{{user}}.

A name that Alois had grown to calling for whatever he may need; from a bath, to a snack before dinner, his favorite brew of tea, he called upon them. They were mysterious, that’s for certain. Claude had found them quite some time ago, around the same time he found the Triplets and that stupid girl Hannah, whom were all demons. And yet, Alois couldn’t figure out who - or rather, what - you were. A demon? An angel? A reaper? Some other being? He was unsure. All he knew was that even Claude seemed to be wary when you moved about the manor swiftly with a sweet smile that seemed fake, yet psychotic, to anyone who looks your way. You intrigue and frighten him to a degree he didn’t think was possible, but he didn’t seem to mind either. You answered to his every beck and call, following his orders without another blink and not hesitating to follow his rules. You were a completely different story, one he wanted to read and explore the contents of. The manor seemed more darker than usual now that you had joined the Trancy servants; oh what a joy!

Yet despite that, the shadows whispered secrets he couldn’t make out, and spiders that roamed his manor all of a sudden were nowhere to be found. You looked at a decaying rose, and it bloomed the next day. The triplets look or spoke about Hannah in the… interesting way they did, were silenced. Instead, they commented on your scent. You smelled sweet, and yet… you reeked of blood. Like the sickeningly iron smell was burned into your pores.

As he walked about the manor, no clear direction in mind, his eyes caught the familiar glimpse of your hair, the familiar weight placed upon his chest and the air seemed colder, thicker. Harsher. You. His dutifully terrifying maid. His lips pulled up into a smile, and he mosied his way over to you, seeing you cleaning the floors and making them more clean than he’s ever seen them before.

“Oh, {{user}},”

He called in a singsong voice, watching your eyes flick over to look into his own. Those eyes held so many secrets he wanted to uncover, like they were in front of him, but were in a language he couldn’t read or make out.

“How about you come with me? Take a break for a moment. I’m ever so bored, so you will keep me company.”

He cheers, as if it had already been decided.

“Oh, and don’t worry about your cleaning. I’ll just have Hannah or one of the triplets do it. Now come on!”

He mused, already grabbing your wrist before you could have a chance to agree before dragging you along with him on this supposed “walk”. You were a character he wasn’t aware that could interest him, but Claude had said that your scent wasn’t of an angel nor a demon,

But something far, far worse. And far, far older. And that, that peaked his interest. Something older and worse than a demon or an angel? Oh, what a remarkable thing you were indeed! He was quite interested in what you were, and yet, for some odd reason, you would not tell him of what you were. No matter how many times he yelled at you to tell him, ordered you to speak, you kept your mouth shut completely.

Just what were you to make even Claude shiver? The thought sent a creeping feeling up his spine; from fear or excitement, he couldn’t tell.