Demi-servant Novelas e Histórias

Yes, today should finally be a day that runs smoothly. ~~~~~ -LUCIFER- “Please, my King! Have mercy!” The demon servant begged on his knees before me. As it turns out, I’ll be killing two birds with one stone in this trip to the Citadel of Sorrows. The traitor in my palace and the demon cunt that sees herself fit to be a queen...what a laugh. “I don’t understand the lack of loyalty from you.” I say looking down at the servant in disgust. “You were compensated well for your work, your family taken care of and yet you still betray me and my Queen...for what?”

She is my life, my soul, and the reason I laugh – the reason I live. "Tell me one thing," she frowns. "What are you?" "Ava, I'm a vessel for a demon," I confess, the words hanging in the air. Ava remains still as the realization sinks in. A vessel for a demon. As she looks at me, I see a flicker of something, not fear, but something else. "A demon that loves killing, Ava. A demon that revels in seeing blood. That's the main reason I punish my servants so harshly, to the point where blood is spilled. Please don't look at me differently from now on."

No way would Arlene be brought down by some cheap tricks from a two-faced woman like Vivian. Arlene quietly wiped the corner of her eye as well, playing along with the emotional appeal. "You're wrong, Vivian. You, coming from a poor and humble background, were never worthy of Isaac in the first place. But because you promised as a girl to love him forever, that fool went against his family's wishes and endured 39 lashes just to marry you. "Not only did he pull strings to lift your family up, but he also gave you a black card to give you status. Yet, during the engagement party, you signed a master-servant contract with another man behind his back."

I straightened my little black maid dress and picked up the huge spoon. “Stop!” Damion groaned. “No one orders my maid. Besides, she cleaned so well the whole day. Sera, serve us all. You've never done a good chore before.” Sera scoffed in disbelief. I stood there perplexed. Was this happening? Somebody slap me. Bring me to reality. Sera got up while I sat, trying my best to avoid her cold glance. She served everyone, except me. “You didn't say I should serve her.” She smirked and grabbed a spoon.

Let's just see who will win this game in the morning then. As soon as the sun went up, I woke up to start the day. This has been a routine for me as the head butler of the house. The residents of the underworld would surely laugh at me for these insignificant domestic chores. I am a demon prince for crying out loud. I am not supposed to be under a human's command. But in order for me to be able to spend time with Andrea, to get her trust and to receive her love, I had to do this demon-discriminating job every day for as long as it takes. I finished everything in one go; supervising the human maids and errand boys to do this and that, taking care of the menu for the day, checking the meat bus

The skinny man facing them cackled ominously. This man was known as Rat Servant, one of the 12 servants nurtured by the Trio Alliance Island in Wyverna. After Tiger Servant, he was another who had reached the formidable semi-Empyrean level. Facing a semi-Empyrean, the four Dukes of War struggled, barely holding their ground and on the brink of being overwhelmed. The difference between a Duke of War and a semi-Empyrean was a narrow gap in rank but a vast chasm in power.

And sure enough, the woman immediately tensed. "You know for sure that I want to see you now," Sebastian replied, a little threateningly "I'll just say it, never say it from your lips .." "I see," Ariesta interrupted firmly. Sebastian sighed. Throughout his career, even his life, only two people dared to disturb him. His sister...Meilinda, and now this woman. But Ariesta is different with her own uniqueness. She rhymes with Sebastian. She was able to catch Sebastian's points quickly. Is it true that it doesn't have to be with words because it is tied directly? suitable? Or is Ariesta's intelligence above average? She became a staff expert at this young age, there must be excess she has.

No vital signs are present and Barima is grey and dull, withered beneath a very vibrant Seraphine. Sera sits straighter, back arching as she tilts her head back and hums to herself, still in her demon. Her long tongue flicks out to clean her face and a bad of drool rolls down her long neck and disappears into her cream blouse. Her hands run along her shoulders and chest sensually and a sigh emerges from her now clean lips. She rolls Barima over and sniffs her, perhaps searching for missed blood or lingering energy. Upon finding nothing, she stands and gingerly kicks the woman flinging her body half up onto the couch.

Her mother warned while Tili just pouted. Casimir lifted their daughter up and made her sit on the ground. “But Raviora, my fish is a mermaid and swims! She wears a sim-suit, too!” Adam’s eyes went dark. He tried inserting his finger inside my hole, but I pressed his hands between my thighs, making him stop from doing it but continue rubbing it. Adam looked at me. As if he wasn’t pleased hearing those words from Tili. His finger fastened its phase, making my mouth open a bit.

, she teases, lightly tapping my shoulder, and letting out a chuckle. "I see." I don't want to make her feel uncomfortable by continuing to question her about what makes us so different. In the end, we both serve the master, but it appears that a slave is a slave, and a servant is a servant. Servants are paid while slaves are not, and slaves are given fancy rooms while servants are not. Servants have a choice and slaves do not. I can't make sense of any of it, nor do i understand my role here, but I'll leave it at that for now.