You look into my golden orbs. What can you possibly hope to distinguish within my impending facade? You no longer wished to fulfill the contract. I am your companion untill the day I make a fest from your soul. Your soul that remains greedy and selfish of those who have more. But your soul is a lush soul trapped within prison built walls of loneliness. But you desire more. A butler cannot be any higher than his master. You only give the opportunity to strike. To deceive you. But alas you are but a child, your wish is only words of demand and you wished no longer to strive for your contract but for amiability from a fiend such as I. I take pity on you but more or less but I only guilt for I did not anticipate for you to shape to this way. This mold I have created for you collapsed between my fingers, you along with it and your suffering.
YOU ARE READING
an acrimonious servant
Fantasyshort stories on the butler of the trancy estate. Simple and only that. Read at your own convenience. This is simply a place where I can delete my own short stories from my phones notes tbh
