My Servant System Novels & Stories

I returned my gaze to the contract. I opened the next page of the contract in my hand, and I began to frown. He employed me to be his servant, yet he gave me the title PA. I thought as I read the five responsibilities printed on the next page of the paper. Does he want me to be his servant or PA? I thought

My heart panged as I realized she was still wearing her ring. “Just tell me what you changed." I crossed my arms and leaned back into my chair. Her eyes widened slightly “Um–Well. First off, I’m your servant so I will not obey the commands of anyone else. That includes your daughter, Freya." “This is a punishment!” I hissed but waved one hand “Go on,” She let out a deep breath "I'm a servant, not a slave. Since I won’t be receiving financial compensation for my work hours, I demand three hourss off everyday…Master,”

The many colours of angry swirling magic thrashing against the jars that have them contained until they are needed. One of my servants comes in. She is a submissive demon, I have a few that work in my household. “Are you ready to get out mistress?” She asks with her head bowed at all times, her eyes flick to the hologram of Chemosh’s daughter before looking back to the floor.

I followed her in confusion. “If you think you’re going to lay about all morning while the rest of the staff work, you’d better think again, human,” she told me as we walked. “I’m the housekeeper and a beta. The lowest servants under me are gammas, and you’re not even that. You’ll take on the tasks I have to listen to the others complain about, which will make you useful despite being human.” “That isn’t my job,” I snapped, furious at her treatment. This was exactly what I told Mr. Cavendish I wouldn’t tolerate. “I’m here to—”

Maddie groaned before looking up then she put her hands on her waist. "What's your name?" The servant immediately looked up and she was taken aback but Maddie kept looking at her. "We don't have names. We're mere servants to the gods so we are not entitled to have names." "What kind of rule is that? This place is a total bullsh*t!" Maddie bit her lip hard before she took a deep breath but her anger level keeps rising. "Where's your dictator?" The servant's brows met so Maddie sighed. "Where is the great Theo?" She said sarcastically before rolling her eyes. The servant stuttered but she still managed to tell her Theo's whereabouts.

Kilian stepped in front of me. “She does not speak english. IShe is my new servant. Dad, you can not have her. You bought her for me!” The word hit me hard. Servant! Was he telling his dad I was his servant? Would his father take me now that the truth was out. “Lyra?” Dragan’s face turns to regrat.

But even though there was such a huge disadvantage by being the servant of a god (having your life in the hands of another), the advantages were immense. As already stated, servants get a power upgrade by inheriting a portion of their god’s strength. And the higher the servant is ranked, the more power is available to him/her. There are three servant ranks: lower ranked servant, middle ranked servant, and higher ranked servants. Lower ranked servants inherit about 10% of their god’s strength. So they were mostly in the early or middle stages of the profound realm. Middle ranked servants inherited up to 20% of their god’s strength and were usually in the peak of the earth realm or the heaven

“Do your laundry and clean your house? Seriously? Do I look like a servant to you?” Torvin closed the distance between them in a single step, the movement a stark reminder of the gap in their height. His scent—a mix of sandalwood and sleep—told her he had gone back to bed after calling her. His face was serious, but an amused glint still danced in his eyes as he said. “Listen up, debtor. You owe me, and we’ve agreed that I get to decide how you pay me. That makes you my servant and me your master. I tell you what to do, and you do it. The sooner you understand that, the better for you.”

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

, 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.