Demi-servant 소설 & 이야기

Ruben thought she looked suddenly very vulnerable and afraid…afraid of him? All the anger died out of him as he looked at her…a young girl…that’s all she was right now standing there, a scared young girl…who may be older than me and who could maybe pulverise me into the ground…Ruben reminded himself. “I told you…” Kat spoke quietly. “Told me what?” Ruben’s tone was low. “I told you all in the board room on the first night here…I am a servant to higher demons.” “So what are you saying? They all own you? Because I heard you say to that Boglan bastard he didn’t have authority over you.”

She wanted to completely destroy the reflective object but she was disturbed by a sudden knock on her bedroom door. "Come in," she turned around hoping her figure would hide the destroyed mirror from whoever was behind the door. "Miss Yumena, your Father wishes to see you downstairs," The Markov Demanor, Tulip communicated in English with her sweet, high-pitched voice. Demanors were human domestic workers that worked in Supernatural homes. They were usually impoverished individuals who held vulnerable positions in human society.

That's why he turns to him and says, "Forgive me, you have been calling me and I couldn't find you earlier because I was blinded by believing that servant." "Anuxis, you have to clean up the boys and find out exactly what happened," Serafín asked him. "Because I still don't understand, how could a servant of such low rank capture Ailit?" "That's true, master. She was a divine entity, she couldn't do it unless she allowed it or a god helped her," Anuxis reflected.

Still, she waited with closed eyes. “What is your name?” Lucien asked silently. “Servant number 16” Nyssa replied. No one ever called her by her real name. Not when she is a slave. Slaves don’t have names. They are given numbers by their master. Her master gave her servant number 16. Lucien’s jaws clenched. It was more reason for him to reject her. He can never be entangled with a servant, a nameless, wolfless servant. “I reject you, Servant number 16, as my mate.” He smirked, “The moon goddess must be indeed out of her mind to mate me with a lowlife like you. I command you to accept this rejection”

Old enough to know what they want, confident enough to explore, and young enough to bounce back from our more vigorous style of things pretty quickly. “Yes, I’m contracted as a servant,” she says a little more loudly. The words are meant to be a defense, but the kid just put a target on both our backs and I groan inwardly. Servants are different than donors. Both require contracts, but only one guarantees a lifetime commitment. Only what we call potentials can be servants. Humans with the capability of changing. Takes a special gene or set of circumstances, and they are for all intents and purposes human. Even so, the fact that she can be turned and not go batshit or die from the transition

" Y-you vicious woman, I will go cry to Damien and-” "Damien? Why wasn't I aware that a servant like you can be so familiar with your employer? Besides, whose side did you think your Master would take? The woman that he keep chasing and hoovering over like a stubborn persistent fly or an insignificant maid that he doesn't even know exist?” Eva raised a questioning brow at the end of her word.

I can't stand before Darius right now. I continued not minding where I was going to. 'You are this ungrateful? I brought you out of your den and you tell me this? I saved your life. You should be grateful. I rescued your life. You are nothing but a servant.' His words kept ringing in my head. I am nothing but a servant. I am everyone servant and no matter where I go to, that wouldn't change. That is what I was destined by the moon goddess to be. How cruel could she be? I did nothing wrong to deserve this.

Demi-Saint! The realization dawned on Earl Greenfield that demi-saints were individuals at the pinnacle of power. Except for the Saints, no one could rival their might. These were formidable beings capable of decimating cities and causing widespread chaos. Compared to them, a mere Earl like himself seemed insignificant, akin to ants in their eyes. Despite his usual calm and composed demeanor, Earl Greenfield couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that a demi-saint was on his side. The reassurance of having such a powerful ally alleviated some of his apprehensions.

“What’s your name, Petal?” “Demi. Do you have a pack, like Papa?” “No,” I said. “I’m a queen. Maybe, one day, you’ll have your own pack though.” “Sadly, she is just a Beta,” Deimos said. “But I’m sure I’ll find an Alpha willing to take her off my hands when the time comes. I doubt it though. Her aura is shit...like her worthless cunt of a mother, but-” he tapped Demi's nose -"I have a soft spot for my girls."

I murmured. “Nice to meet you, my lady. My name is Lucturex, the demon king's servant and long time friend.” He lowered his head towards me and show some respect. To be honest, he was so good-looking that I didn’t expect that he’s a demon too. Lucturex has red eyes, silver hair and tall white skinny body proportion. “Servant and his… friend?” “Yes, my lady.” “So, you know a lot of things about him then?” I put my hands onto my chest and didn’t look at him with a straight face.