The Blackest Market (Claude F. x Servant! Reader)

Reforming the Contract- Part 13

  "Was that her dear? Are you sure? She looked like her, but.."

"I'm sure it was her. The eyes were the same. I could never forget her eyes."

The two adults sat in their hotel room, contemplating the events of that evening. A teenager or young adult female had ruined their lunch and flipped their table. "The baby wasn't hurt right? She was able to get away before we could stop her."

Thank fully the restaurant owner paid for the food that had been destroyed. They were both bewildered at first, but they finally realized who it was that had knocked over their table, but how could they tell the authorities that you had been missing for months. After the fake search had ended, they were relieved and were finally able to live the life they had been yearning for since she had turned five.

"But how did she end up in Italy?"

"I suppose it's possible someone at that auction bought her and let her go but, We were told she wouldn't see the light of day ever again! We need to speak to someone about getting more money. They promised she wouldn't be seen by the public."

"I'll call someone."
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Meanwhile, back at the hotel, your long brown hair been dyed black and given extra tight curls. Your battered servants uniform was replaced with a black and white silk dress. Golden jewelry was placed around you neck, wrists and were adorning you hair as well. You're skin was sensitive to the silver. Claude stood back to look at you as you admired yourself in the mirror. This was a new you. An image that you would never have believed possible.

"You look ravishing. Just remember, this is only temporary." The demon added one final touch to the look. The Faustian seal on your tongue.

The contract you formed was an abnormal one. In order for Claude to follow you as a master, his original seal had to be over ridden. The seal on your upper thigh had faded slightly, a sign that it was null for the time being. A new contract was formed so that, upon the completion of the contract, Claude would only take half of your soul, and you would live out the rest of your life as a halfling. Half demon, half something else. The something else however was subject to whatever mystical creatures happened to be around at the time. Demons weren't the only supernatural creatures to exist after all, but as you were born human, you could not be reborn a demon with half a human soul while you were still essentially alive.

"Yes." You nodded softly. It felt strange, not having to follow every sentence with the word Master. It also felt strange that your Master was now addressing you as 'My Lady' although you did like it to some extent.

Claude was now back in a butler's uniform and dusting himself off. It had been some time since he had worn it, and it felt a bit stiff.
"So my lady, how exactly would you like to get revenge on your former parents?" He smirked softly, golden hues glinted from behind his square frames.

"My parents...I want them to suffer, and the baby. It doesn't exist, and never will. Do you understand?" A hatred built behind your eyes.

"Absolutely my lady." He smirked and knelt, placing one hand over his chest in a low bow.

Night fell, and you both set out in search of your parents. Following leads from the cafe you made your way deep into central Italy.