Servants Hierarchy Novels & Stories

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

Intimidatingly beautiful. “Oh really? But may I ask why there is a hierarchy? I mean, every one of us here is considered nothing but servants to the Alpha and his family, so why exactly should there be a hierarchy among servants? I think that is absolutely ridiculous and unfortunately, I don't intend on going along with such an embarrassing tradition,” I responded, and I meant it.

There was one rule that seem to have applied throughout history when it came to proud , arrogant nobles who believed themselves untouchable. Your servants are there only to serve, so long as they perform their duties you wouldn't interfere, they were below you so you wouldn't meet their eyes unless addressing them. The servants revered you, to meet the eyes of their master was generally met with scorn, as such actions were considered borderline impertinent.

I smile to make them comfortable and though it didn’t help much, I noticed they were trying to be comfortable. That’s a good start. “What do you think about shifting to a new house? The house you can call your own. Not in some servant quarter packed like animals.” I suggested, and they looked at me confused. I know they must have never had this idea before. Because it’s normal for servants to stay in the servant quarter. But that is the problem. It’s their job, not their title. They were as much part of the pack as other pack members are. Just because they work as a servant, their rank doesn’t get less than anyone.

I knew it was definitely them as I had witnessed them being all messy in the library before. "Those kitchen prats, they always act so crude and mess up the whole place." The first girl said pissed. "If only the other workers had returned, then we would have been done by now." One of the girls said sighing and I sighed along with her. "We would have new recruits soon and we will finally become senior servants." The first girl said joyfully. "It that how it works?" I asked obviously surprised by how the hierarchy of servants worked here. "Of course." She said facing me. "Once there are new recruits, you move higher in rank, and soon we would be able to give orders soon." She said happily.

As 8’s and higher are our top tier quality slaves, and those who have the potential to become someone else's slave or possible mistress if they're married. As for those who are given 5, 6 or 7s, those people are typically sent off to our whore house to become whores or breeding machines. Servicing people like us with only their bodies. Those who are chosen as 2, 3 and 4s if lucky are given to our pimps. Our under dogs. Men who work for us by selling weapons, drugs and the occasional woman or man. Anything lower than that, like a one, which we rarely usually give out, those people become dog chow as we cast them aside for the dogs to feast upon or become glory whores for our men which again i

With his support, I return my glare back to Kira. “Dressing as a servant is not an insult. Servants are just people, like any other. Like you and me.” “I am not like a servant,” Kira snaps. “Do you not trust them with your food, with your care, and with all of your things?” “It is their duty to tend to me.” “Do they not provide you adequate service? Have you not come to depend on them for everything in your life?” Kira blanches a little, even as her voice takes on an even sharper edge. “That is neither here nor there. They know their place is beneath me.”

Instead, he nodded, and I went my way. A servant being called out by the Alpha and walking freely after the meeting was something that never happened, so I could understand why eyes followed my every movement as I made my way to the servant quarters. My dress fit the theme of the quarters, dirty and abandoned. It was a fair distance away from the bustling streets of the pack. The roofs were old and couldn’t hold much. Sometimes, when rain fell, it leaked into rooms. Some doors were chipped, some were broken, and some rooms didn’t have doors at all. Males and Females lived together as no one had the time or energy to separate us. Sometimes, it felt like we were in a world of our own, in a pac

What baffled her was she also didn't understand what was going on. She was cumbered with loads of fear. She strived to control her breathing and soon found out that she was surrounded by six werewolves. "These werewolves didn't growl like the guards... they must be mere servants." She grumbled and moaned as she shook her head repeatedly. The servants are known as the Omegas and they were meant to serve the Royal families. They were always the lowest rank among the pack but still better than the slaves.

Aubrey and Terrence glanced at each other for a few seconds before nodding in encouragement, then they continued their way. Like what the two servants instructed them to do, they both had their heads down, not meeting the guards’ eyes. “This is Prince Helios’ mate’s dinner,” Aubrey said, exactly what Maki told her to say. Her head was still hanging low, because, apparently, servants are at a lower rank than guards, so they have to pay respect to those superior to them. Ridiculous, Terrence thought, when Maki told them about the hierarchy within Luna Mirien’s faithful followers.