Demi-servant Novels & Stories

“Could you help me get a glass of water to drink?" Dominic nodded then clapped his hands twice, immediately, several servants entered with their heads bowed and their hands clasped together. They were dressed in rich black and gold uniforms far too elegant for ordinary servants. They carried themselves like royalty, which left me wondering— Who is Dominic aside from being my father's strongest warrior? "Get my mate a glass of water.” I watched the servant's eyes shoot up from shock the moment he said that. Why's that? Were they shocked he called me his mate?

LHRYS'S POINT OF VIEW "Master Lhyrys! Are you really sure that you will also go to the Human Realm with the Lady?!" Dominic asked frantically. Dominic is the butler that was also thrown away with me from the Human Realm. He is a loyal servant, friend and I also consider him as a part of my family. Despite being aware of my views of him, he didn't change and still insisted on being treated as a servant instead of 'grandeur' titles such as a friend or a family. He only sees everything he does as his duties but for me, it meant a lot to even ignore and regard it as nothing.

And if a small voice inside him a voice that sounded suspiciously like his dead son whispered that he was the one being damned, he ignored it. Because to listen would be to admit that Matthias had been right. That love wasn’t weakness. That some things were worth the cost of destruction. Marcus couldn’t afford that knowledge. So he prayed instead, and waited for the kingdom to burn. THE SERVANT GIRL Her name was Elise, though no one important enough to use it ever did. She was sixteen, with the kind of plain face that made people forget her almost immediately after looking at her. A gift, in a way invisibility was survival for servants. You could watch people. Learn their secrets. Move throu

“No, believers are categorized into Jems and servants, if you're not marked as a Jem, then you are a servant,” “I see, but you still haven't told me the purpose of a Jem.” “Sex... Demons have destined mates, but can still choose a human to satisfy their needs, in return... that human earns respect” “But I still don't get it, you're a demon, so why did she dump you for another?” “He was royalty,” I grumbled. Arriving at Devil's Lare, I looked across at it, my heart became heavy. “Tell him I forgive him, and I want him to come back to the apartment, we have bigger issues dealing with.”

“I suppose we should drag Bethel out of bed then.” “Seraphina’s a what?” Aurelia shouted through the garden. Achilles shot her a glare, “Will you keep your voice down! I said, she may be a demi-god by blessing.” “What the hell does that even mean?” Achilles rolled his eyes, “King Xaveris was a demi-god, no it wasn’t a legend. He was a demi-god by blessing, not by birth. From what Helga explained, if Seraphina’s blood was accepted as an offering to use Spirit magic then, she may be a demi-god.”

It seems you have forgotten who the master is and who the servant in this house is? I stared at him coldly; he lowered his head and replied

It was precisely because of their embarrassing existence that the half-demon people themselves had no status at all. Since they could not cultivate, and their appearance was not good, the role of the half-demon was only limited in slaves, servants.

"KING ASMODEUS! THE HUMAN!" The demons around me whipped their heads to the intruder and one flew to the servant and snapped his body against a tree. A sickening crunch was heard and the servant fell to the floor in a small lump. He didn't move again. Before I could count to three, someone appeared next to the dead servant. Adrian.

The two housemaids were surprised, but Demi nodded at them, so they reluctantly joined them. "Thank you, Senyorita," the two housemaids said. "We're probably around the same age, so you don't need to call me Senyorita. Our housemaids just call me by my name," she told them. "You have housemaids too?" Marissa asked in amazement. "She's Sandro's niece," Demi answered. "You're Sir's niece? The handsome Chinese guy?" Olga said in surprise. "Wow, he's really good-looking, Senorita."

“Who was she? That other… me.” He set the glasses down on a sleek chrome table with a soft click. “Prime is the original operational model. The first fully stable iteration of the Demi Protocol. She’s… efficient. Unemotional. A perfect weapon.” He finally looked at me, and the raw emotion in his eyes was a physical blow. “But she wasn’t you.” “Because I’m the faulty copy?” The words tasted like ash. “The one who got infected with a ghost?”