Servants Hierarchy Novels & Stories

’ the thought almost earned a laugh from her. “He didn’t…” One whispered, forgetting herself for a moment. The other nudged her hard. But Eileen saw it. The quick look they shared. The slight parting of lips that almost asked, ‘Where is he?’ And It was funny, how these servants at some point thought they were better than her. She was demoted to being a slave and in the rank, a servant was better than that. Unfortunately for her, all the servants who served her were killed along with her parents and family.

We wouldn’t do that even if Hell froze over and pigs grew wings to fly through the sky. Nobody would ever gain access to our magic or benefit from it except for us. We were very protective Fae when it came to our power and position within the Fae community. People lowered their heads when I passed by. Servants, however, bowed low because they understood that their place in our hierarchy was far below us. That was a fact that we made certain was clear to everyone.

Smiley gave him his word. “Alright. It’s easier if I explain it to you like this.” Smart cracked his fingers. ”You see, SO is the people that served the Kings.” He lifted his fist. “SQE, on the other hand, serves the Emperor.” He lifted his other fist. “Emperor.” Suddenly, all of them became attentive to understanding the structure of the Underworld hierarchy. “Correct.” “You’re right.” “Yay.” Smiley and Sly cheered for them while Sleepy said it without a soul. He said it for the sake of participating in the sudden discussion.

She greeted him as husband and I knew who I needed to become to get those keys. Elena and one of the servants went running by us, causing the maid to sigh in annoyance. How strange the future Queen's behavior was. She was days away from 18, yet carrying on like a child while obviously friending one of her servants. I didn't believe in servants and frowned upon their treatment I've seen them receive in this household. Especially, the treatment given by the Trio families and that disgusting Alpha Tyler. Everyone had their place within our kind. Werewolves were born into Alpha, beta, and omega status, but forced servitude was unnecessary and inhuman to any species.

One of the farmers utters. “And who are you that the Luna need to inform before coming?” One of Luna Violeta’s servants rudely cuts in, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. What are these servants to her that they act this way? In our pack, servants are meant to be mute, but these ones smell of audacity. They have so many wings to fly. “We are sorry,” the second farmer responds, and I whiff in disbelief. A farmer apologizing to a servant. Wow!!!

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

To command another and have them obey without question. But I worked my way up from the bottom. Even among Omegas, there was a hierarchy. Forced into servitude, a slave of the high-ranking wolves was a master among slaves. I made sure I got into the Dumont house. It was there I caught the grace of Adele Dumont, and I was put in charge of Eva Dumont. Even then, I was a nobody. Eva Dumont had a flurry of servants at her beck and call. I was a zebra among pristine white horses. Nothing special or peculiar about me to be remembered.

"How boastful of you. For us 'servants,' while the 'masters' are destroyed, we additionally perish in a series of responses. Do you recognize it? Immortality is simply an empty label while we 'servants' have to worry about destruction via chain response each second. Can you recognize those problems!?" "I do not need to recognize. You're simply mentally weak. If you need to keep your existence, simply depart descendants behind. The master-servant chain response does now no longer unfold to blood relatives. It's best a difficulty among the biter and the bitten. Since your descendants might not be killed, your bloodline is still handed down."

"You're probably one of Young Master's fangirls. If you want to stay here longer, you have to control yourself!" I blinked thrice. Me? A fangirl of someone? Who is she referring to? I didn't bother to ask her who the Young Master is and she proceeded in giving me my first task. Before giving the task, she explained to me about the hierarchy of servants. She introduced me to them first, before the explanation of what their roles are. I met the bodyguards, footmen, kitchen boys, scullery maids, cook/chef, and the housemaids, which I am one of them. Mrs. Cruz introduced me to the head housemaid, who is the senior house maid, Mrs. Jessica Garcia. And her task is to report to the Housekeeper. The

, 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.