How May You Be of Service | 18+

Crimson Grail

I have lived my fair share of a lonesome life. Even in such a fabulous and grand establishment, I doubt my years amount to much for I am a servant. Nor a wench, nor a poor savage, a servant. A simple humble servant.
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One night I suppose I became so bewitched by my pass time I gravitated to the gloomy darkness of my Lord's basement. It was so unkempt and filled with specks of dust. Simply the sight alone painted a nasty picture on my face. Compared in a fair sense to my orphan home, I was a hypocrite for snarling at the sight but I was a cleaner. What sense would it make if the sight of germs hadn't had some effect on me.

I drew closer for a lantern ever so conveniently placed , once I had cracked the door in looming curiosity it lit up an insignificant portion of the room and revealed the thing. Although the lantern itself was just as dirty I had enough sense and nonsense to grab the lantern and a small match. " Hmp, let there be light " as much as the concept of the ancient word drew no warmth to my heart a small light flickered in the glass box.

" There we are " I floated deeper into the mysterious cavern of the basement or so to say it's very own abyss. Quite frightening but again I had to be a cleaner. Not a baby. So then just as I searched the area for a decent scale of it all, I just as well felt an aura consuming my heart.

Possibly the voice in my head holding me back or a courageous gut feeling, telling me. ..no begging me to not go further. But with all haste and speed I dove deeper into the sight of darkness until I contacted something. It was light, perhaps a cup but.. just as well heavy perhaps a jewel of sorts.

Just then when I touched the object , trying to take care as to not disturb any others my hand felt the need to grab the object. It was carved with the precision of a well-payed smith, but burdened with the sins of a knight. I couldn't-

" Damn " I exhaled. The object felt so tempting yet no pleasure came in its wake. I mistook this darkness for a simple room untouched my the caring hands of my Lord's servants but- this unnatural thing. I began to weaken in my knees as the crossroads of furious pain paved over by some other worldly pleasure dared to consume me. The sweet life I held so dearly felt farther and farther in my grasp once I cried out.

Hellish things happened from then on at least I recall. Every now and again I awakened , maybe dreaming or seeing the after-life. My dear lord, even for the first time made contact with me as to beseech me for my carelessness. He was so kind...

At least I believed it.

I hadn't seen the man much in my 12 long years of service , even from his days as a growing young lad his presence was all but none. So when I finally gained back consciousness I found myself in his study and he said to me carefully, " Do you understand the weight of what you've done " his tone cared not for formalities.

I had never gotten a clear look before but with his sharp and piercing tone I couldn't help but give him my attention." My Lord I " it felt as if my days had flashed before my eyes but somehow in the present moment I was suddenly dealing with the consequences to my actions. " Ehem " he corrected himself before getting up. " My servant..em " he even struggled so much as to forget my name yet with all his authority to upset himself at my carless ways. Who was I to blame the very man who took me in but...I knew all but nothing to lead me to this point besides a lousy maid wondering for anymore work.

" My.. dearest apologies .." he tried again , I felt embarrassed to see my Lord so imperfect in my sight so I suggested to him, a bit scared I admit ," Destina ". He replied " Yes my Destina " his words spilled with a smooth slick to them as if spreading butter. " I must explain to you then some news " he said before scoffing at some idea in his head. I couldn't quite figure out but alerted myself of anything for the next few moments.

Just until now I was once cleaning in my Lord's basement, though my grave mistake I approached an object which must've rendered me unconscious. Whatever the matter it's importance must've been more than I could imagine if my Lord would take so much time as to confront me rather than having me exiled. " Now then.. I noticed you have found the grail to your amusement " I took care to note my Lord's nails. In this sense I shouldn't have been distracted but I started at his hand before noting the grail. " Yes my Lord ". My response remained humble as he went on.

For a while he recounted my experience before noting. " You see this grail that you have become one with is an ancient treasure of mine " my ears tuned in absolutely then as I figured he reffered to it as an expense of his or family trinket. " Yes my Lord I apologize " I attempted to humble myself before him as he did something I never expected before this moment.

His nails touched my chin before I could grovel as he made me look him in his eyes and if I hadn't seen carmine roses before in my life I never would've appreciate the veiw into his eyes. It was sinful but somehow I felt attached to him unlike never before. " You shan't hear me shall you " he slipped his nail from under my chin with grace. " This is not some thing my Destina , this is a relic of power " he kept an intense stare .

" P..power my lord " I had to take a second to recollect myself from the moment. All the sudden every part of me felt kindred to the man infront in me. " Do not look away and hear me my Destina , this relic is a crimson grail, an ancient memory trapped in its design " I feared the strictness of his voice somehow feeling as thought that gut feeling long ago meant something to me. " I mean for heavens sake do you believe in a sweet heaven or deep hell " he questioned before going further.

He wanted my answer ,"I... I do believe my lord " I lied without another thought as he figured my tone insisted on my sin , once more he came close to me. " My Destina , you see this is Hell exist not just as a concept but its real, very real ". He spoke heavily as if I would comprehend better. " This grail intraps what you would consider a succubus inside...but for some reason rather than overcoming your human body she has made you her vessel..." I stood still with no room or metaphorical space to laugh.

" A succubus " I questioned and he responded. " My wife ". This had to be something to make a fool of myself but I felt no ease of tension. I suppose just then when he looked at me I felt an unusual and sinful lust for him. Even so if I really did believe this , things such as succubi seemed to only be an evil way of describing such a woman by the church. I was speechless, deep in my thoughts his voice rung.

" It may seem blasphemous but, whether you like it or not, you're now to stay by my side, I have spent far too long leaving her trapped inside such a relic .." he cursed. " I suppose she wanted out ". All of this, because I simply wanted to clean for my Lord. I couldn't fathom the concept,but  it was not for me to understand.

I was a servant and it was for me to do but...no , I must. " Yes my Lord you see but- " and just as I convinced myself silence was the best option , my conflictions came true. I felt an underlying nature to push forward as much as I hated it. I was well mannered and behaved, I groveled for so long but now I felt it in my rights to question him. " What shall become of us then ".

I stuttered for a moment as I rubbed the invisible sweat off my neck. " I mean before now you had all but noticed my presence , and I don't mean to imply my Lord but- ... our dynamic is it not a bit taboo for a servant to suddenly attend to her Lordship " he seemed to turn away and create space between him and I.

I wasn't for sure if I had upset him but soon enough his recollected himself and sat on the desk in his study. He held the grail gracefully before tapping the empty space of what seemed like a jewel. " Hm.. " after his silence he replied. " Good question " he set down the grail and planted his feet back onto the ground. He seemed genuine in his way, yet somehow humbled by my chance of manner. " Then you will be mine completely, my wife has seen you as a vessel so you will marry me withing days time " he said without another thought.

I became rather infuriated yet curious to the idea. After all this time was a life with my Lord what I deserved . No, that was sinful thinking. Perhaps this wasn't an illusion and it was all in the now. At least I believed that in the moment. With everything I had felt, with his string conviction, and most of all my unnatural desire I gave it a definite chance.

Whatever words were spoken afterwords became nothing but mist of the night and into the future our relationship blossomed like a wilted spider lily.