A carriage trundled along the bumpy, winding path, its exterior rocking and swaying with each dip and jolt in the road. Despite the rough ride, the passengers within the carriage remained perfectly serene, their comfort ensured by the carriage's enchanted suspension system.
The carriage itself was driverless, with the reins being held in place by an unseen hand
In recent years, the use of traditional carriages like this one had become increasingly rare, as the majority of people had turned to more modern modes of transportation such as automobiles and airships.
However, it was still considered fashionable or traditional for nobles and those of high social standing to use carriages as a symbol of their status and wealth.
The old-fashioned mode of transportation was seen as a sign of elegance and refinement, and those who could afford to use it often did so out of a desire to display their social status.
Diablo turned his head towards the window of the carriage, resting his chin on his hand as he peered out at the approaching figure of a wrought iron gate, as the ride moved at a steady pace.
Leading the carriage towards the gate were a team of powerful stallions, their coats as dark as the night sky and their eyes red and bloodshot.
The creatures were massive, standing at least a hand taller than the average horse, with muscular bodies and thick, powerful legs. Their coats were sleek and glossy, and their manes and tails were long and flowing, almost seeming to shimmer in the light
These were no ordinary horses.....They were Nightmares, known for their notoriously difficult temperament. Not the fastest, but a sign of wealth and power.
They were very hard to tame.
However, these days, the use of these beasts were rare, seen as a frivolous and unnecessary expense. A waste of time and resources
Only fools or those who were disgustingly rich would consider using them. And yet, here they were, pulling the carriage forward with a sense of unbridled strength and ferocity.
Grayfia observed her Lord, watching as he gazed out the window with a distracted expression. Her mind drifting back to their earlier conversation at the Barbatos estate. Her mind still rattled from the arguments he presented her.
While she understood the need of a personal force, quite grudgingly so, she couldn't fully understand the timing
Why now?
....Why them?
None of it made sense to her.....but despite that, she trusted him. Even if his decisions turn out to be wrong in the end, she would always stand by him and face all the consequence for him
That was her role as his maid - to do anything for him, no matter the cost, no matter what the future held. She would be there for him, through thick and thin
Because to her, that was her purpose in life.......to serve him, and to do anything for him......no matter what
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An elderly butler, that carried himself with the poise and dignity of a seasoned professional, stood waiting near the front entrance, his gaze locked on the approaching carriage.
The sound of hooves clacked against the cobblestone driveway, announcing its arrival as it made its way around a fountain
The carriage, a luxurious model with gleaming gold accents and plush velvet seats, came to a stop in front of the entrance, and the butler made his way towards it with measured steps, his movements smooth and graceful despite his age. Reaching out with a show of respect, the butler opened the door of the carriage and stood back, allowing its occupants to emerge.
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Diablo in Highschool DxD
FanfictionA sociopathic loner who had lost everything in his life, gained another chance at life. He would not let this new start go to waste...He would not let anything get stripped from his again, he would gain power......power to eradicate all who stood in...
