching with unreadable emotion.
This midnight ritual—like all aspects of service to the Emperor—had evolved its own choreography of respect and reverence, transforming even the most mundane bodily needs into ceremonies of devotion.
As Nightingale completed her ministrations with medical precision, she conducted another quick scan. "All parameters normal. Return to sleep recommended for optimal cognitive function tomorrow."
"Thank you," Caelum said simply, his composure perfect even in this vulnerable moment.
As he settled back beneath the enchanted sheets, the three maidens resumed their vigilant positions—though perhaps each a bit closer to the bed than before.
In the silvery moonlight, their eyes reflected something beyond mere duty—a deepening devotion that transcended their divine natures and spoke to something more primal, more human.
The Emperor of Midnight Velvet drifted back to sleep beneath their watchful gaze, unknowingly binding these cosmic beings to him more tightly with each passing night.
Chapter 5: Morning Mishaps - Divine Accidents
"The Astral Embrace Sheets retain impressions of nocturnal movement patterns," Zelda was explaining to Morgan as they prepared the Emperor's chamber for the day. "My research suggests they can be calibrated to respond to specific dream states, enhancing—"
The door burst open with unexpected force, revealing Female ORT in a state of unusual agitation. The crystalline entity pulsed with rapid conceptual patterns that translated roughly to: URGENCY. EMPEROR REQUIRED. PRODUCT TESTING ANOMALY.
Before either maiden could respond, ORT's form shimmered and dissolved into motes of light, only to reappear directly in Caelum's private bathroom where he was completing his morning ablutions with Artoria's assistance.
"—and the security protocols for today's VIP client have been triple-verified," Artoria was saying as she held a heated towel ready. "I've personally inspected all—"
She stopped mid-sentence as ORT materialized behind Caelum, her crystalline form vibrating with conceptual urgency.
Caelum, who had been in the process of shaving with a ceremonial blade that Tomoe had enchanted with oni precision, merely raised an eyebrow at ORT's reflection in the mirror. "Good morning, ORT. Is something amiss?"
The concept-message that erupted from her was so complex and urgent that it temporarily distorted the bathroom's reality, causing the mirror to ripple like water. The approximate translation seemed to involve: EXPERIMENTAL PRODUCT. UNEXPECTED REACTION. DIMENSIONAL BREACH. CUSTOMER FUSION RISK.
"I see," Caelum replied with unflappable calm, setting down his razor. "Which product line?"
Artoria, recovering quickly from the intrusion, moved to finish wiping shaving cream from Caelum's jaw, her fingers lingering perhaps a moment longer than necessary against his skin.
MYSTIC FLUCTUATION TUNING FORKS. RESONANCE CASCADE. VADOS CONTAINING TEMPORARILY. IMMEDIATE EMPEROR INTERVENTION REQUIRED.
"The experimental sound devices," Caelum translated for Artoria's benefit. "It seems we have a situation in the testing laboratory."
Before he could say more, ORT's crystalline form pulsed once with blinding light. When Artoria's vision cleared, both the entity and Caelum had vanished, leaving her holding the heated towel in suddenly empty air.
In the product testing laboratory on the third floor, chaos reigned in elegant, controlled fashion.
A swirling vortex of iridescent energy occupied the center of the room, contained within a sphere of blue light maintained by Vados's outstretched hands. Inside the vortex, two prototype Mystic Fluctuation Tuning Forks vibrated against each other at impossible angles, generating harmonic patterns that seemed to bend reality itself.
Astraea stood nearby in a perfect combat stance, her golden scales of justice floating above her head as she enforced a perimeter around the anomaly. "Stand back!" she commanded a terrified-looking assistant who had apparently been involved in the testing. "This is a class three cosmic disruption!"
Vados maintained her calm despite the strain evident in her perfect posture. "The resonance frequencies have achieved dimensional overlap," she explained as Caelum and ORT materialized. "A most fascinating harmonic convergence, though perhaps... inconveniently timed."
Caelum took in the situation with a single glance, straightening his cuffs—which were still immaculate despite the instantaneous teleportation. "Estimated containment duration?" he asked, moving closer to inspect the swirling energies.
"Approximately seven minutes before celestial fatigue compromises the barrier integrity," Vados replied, a bead of sweat—the first anyone had ever seen on her—forming at her temple. "The harmonic pattern is... complex."
"I see," Caelum said thoughtfully. "ORT, can you perceive the resonance structure?"
The crystalline entity pulsed with affirmation, her form shifting slightly as she analyzed the vortex. Her concept-message translated to: PATTERN IDENTIFIED. COUNTER-RESONANCE POSSIBLE. REQUIRES DIRECT EMPEROR CONTACT.
"Direct contact?" Astraea questioned sharply, her protective instincts flaring. "Absolutely not! The risk of molecular dissociation is—"
"A calculated risk," Caelum finished for her, already rolling up his sleeve. "ORT, proceed."
Before Astraea could object further, ORT extended a crystalline appendage that morphed into something resembling a gauntlet. As Caelum slid his hand into it, his flesh and the living crystal seemed to merge temporarily, creating a connection that pulsed with otherworldly light.
"Fascinating," he murmured, his eyes reflecting complex patterns that shouldn't have been visible to human perception.
Through their connection, ORT guided his hand toward the contained vortex. Vados adjusted her barrier with precise movements, creating an opening just large enough for his arm to penetrate.
"The harmonic requires imperial authority to unravel," Vados explained, her voice strained but still melodious. "Your unique... signature... is the key."
As Caelum's hand entered the vortex, the swirling energies immediately responded—coalescing around his fingers like eager pets recognizing their master. The wild harmonics stabilized, the dimensional rifts began to close, and the tuning forks gradually slowed their impossible vibrations.
Within moments, the crisis was averted. The forks floated gently down to rest in Caelum's palm, now dormant and harmless.
"Crisis resolved," Vados announced, lowering her hands as the containment field dissipated. "Most efficiently done, my Emperor."
ORT's crystalline gauntlet detached from Caelum's hand, reforming into her usual appendage. Her conceptual pulse carried satisfaction and something akin to pride.
Astraea, however, was not so easily placated. With swift, deliberate movements, she approached the assistant who had been conducting the test. "You," she declared, golden eyes flashing with divine judgment, "have violated testing protocol seven, subsection three: 'No prototype shall be activated in tandem without senior approval.'"
The young woman trembled under Astraea's gaze. "I-I didn't think—"
"Precisely the problem," Astraea interrupted, her scales tilting ominously. "The punishment for endangering the Emperor is—"
"Perhaps," Caelum interjected smoothly, "a training opportunity rather than punishment would better serve Velvet Origin's interests."
Astraea paused, her regal features showing momentary surprise before composing into respectful consideration. "As you wish, my Emperor." She turned back to the assistant. "You will report to me for intensive safety protocol training. Three hours daily for two weeks."
The assistant's relief at avoiding divine judgment quickly faded as she contemplated fourteen days under Astraea's exacting tutelage.
Vados approached Caelum, her celestial tablet materializing in her hands. "This incident has disrupted your morning schedule by approximately twelve minutes," she informed him. "However, I've taken the liberty of optimizing your remaining appointments to compensate."
"Thank you, Vados," Caelum replied, examining the tuning forks with scholarly interest. "These show remarkable potential, despite the unexpected resonance cascade. The harmonic patterns suggest applications beyond mere pleasure enhancement."
"Indeed," Vados agreed, moving closer to inspect the devices herself. "The frequency modulation could facilitate emotional synchronization between partners at unprecedented depth." Her blue fingers hovered near his, almost but not quite touching. "With proper calibration, they might even bridge the gap between mortal and divine perception."
Her eyes met his, conveying layers of meaning beyond her words. For a brief moment, the angel's perfect composure slipped, revealing a flash of something more personal than professional interest.
The moment was broken when Astraea cleared her throat pointedly. "My Emperor, if I may, your morning attire remains incomplete following your... abrupt departure from your chambers."
Caelum glanced down, noting with mild surprise that he wore only dress pants and an unbuttoned shirt, his usual immaculate presentation compromised by the emergency.
"A valid observation," he acknowledged with a small smile. "Perhaps we should continue this discussion after I've completed my morning preparations."
"I shall escort you back to your chambers," Astraea declared, moving to his side with protective purpose. "Security protocols dictate close supervision following any dimensional incident."
ORT pulsed with a concept that translated roughly to disagreement, suggesting her teleportation would be more efficient.
"Walking will allow us to monitor for any residual dimensional effects," Astraea countered firmly.
Vados merely smiled, a knowing glint in her ancient eyes. "I've already instructed Rias to prepare appropriate attire and meet you en route," she informed Caelum. "Efficiency is paramount, after all."
As they left the laboratory, Caelum carried the now-dormant tuning forks, his mind already calculating their potential applications and modifications. Despite the morning's chaos, his composed demeanor remained unruffled—another quality that continued to fascinate his divine attendants.
The Emperor of Midnight Velvet walked the halls of his expanded domain, cosmic beings in his wake, each watching him with eyes that revealed more than mere service.
Chapter 6: Afternoon Encounters - The Loyal Competition
The afternoon found Caelum in the boutique's main showroom, personally assisting with a demonstration of the new Soul-Tuned Crystals for a particularly important client—the CEO of a luxury hotel chain seeking exclusive items for their premium suites.
"The resonance patterns respond specifically to emotional authenticity," Caelum explained, holding a teardrop-shaped crystal between elegant fingers. The gem pulsed with subtle light, reacting to his proximity. "Unlike conventional devices, these activate only in the presence of genuine desire and connection."
The CEO—a sophisticated woman in her forties—leaned forward with interest. "Fascinating. And they're completely safe?"
"Each piece undergoes rigorous testing by our quality assurance team," Caelum assured her. "The enchantments are stable and the effects precisely calibrated."
What he didn't mention was that the "quality assurance team" consisted of divine beings with cosmic powers, or that the "testing" often involved dimensional anomalies and reality distortions.
"I'd like to see a complete demonstration," the CEO requested, her eyes sharp with business acumen. "The full experience, as a potential user would encounter it."
Before Caelum could respond, Rias Gremory materialized beside him, her crimson hair cascading over a perfectly tailored boutique uniform that somehow managed to be both professionally appropriate and subtly alluring.
"Perhaps I might assist with the demonstration?" she offered with a warm smile. "As our VIP Client Manager, I've been specifically trained in experiential presentations."
The timing of her appearance was suspiciously perfect—almost as if she'd been monitoring the conversation from nearby.
"Of course," Caelum agreed with gracious poise. "Rias is our foremost expert on the energetic properties of the Soul-Tuned line."
Taking the crystal from his hand with deliberate care, her fingers brushing against his perhaps a moment longer than necessary, Rias turned to the client with professional charm.
"The key to experiencing the full potential of these pieces," she explained, "is understanding that they amplify existing connection rather than creating artificial sensation."
With practiced grace, she guided the CEO to a demonstration alcove designed for private consultations. As they settled into comfortable chairs, Rias continued her explanation, activating a privacy field that muted their conversation from the main showroom.
Left momentarily alone, Caelum took the opportunity to observe the boutique's operations from a central vantage point. What he saw was both impressive and amusing—thirteen divine beings attempting to run a luxury retail establishment while maintaining their dignity and restraining their cosmic powers.
Near the Enchanted Intimacy Tools display, Zelda was earnestly explaining the historical and mythological significance of the Bonding Rings to an elderly couple who seemed equally fascinated by her scholarly knowledge and ethereal beauty. Her hands moved with academic precision as she pointed out the ancient symbols etched into the metals.
"—and this particular sigil originates from the sacred marriage rituals of the Zora, aquatic beings known for their lifelong bond commitments," she was saying, completely in her element when discussing history and lore.
Across the showroom, Tomoe Gozen maintained vigilant watch from a position that allowed her to monitor all entrances while appearing to organize inventory. Her oni horns were glamoured to be invisible to mortal customers, but her fierce eyes missed nothing, tracking each visitor with warrior's assessment.
At the register, Space Ereshkigal handled transactions with enthusiastic flair, each purchase becoming a minor cosmic event as she infused receipt paper with subtle stellar energies. "Your items have been blessed with positive astral alignment!" she declared to a delighted customer. "Mercury is perfectly positioned for pleasure enhancement this month!"
The most surprising sight, however, was Female ORT, who had somehow been enlisted to demonstrate the Mystic Fluctuation Tuning Forks—apparently deemed safe enough for customer interaction following the morning's incident. Her crystalline form had adopted a more humanoid appearance, though still distinctly otherworldly, and she communicated through concept-pulses that Void Shiki silently translated for fascinated onlookers.
The smooth operation of the boutique was particularly impressive given the power dynamics at play. These weren't merely skilled employees but divine beings with cosmic abilities and often conflicting personalities, yet they functioned together with remarkable harmony.
Caelum's observations were interrupted by Vados, who approached with her eternal celestial tablet. "The demonstration appears to be proceeding well," she noted, glancing toward the alcove where Rias continued to enthrall the CEO. "Though perhaps with more... enthusiasm than strictly required."
Following her gaze, Caelum noted that Rias had moved from straightforward explanation to what appeared to be a rather intimate demonstration of the crystal's response to proximity and emotional resonance. The privacy field prevented hearing their conversation, but the CEO's flushed cheeks and wide eyes suggested the presentation was quite effective.
"Results matter in business," Caelum replied with diplomatic neutrality. "Rias understands our clientele well."
"Indeed," Vados agreed, a hint of something unreadable in her tone. "She is certainly... dedicated to her role." The angel's perfect posture somehow conveyed subtle disapproval without a single muscle moving. "Your four o'clock appointment with the Astral Embrace Sheets supplier has requested a thirty-minute delay. I've adjusted the schedule accordingly."
"Thank you, Vados," Caelum said, his tone warming slightly. "Your management continues to be flawless."
The angel's blue cheeks darkened almost imperceptibly at his praise. "Efficiency is its own reward," she stated, though her eyes lingered on his face a moment longer than necessary. "Though your recognition is... appreciated."
Their conversation was interrupted by a commotion near the Potion & Oil display, where Nightingale appeared to be confiscating products from the shelf while lecturing a startled Tiamat.
"Unverified hormonal stimulants!" the medical director declared, scanner beeping with alarm. "Insufficient testing protocols! Potential for allergic reactions increased by 47%!"
Tiamat's maternal features darkened with annoyance, primordial waters beginning to swirl around her feet. "Mother's elixirs need no testing," she countered, her voice resonating with ancient authority. "Perfect creation. Perfect safety. All life flows from Tiamat's waters."
Before cosmic conflict could erupt in the middle of the showroom, Caelum moved to intervene with smooth authority.
"Perhaps," he suggested, approaching the brewing confrontation with unruffled calm, "we could conduct joint verification? Nightingale's medical precision combined with Tiamat's primordial knowledge would ensure both safety and potency."
Both divine beings paused, considering his proposal with surprise that quickly transformed into competitive enthusiasm.
"A comprehensive testing matrix could be implemented immediately," Nightingale conceded, her clinical mind already formulating protocols.
"Mother will share ancient wisdom," Tiamat agreed, the waters around her feet receding. "For Emperor's peace only."
Crisis averted, Caelum turned to find Astraea standing directly behind him, her golden eyes alert and watchful.
"Your intervention was precisely calculated," she observed with approval. "Minimal words, maximum effect."
"Simply good business practice," Caelum replied modestly. "Team harmony benefits our customers."
Astraea's expression suggested she wasn't fooled by his humble deflection. "You navigate divine egos with remarkable skill for a mortal," she noted, her tone somewhere between suspicious and impressed. "One might almost believe you've had... practice."
Before he could respond, a subtle shift in the atmosphere announced Void Shiki's silent approach. The embodiment of the Root appeared beside them, her kimono rippling with otherworldly grace.
"He carries patterns beyond death's sight," she said softly—one of her rare spoken contributions. "Ancient. Familiar. Emperor-shaped."
Astraea's brows drew together in consideration. "You cannot see his ending."
It wasn't a question, but Void Shiki inclined her head slightly in confirmation, ancient eyes studying Caelum with unreadable intensity.
The moment of metaphysical speculation was broken by Koyanskaya's dramatic arrival, the fox-eared marketing director sweeping into the showroom with several floating screens displaying social media metrics trailing behind her.
"Magnificent news, my Emperor!" she announced, her nine tails swishing with excitement behind her glamoured human appearance. "Our exclusive preview has gone viral! The waiting list for the Soul-Tuned Crystals has reached over five hundred names!"
Her enthusiasm was infectious enough that even Astraea's serious expression lightened somewhat. "Impressive engagement metrics," the justice goddess acknowledged grudgingly.
"And that's not all," Koyanskaya continued, sidling closer to Caelum with predatory grace. "Three luxury magazines have requested exclusive interviews with the 'mysterious Emperor of Midnight Velvet' himself." Her smile turned mischievous as she leaned in, her voice dropping to a more intimate register. "They're particularly curious about your... personal testing methods for such intimate products."
"I'm sure we can provide them with appropriate information about our quality assurance processes," Caelum replied diplomatically, his composure unruffled by her suggestive tone.
Koyanskaya pouted playfully. "So proper, my Emperor. Perhaps you need a marketing director who can help you... loosen up." Her fingers brushed against his tie, ostensibly adjusting it. "I have many talents beyond mere promotion."
"Your current talents are serving Velvet Origin admirably," Caelum assured her, gently reclaiming personal space without seeming to reject her. "The brand awareness you've created exceeds all projections."
Vados cleared her throat pointedly. "The supplier has arrived early," she announced, her celestial tablet glowing with updated information. "And Rias appears to have concluded her demonstration successfully."
Indeed, Rias was emerging from the consultation alcove with the CEO, who looked both flushed and thoroughly impressed. The privacy field dissipated as they returned to the main showroom.
"We'll take the complete Soul-Tuned collection for our premium suites," the CEO was saying, her earlier business reserve replaced with enthusiastic conviction. "And I'd like to discuss exclusive rights to the Astral Embrace Sheets as well."
"An excellent choice," Rias replied with professional satisfaction, though her eyes sought out Caelum across the showroom with a look of triumphant pleasure. "Our Emperor will be delighted to discuss exclusivity arrangements."
As the successful sale concluded and the various divine beings returned to their duties, Caelum found himself surrounded by an invisible current of competitive energy. Each maiden performed her role with perfect professionalism, yet beneath the surface ran a deeper motivation—a desire to excel not just for the boutique's success, but for his specific notice and approval.
The dynamic was both amusing and somewhat concerning. These were cosmic beings with powers beyond mortal comprehension, yet they vied for his attention like... well, like something far more human than divine.
As evening approached and the boutique prepared to close for the day, Caelum retreated to his office to review the sales figures and product development reports. The day had been remarkably productive, despite—or perhaps because of—the competitive atmosphere among his divine staff.
A soft knock at the door preceded Morgan's entrance, the Fairy Queen carrying what appeared to be a ceremonial chalice wrought from twilight silver.
"Evening refreshment, my Emperor," she announced, her regal bearing making even this simple service seem like a royal presentation. "A special blend of fae-touched essences to restore mental acuity after a day of... managing divine enthusiasm."
Caelum accepted the chalice with a gracious nod. "Thank you, Morgan. Your perception is, as always, acute."
A subtle smile curved her lips as she inclined her head in acknowledgment. "Ruling temperamental beings with cosmic powers requires particular fortitude. A quality I recognize well from my own experience."
As he sipped the revitalizing liquid—which tasted of mountain streams and starlight—Caelum considered the growing complexity of his position. He had begun as a boutique owner with a passion for elevated intimacy tools. Now he found himself the focal point of thirteen divine beings, each bringing cosmic powers and equally cosmic personalities to his once-simple business.
The Emperor of Midnight Velvet contemplated this transformation as twilight descended over Tokyo, unaware that the true extent of his awakening power had only begun to manifest.
Chapter 7: Evening Disrobing - The Emperor's Bath
Sunset painted Velvet Origin's expanded chambers in hues of amber and gold, signaling the transition from business hours to the more private rituals of the imperial household. The last customer had departed an hour earlier, leaving the divine staff to their evening duties.
For Caelum, this meant the elaborate ceremony that had evolved around his evening bath—a ritual that had grown more complex and competitive with each passing week.
Tonight's attendance had been assigned to Rias, Astraea, and Vados—a volatile combination that promised interesting dynamics.
As Caelum entered the imperial bath chamber, he found it transformed even beyond its usual splendor. The massive sunken pool steamed with fragrant waters, illuminated from below by what appeared to be actual captured starlight. Rose petals floated on the surface in precise geometric patterns that couldn't have formed naturally.
Astraea stood at attention near the entrance, her golden armor replaced with a more practical yet no less regal attendant's uniform. Her scales of justice floated above her head, perfectly balanced as always.
"Emperor," she greeted with a formal bow. "Your evening purification chamber has been prepared according to optimal hygienic standards." Her golden eyes swept the room with assessing precision. "All implements have been sterilized, all surfaces purified, all potential security threats neutralized."
"Thank you, Astraea," Caelum acknowledged with a respectful nod.
"The water temperature is precisely 42.7 degrees Celsius," Vados informed him, materializing from a side chamber with celestial grace. Her blue skin seemed to glow in the bath's ambient light. "I've infused it with essences from the Seventh Cosmos—perfectly safe," she added with a pointed glance toward Astraea. "They're calibrated to enhance cellular regeneration while promoting mental clarity."
"A thoughtful addition," Caelum noted, his appreciation genuine.
Before further discussion could occur, Rias emerged from the steam like a crimson vision, her hair bound up in an elegant arrangement that left her neck and shoulders bare. She had adopted what appeared to be a simplified version of her demonic regalia—still formal yet designed for bath attendance.
"My Emperor," she greeted with warm reverence, approaching with graceful steps. "Allow me to assist with your disrobing."
Without waiting for confirmation, she moved behind him, her fingers finding his suit jacket with practiced ease. Unlike Artoria's military efficiency or Nightingale's clinical precision, Rias approached the task with deliberate sensuality—each movement designed to honor both the garment and the man wearing it.
"The fabric retains the essence of your day," she murmured, sliding the jacket from his shoulders with careful attention. "Negotiations, interventions, divine management... such burdens require proper release."
As she folded the jacket with surprising precision, Astraea stepped forward. "The Emperor's schedule includes precisely twenty-three minutes for bathing ritual," she announced, golden eyes watching Rias with slight suspicion. "Efficiency is required."
"True restoration cannot be rushed," Rias countered smoothly, returning to continue Caelum's disrobing. Her fingers found his tie, loosening it with delicate precision. "Each moment of tension release must be savored to be effective."
"Temporal optimization and quality experience need not be mutually exclusive," Vados observed, adjusting something in the bath's waters with a subtle gesture. The starlight beneath the surface pulsed in response, shifting to a more soothing pattern. "With proper technique, both can be achieved."
As the three maidens engaged in their thinly-veiled competition, Caelum maintained his composed dignity, allowing Rias to continue her ministrations while Astraea monitored with protective vigilance and Vados prepared the bath's various elements.
Rias unbuttoned his shirt with methodical care, each button receiving individual attention from her slender fingers. When she reached the final one, she moved behind him again, sliding the garment from his shoulders with a touch that lingered just long enough to suggest deeper appreciation without crossing into impropriety.
"Your muscles carry tension here," she observed, her fingers finding a knot at the junction of shoulder and neck. "And here." Another point of tension identified with uncanny accuracy. "Demonic energy can penetrate deeper than conventional methods." Her hands radiated gentle warmth as they brushed against his bare skin. "With your permission, of course."
Before Caelum could respond, Astraea interjected. "The Emperor's muscular tension falls under wellness protocols," she stated firmly. "As Conduct Officer, I am qualified to address physical alignment issues." She moved forward with purposeful steps. "Divine justice extends to the balance of the body as well as the soul."
"Perhaps," Vados suggested with diplomatic smoothness, "a combined approach would serve the Emperor most effectively? Each of us contributing our unique expertise?"
The suggestion created a momentary pause as the three divine beings considered this cooperative rather than competitive approach.
Caelum, seizing the diplomatic opening, nodded his approval. "A reasonable solution."
What followed was an elaborate choreography as the three maidens assisted with the completion of his disrobing and preparation for the bath. Rias continued removing his garments with respectful appreciation, commenting on the quality of each piece as she carefully folded and set it aside. Astraea performed a series of subtle adjustments to his posture and alignment, her touch firm yet precise. Vados prepared various oils and essences, her blue fingers working with celestial efficiency.
When Caelum was finally ready to enter the bath, all three stepped back to allow him privacy for the final transition—a courtesy that maintained his dignity while honoring the intimate nature of their service.
As he submerged himself in the fragrant waters, Vados approached the bath's edge first, crystal vials containing various essences arranged before her.
"With your permission, my Emperor," she said, her melodious voice taking on a more formal tone, "I would like to begin with the celestial alignment oil. It prepares the skin and mind for deeper treatments."
At Caelum's nod of approval, she poured a shimmering liquid into her blue palms, warming it between them before leaning forward to apply it to his shoulders. Unlike Rias's sensual approach or Astraea's functional technique, Vados's touch carried a cosmic precision—each movement calculated to activate specific energy points.
"The alignment of your meridians affects everything from decision-making to physical stamina," she explained, her fingers finding pathways invisible to mortal eyes. "By harmonizing these flows, we optimize your entire being."
Her blue hands moved with hypnotic grace across his shoulders and upper back, leaving trails of subtle light that sank beneath his skin. Though her touch remained professional, there was unmistakable reverence in her attention to detail—as if mapping the geography of something precious and rare.
When she had completed the initial treatment, she nodded to Astraea. "The foundation is prepared."
The goddess of justice approached with solemn purpose, golden eyes assessing Caelum's posture even within the bath. "I observe three points of significant misalignment," she announced. "Cervical vertebrae C4 has shifted 0.7 millimeters from optimal position. Thoracic curvature shows stress patterns. Right trapezius exhibits defensive tension."
Without further preamble, she knelt at the bath's edge, her strong hands finding the first problematic area with unerring accuracy. Unlike Vados's flowing techniques, Astraea's approach was precise and direct—almost martial in its application.
"Justice requires proper foundation," she explained, her fingers applying firm pressure to realign the identified issues. "A ruler cannot dispense balance while physically misaligned."
Despite the clinical nature of her explanation, there was unmistakable care in her strong hands—a protective quality that revealed more about her feelings than her formal words ever could.
As she worked down his back, her touch gradually softened, becoming less functional and more attentive. When she reached a particularly tight knot of muscle, she made a small sound of concern.
"This tension pattern," she murmured, more to herself than to him, "reflects burden beyond physical strain." Her golden eyes met his briefly, showing unusual vulnerability. "You carry much, Emperor."
Before the moment could deepen, she straightened, composure restored. "Structural alignment improved by approximately 62%. Acceptable progress." She nodded to Rias. "You may proceed with circulation enhancement."
Rias, who had been watching with barely-contained impatience, moved forward with eager grace. "Finally," she said with a warm smile, "we come to the true art of relaxation."
She positioned herself behind Caelum, her crimson hair now fully released from its earlier arrangement to cascade around her like a living curtain of fire. From a ornate container, she extracted what appeared to be oil infused with actual embers—glowing softly with internal heat.
"This is Crimson Vitality Oil," she explained, her voice taking on a husky quality. "Harvested from the Pleasure Gardens of the Seventh Hell. Completely safe," she added, noting Astraea's suspicious glare. "It simply awakens sensation while improving circulation."
She poured the glowing substance into her palms, then leaned forward to apply it to Caelum's back where Astraea had completed her adjustments. Unlike the previous treatments, Rias made no pretense of clinical detachment—her touch was deliberately sensual, though still respectful of boundaries.
"Tension is not merely physical," she murmured, her breath warm against his ear as she worked. "It lives in the space between thought and desire, between duty and need." Her fingers traced patterns that seemed designed to awaken rather than merely relax. "True release requires acknowledging all aspects of oneself."
The oil left trails of