The Demon's Maid

In Search Of: Maid

Sitting within the confines of his home-office, Braith felt he would go mad with either frustration or plain exasperation. A few days ago he had finally finished up enough of his work and responsibilities at the company to work from home. Hoping to bring himself some semblance of peace. He had trusted that his man-servant, Roran, would be able to handle doing a little cleaning and cooking not only for himself but for Braith as well.

That idea was utterly forgotten once he got an official, long look at his large home. Layers upon layers of dust lay upon the shelves, furniture, and fireplace. That he could easily handle; however, Braith learned painfully quick that Roran could not cook to save the poor man's life. Anything the creature attempted to cook was either completely charred or severely undercooked and inedible.

So now, on top of his piles of paperwork to be done, Braith was combing through application after application for maid services. He wanted to make sure they were qualified, and not some dumb female looking to gain social status and wealth by being a distraction to him from his work.

Braith threw yet another thick stack of applications into the overflowing bin beside his desk. A soft groan fell from his lips as his head fell into his hands. He couldn't take another minute of this. Hoping his servant could at least do this correctly, he called for Roran.

"Y-Yes, Master Braith?" A few minutes later Roran called, scuttling into the room. He bowed his head to his master before straightening and glancing at the giant pile of trashed papers. "You have not found an applicant to your liking, Master?"

"No I haven't and this is tiresome! I wouldn't have to do this if you weren't such an incompetent fool!" Braith growled, slamming his hands on his desk as he stood, an angry tick on his brow. "You should at least be able to handle picking a suitable maid that will not bother me. If you cannot do that then you might as well be rid of yourself!"

Roran stuttered. "B-but Master! Y-You're father would be displeased if you released me! I-I..."

"ENOUGH!"

Braith sighed and opened his eyes as they bled red. He glared at Roran, his now clawed hands digging into the mahogany desk. Braith simply decided to glare at Roran until his stuttering ceased and his head dropped to stare at the floor.

"As you wish, Master Braith. I will see to it at once." Without another word, Roran left the room and his master behind, leaving Braith to his thoughts.

He waited until he heard Roran's steps disappear before he changed back to his human form and walked to his window. The sun shone bright over the gardens as he looked out, but the bright nice day brought him no happiness. No smile dared cross his face. The bright sunny day only brought agitation to worsen his already dampened mood.

With one last sigh and a sad, reluctant look back at his desk, he went and sat back down to at least try and make a dent in his paperwork.

What she was doing here, or how she even managed to give into the man before her was beyond Clover's mental grasp. But there she sat, the events still a blur to her.

Earlier that day, Clover was sitting peacefully in her day jobs office, absently scratching at her left wrist. She had just finished up her last job when her boss rang for her, asking her to come in immediately. Clover didn't think anything of it at first but the more she thought about it, the more she got suspicious.

Her suspicions were correct when she walked in and saw a very nervous, short man. Upon closer inspection, Clover noticed he wasn't a man at all really. He was a type of swamp demon. She glared at first him and then at her boss who sat smiling behind her desk.