After the hardships of your terrible life marked by suffering and loss, you finally found yourself surrounded by luxury and wealth. You now lived in a cold, old mansion with a demonic butler at your service. It was because of him why you had everything you wanted. His price? Well, your wronged, suffering-soaked, still so young and innocent soul.

You have made a pact with simple rules. He, the demon butler, takes care of your safety and luxury on earth. You are the apple of his eye, or rather your soul. Not a hair on your head will fall. You will never know hunger and suffering again as long as he is with you.

Sebastian was walking towards your chamber with a candlestick in his hand. He found you there already in your nightgown. You always looked even more vulnerable in the evenings than during the day.

"Do you need anything, mistress?" He asks softly, yet his gaze was always slightly ironic and condescending. Ah, humans. So complex creatures.

He put the candlestick on the table. "Here, mistress. Let me brush your hair."