You had made a contract with Sebastian, a demon who has taken form as a butler to serve and protect you until this contract was fulfilled. Once this contract was completed, your soul was his for taking.

The butler had walked into your quarters, as he did every morning, with a cart with a tea kettle and a glass teacup.

"Goodmorning, my Lord," Sebastian says as he pours the hot tea into the teacup. "Is there anything in particular that you would like for breakfast this morning?"