Servants Hierarchy Novels & Stories

He was a wonderful person. A retainer? Nothing special, that's just what we call priests of the Bright Saint. Those at the bottom of the church hierarchy, who are just starting out and just swore their oaths, are called slaves of the Bright Saint. Thralls are the next stage, followed by servitors. Then there are the retainers, and the Confidant is the head of the church. As for common folk, they are simply the fruits of his work-not even slaves, more like toys. He can play with them, break them, toss them aside-except for necromancers, really. Throughout all the kingdoms, necromancers are known to serve the Dark Tempter, and their unclean souls should be sent all the way to heaven, to be dea

“but Serafino, They were looked like much stronger than we thought what if they could kill us all in one move like they did to our two allies” One of the servants said. “I thought that you were all fighters. Are you a Coward? Did you know that they were only a child and all of you here were almost the same? How many centuries older than them!” I saw how the servants swallow hard. All of them here have only a small brain. They were only thinking About was fighting nothing else, so I could simply order them. For the reason that they were, I needed a leader like me. “in the account of three, I want you to move faster”

I sat up, wearing a frown instantly, "What are you doing here?" "You've been asked to vacate the guest quarters." I sighed in relief. This is it! Andrew has come to his senses. "Andrew sent you to escort me?" "The Alpha has asked you to be sent to the level one servant room." My jaw dropped. Level one? That's the lowest of the servants rank. Being a level one servant meant you had to scrub the floors, toilets, and basically every belittling chore. It also meant the whole pack looked down on you.

He pointed out the kitchen with its massive iron stoves, the low-ceilinged servants’ dining hall, the washrooms, and the locked storage pantries. "Your main duties are washing the dishes and cleaning the rooms," he said, his voice level and calm as we walked. "Everything must be spotless before the owners wake up. They shouldn't see you while you're working." "I understand," I replied. "They're not bad people," he added, looking ahead. "But they prefer not to interact with the staff... especially those without families." I didn't say anything, but I understood the implication. Having spent years in a pack, I knew how hierarchies worked. The powerful didn't like to look at the people who swep

I asked interrupting him again. " I would prefer if you do not interrupt. The second in command is the beta and beta females, there are other betas but they are under the first beta's control, it is just like being the vice president. The next is the gamma, they are like the upper middle class, and most of them make up the warrior. They commoner and below them are the omegas, they are the people that serve most of the other kind of work as you could see now". I could have shifted into an omega, but why do things have to be different with me, why is fate treating me this way?

Baxon is one of the trainees and the second in command. And the sentinels, who were the ones who were guarding the entire pack – they could be soldiers if she might add together with the hunters – but their main duty was to get the pack some food to eat for them to live. Lastly, the lowest form of them were the omegas, or the servants. They were the ones who served those who were in higher positions. All of those were just some of the things that Myrtle told her. All in all, she was just enjoying her new environment. She was just hoping that those rogues wouldn’t stay any longer.

"My daughter, I apologize for only coming this far. Before I leave, I request that you protect the company. Protect the highest position because greedy people want it, Shian. You are the sole legal heir of the company. Take care of it." "Highest position?" I smiled wistfully. "I would rather come with you than live with power while spending every day living alone." "Miss Shianna!" the maids exclaimed, startled by my stumbling steps. I smiled at them and lifted the bottle I was holding before continuing my walk. “Miss! Madam will be furious once she sees you acting like that! ” Anxiously, a maid approached me, but I immediately pushed her away, causing her to fall onto the floor.

" I listen to the passion in Octavius' voice and smile. The vampire doesn't try to claim his own or the mutants' as better. Instead, he speaks of his desire to see the sun and feel the sun's rays warm his skin. I'm sure the sun must be beautiful if the man couldn't forget the magical object. I wouldn't mind seeing it for myself someday. His zeal and passion are admirable. They remind me of Freya and make me miss the terrible place because of the people I had to leave behind. Octavius clears his throat and smiles, "Just like vampires, there are different ranks of humans in the New Invictus. The lowest rank is blood bags, sorry, but that's what we call them, it might be hard to get rid of the

Each of them with their face down and their hands crossed over each other at the front. Lexi approached with calculated steps, swaying his gaze from maiden to maiden as he strolled towards me. He stopped in front of a maiden and grabbed one of her breasts. I was used to seeing him act like that. Treating women so disrespectfully as if he owned them. But was I wrong? He actually owned them. Some of us were servants while some were slaves. Slaves and servants held different meanings in Crescida. A slave is someone who is bought and made to work without any wage but a servant is one who works for his wage. So the treatment actually differs.

Omegas carried trays and jugs from the kitchen, weaving around the stronger bodies with practiced care. The hierarchy was visible in every line, every glance. At the top stood the Alpha and his future Luna, seated at the highest table, their plates always the fullest, their cups always filled first. The Beta and Gamma flanked them, solid pillars of authority. Below them, ranked in order of strength and service, were the elite warriors and seasoned scouts. Lower still, the general warriors, trainees, and specialized roles—the blacksmith, the healer, the seers. At the very bottom, scraping what fell through the cracks, were the omegas.