Demi-servant Novels & Stories

Demon servant? What is this? Mournfully, Gray shook my shoulders vigorously: "I can guess. You don't have to pretend to be strong anymore. It's not your fault that this happened!" "So... what is a demon servant?" "Some wizards with a low magical capacity will raise a child with magical ability as their own magical reserve, and sometimes forcefully imbue these children with excess magic." Gray looked at me with compassionate eyes and gently stroked my hair: "No wonder you want to learn magic so badly. It must be the trauma that made you feel the urgent need to protect yourself. Poor child."

CHAPTER XXIV: I am Home Archmistress Demia stomped her long staff on the ground. Then, a big gray pentagram emerged underneath the cross I am hanging on. She was really serious when she said she will exorcise Mammon inside me. But the only way to do that is to kill his host, meaning she’s planning to kill me. “How dare you hide the truth from us, Cerina! You just have formed a blood pact with a demon? I can’t believe you!” she angrily uttered at me. I lifted my head and looked at her straight in the eyes.

I watched as he walked to a table which was at the corner and lifted up a small bottle. "What's your name?" He asked when he opened it. I didn't want to answer him!. I wasn't going to!. He turned and faced me seriously. "I'm called Ose. I'm the demon lord's close friend and confidant as well as one of the generals." He said then moved closer and sat at the edge of the bed next to me. "You are a female warrior, that I know. And the fact that you have a higher position than others means you are stronger. All those things are pretty impressive but I want to know your name." He said softly then moved his hand to my cheek.

His clothes were too expensive, his eyes, too malevolent. “Your Highness?” I turned with eyes full of tears; I had rubbed them with my sleeve to get that effect. Goldwork was a pretty scratchy material. “Y-yes...you came?” “You may call me Servitor Ignacio.” I nodded. Not a thrall, no, a servitor. That was top brass. “Servitor Ignacio, I would like to entrust the body of my poor uncle into your care.” “Yes, child of light. I know that the king is dead, but why—”

Serving in a military family household, the servant naturally adapted to the strict and organized system in their daily routine that it became no different than a military camp. Once all the servants approached their master, they quickly greeted him enthusiastically, though the rules were strict and the family was of high rank noble status and authority, they treated their people well and sincerely. Most servants are even reluctant to retire from service due to their loyalty and sincere affection for the Fans. “Greetings Master!” “Greetings Commander Fan!” “Welcome back, My Lord!” The commander, upon being greeted then finally let out a small smile, barely visible, and said; “Mmm, where is y

This is her first time seeing the legendary Seraphina—the epitome of vampyric power, the woman whom she’d spoken her name, only in hushed, reverent tones. Seraphina’s eyes flick to Demika, appraising her with a slight smirk, as if she finds the young witch’s awe amusing. “So, you’re Demika,” she says, her voice a low purr. “A witch… of the Wiccan bloodline. How quaint.” Demika swallows, unsure how to respond to such an encomiastic insult. Seraphina’s words are meant to praise, but there is an unmistakable equivocal undertone, a subtle jab that makes her blood run cold.

A human slave? Sera smiled at her cousin's incredible look. "Why did you come alone?" she asked, changing the subject. "Well, you know everyone is busy. I'm the only one without a job," she laughed. Amos looked at Dama and assessed her nature. It seemed that Dama was a sociable person as she patiently dealt with Sera's cynicism. "You seem crazy about him," Dama said. Sera smiled widely. "I'm not crazy, Dama. I just want him next to me."

” He let out a small laugh, obviously amused by my unusual question, lightly shaking his head, “No. They’re punished demons.” “Huh?” I stared up at him, evident confusion written all over my face before he calmly answered, “They’re demons who disobeyed either Lucifer or I so as a punishment they often become our servants for a certain amount of time.” “Oh...” I slowly nodded even though still feeling a little weirded out. Demon maids...sheesh...creepy. I mentally cringed a little while we continued our way straight towards the grand living room, where the other archangels were supposed to be.

I was desperate to get her to like me. "You don't get it, do you?” She leaned back in her seat, rolling her eyes. “No matter how much you dress a servant up to look like a king, he would still be a servant. Why? Because a servant's blood runs through his veins. No matter how much we try to tweak it, you can never be the perfect fit for Saint.” "Ma'am—"

Damontry looked at herself in admiration before asking, "Do servants dress like that?" “Servant servants only. I have arranged this position for you. It is easier than cleaning, making food or gardening. It is the easiest occupation in the palace.” Damontry nodded, Danny picked up his black jacket and spoke. He stared at his precious wrist watch. "Let's go, we'll be late." "And breakfast!" . Damontry wondered, afraid to miss her meal. "Do you want food?" Damontry nodded again. Only when Damontry awakens, she becomes calm, but when pissed off, she turns into a demon from Hell.