Heavenly Servant

Chapter 1 (Pride)

It was a cold and snowy October morning. A door opened, a spine chilling breeze filled the warm slightly smoky room that smelled of lust and pheromones, with the tiniest bit of a soft tooth-rotting sweet vanilla incense, meant to attract and seduce the hungry men who were starving for a fulfilling meal.

A man of tall stature with icy blue eyes sharp enough to pierce and see straight through your soul, hair as black as the burning coal used to stay warm through the coldest of nights in East London, and skin as pale as a expensive one of a kind porcelain on the blushed pristine face of a fancy doll given to the daughters of the a rich noble. He walked with great confidence. The air around him was different; it gave off power. It was clear as day to everyone in the room, some having looks of contempt, some of desire, and lastly Ciel with a look of disgust that he was in the presence of such a man of great importance. A noble.

Ciel glanced at the man, he found him to be quite the fine man but nevertheless he still didn't like him he pondered why he had come to such a place. Why would a man of such status come to a shitty place like this: a brothel in the red light district of east London in the 'great' city of Greenwich I know why. He didn't want to get caught embracing some dirty whore, in a dirty brothel. I know the type, I despise them to my core men who think they're better than everyone else cocky, smug, overly confident because he happened to be born into a rich household, and can spend daddy's money however he'd like not having to work a day in his life not knowing the struggle to make by to stay alive. It made me feel more sickly than I already was like the dead disease ridden corpse I once was.

Amelia, the owner of the brothel named 'Sugar Rose' approaches the man they talk to for what seems like years to Ciel. Ciel attempts to listen but can't hear over the loud putrid noises of slobbery Lust filled french kisses and moans from the other workers trying to earn their pay to survive. Amelia laughs, probably making one of her silly yet charming jokes to get the nobleman to spend more money. He suddenly laughs revealing a beautiful yet slightly sinister smile. Ciel sits down on one of the cheap leather loveseats and closes his eyes hoping to be transported to another place... a nice, happy, wonderful place. A place where I can live peacefully with Amelia.

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"Welcome to Sugar Rose, what can I do for you good sir?" Amelia says with a wide smile and a flirtatious tone.

The man peers down at Amelia confused, pondering her question she had given him, with her smile full of charm and hidden objectives. What an odd women. The man then chuckles and a somewhat irritated smile comes undone, his stern cold face as he makes eye contact with Amelia, eyes seemingly cutting her into two.

"Well first I'd like some of your finest alcohol to start the night and preferably a nice quiet room to drink it in." Says the tall man attempting to jokingly sound purposefully snobby to slightly tease the woman in front of him.

"Very well sir, some fine alcohol to drink away all your sorrows and a nice quiet room for you to do it In. May I ask for your name, good sir? We vow to keep all clientele information confidential if you're worried about how well we're able to do our humble jobs!" Amelia sayed with a joking tone to match, suddenly becoming a little annoyed with his behavior.

" I apologize if I came off as a bit rude. I'm just not in the best of moods currently. My name is Luther Davenport, may I ask your name if you wish to tell me." He said sincerely with a charming smile that sent shivers up Amelia's spine.

"Mr. Davenport, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Amelia, I'm the owner of 'Sugar Rose'. Now if you would please follow me to one of our finest quietest rooms it's just over here!"
Amelia says, offering the man to follow her.

She begins to walk past the love sofas were some of her male and female workers are entertaining guests, Luther followed close behind before stopping to view what appears to be a boy seemingly barely past age sixteen laying lazaly on a leather sofa drool dripping from his mouth snoring as if he was a man twice his age without a care in the world. The boy's hair was a warm honey brown. It was slightly curled. It meshed beautifully with his rosy cheeks laid across his slightly freckled peachy skin. His lips were a natural pink; they looked soft: kissable, the man felt drawn in by them. Luther stopped his stare and continued Down a long hallway where they reached a doorway with a teal curtain cutting it off from the rest of the hallway, inside the room there's a brown couch and a wooden table. The room was painted in a deep burgundy resembling aged red wine.

"Here we are Mr. Davenport please take a seat and make yourself at home, before I go I'd like to tell you the rules you must follow if you don't want to get kicked out that is! First treat all workers with respect, don't force anyone to do anything they don't want to do, and lastly don't break anything. Us commoners don't have the extra cash spare, lastly Mr. Davenport, what are your preferences in partners? We have all types of workers from male to female brunettes, blonde, short, tall. Tell me what you wish for and I will make it come true!"