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

Revenge (pt 2.) -Part 14

  It all felt so strange. New clothes, a new contract, a new role in the Faustian manor, at least for the time being. Your dress swayed softly around your ankles in the night air. "My Lady, I have a lead that says your parents are leaving Italy tomorrow, and they have an Assassin looking for you."

"I figured as much." You looked down at the man you had just finished torturing. Claude had already devoured the soul, a disgusted look on his face.

"Souls like these are tasteless and hard to swallow. Worthless quality." He growled softly and wiped the blood from his lips.

"I wouldn't know." You frowned softly, looking around the alley way. "Do we know where my parents are trying to flee to?"

"They are heading north, to France." He adjusted his glasses, moon light glinting off of the small, square frames.

"And what of the assassin?" You asked softly, keeping your voice down as people passed the alley way. Drunkards were heading home this time of night and as a general rule they avoided dark alleys.

"Well, he'll be burning in hell for eternity, as the Christians say." He smirked softly and cast a glance lazily over the assassins now dead corpse. Spiders descended in the thousands onto the body, slowly chipping away at the flesh. Minutes later the demon scorched the bones into dust, setting fire to the remains. "Leave no evidence, yes?" You nodded softly. The spiders didn't bother you, but something like that, you would rather not see again.

"So now we must find them. How do we go about doing that?" You looked at the butler, who was now kneeling in from of you with a wide smirk on his face.

"Excellent question my lady, but what kind of butler would I be if I could not do such a simple task for my you?"

"So you've already located them?" You asked, a little weary of the demons abilities.

"Of course." He held up a small spider on the end of his pointer finger. "The common house spider. They number in the millions. Useful for eating unwanted bugs, controlling other bug populations, and surveillance, if need be." He chuckled softly. "They are currently resting for the night at a motel, about 20 miles from here."

"I see. Shall we?" You asked and held out your hand for the butler, helping him to stand. Instead he kissed your palm and held your hand softly, rising to his feet. "We shall."


Getting to the motel was not an issue, and according to the hotel clerk they had rented room 16B. This motel was not the fanciest, nor was it very clean and up to date. You wondered why your parents would stay here of all places when they clearly could afford better accommodations. You stood outside the door for several minutes listening to the conversation taking place inside.
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"Do you think that guy will take care of her?" A feminine voice came from inside. She certainly didn't bother keeping her voice down as she discussed the essentials of her day with your father, which was the male voice that responded.

"Of course he did, I knew him back in college. I wouldn't trust anyone else to finish off that damn brat."

"Don't talk so loudly these wall are paper thin!" She scolded.

"Who would hear me?" He asked.

"The man she was auctioned off to. The call said he was one of the more powerful men in Britain." She whispered softly.

"Don't tell me you believe that shit Jan!" He raised his voice a bit.

"Real or not." She defended herself. "It's still good to air on the side of caution until we receive word that the job is finished."

"Whatever, I'm going for a smoke."
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He growled softly, but when he opened the door he screamed and fell backward. You stood in the door way, face as cold as stone. Claude stood behind you, a soft yet sinister smile on his face.

"Who the hell are you?" The male who was your father growled and stood up from the floor. You turned to look at your mother, who recognized you instantly.

"You, you're alive??" The female gasped in astonishment.

"I am, and I have a name-.." You began until your so called father interrupted.

"I don't give a damn what you have to say, you were supposed to disappear forever into some sex trade or slavery auction." He growled. "What the hell are you doing here?"

You stepped in calmly. "My name is Caspia."

"I don't care what your damn name is or was!" He pulled a pistol from his pocket. "I'll make sure you disappear for good!" He fired several shots, and the lights blacked out. "What the-?!"

A soft and slow, yet dark chuckle echoed in the darkness of the room "Such a lovely evening. wouldn't you agree My Lady?" A singular lamp flickered to life in the corner, giving off enough light to cast a glow on the demon. The demons tongue unfurled, dropping the empty bullets to the floor before licking his finger tips. "Mm. The taste of metal. Reminds one of blood, doesn't it?" He chuckled once more and your mother screamed.

Claude growled darkly at the noise, "Claude, please do something about that racket."

A dark, malicious growl echoed softly. "Yes, My Lady." He launched himself at the mother, and her screams were muffled as she was dragged into the darkness of the room.

You stood in front of your father, pulling out your own small pistol you purchased not thirty minutes prior. You aimed the weapon between your fathers eyes.

"I hope you realize, by now, you won't be surviving this. To have given up your child to a demons sex auction, you are worse than any demon to have walked this earth." You smiled. A smile as dark and twisted as the demon currently devouring your mother. "I love you Daddy." The shot rang out, and within moments, the only memories of the man that was your father, were locked away in the matter on the wall.

You turned to face the demon, who was now sitting on the rather shabby bed, fixing his hair. The rest of the bedroom was spotless now, save the man on the floor.

To be continued....