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

Part 15

  The look on your face, the demon thought, was the look he had been waiting for for a long time. Just the right amount of pain and malice but yet the soul remained so pure and silk like in quality. A human might liken the smell to that of cake. Demons however, did not take part in sweets.

Claude took care of the mans body easily enough, setting it ablaze in a cold hell fire. Cold hellfire was easily controlled so as to not leave any marks on the walls or floor but soon enough the body was ash which the demon quickly cleaned. In fact, you noticed, the room looked cleaner now than when you had first entered.

You felt a heavy weight pulling your eyes closed. "Claude, I...I'm tired. Can we go home?"

The demon chuckled softly, "As you wish my lady." He loaded you into the back of the waiting car and soon enough, you were on your way back to England. While traveling by car wasn't the fastest route you did get to see all the country side you weren't able to see from the confines of the wooden crate.

A little under two days later you pulled into the driveway of the manor. You sighed softly, knowing what this meant. "Master, would you like your tea?" You asked softly as you walked around to the drivers side door. Claude emerged, still in his butler attire which seemed to melt away into his casual clothes. "Yes, then take a bath, and meet me in my quarters. The contract is still in effect."

You bowed softly, shaking slightly, from the memory of the first seal being put into place. You also knew how demons removed seals from their prey. You decided, that if you were to die, that you wanted to look as beautiful as possible for your master.

David greeted you in the halls along with the elder butler, who merely bowed. David hugged you tightly, stating he was going to treat you to cake tomorrow to celebrate your return. You smiled softly and even let out a small laugh, but the younger boy could tell something inside you changed as you walked into your room to prepare for that night.

You added lavender and rose petals to the bath, you washed your body carefully and curled your hair, pinning it back into a waterfall type style. You slipped into a red satin dress that you had bought with your allowance, just a few weeks ago. Foolishly, you hoped this would make your master recognize you as more than a servant. You dabbed perfume on your wrists, and stepped back to look in the mirror.

No longer did a young teenage girl look back at you, but a fully grown woman. You steadied your nerves and left the high heel shoes in your room. Why would you need them? You were walking to your death after all.

You stood outside your Masters room for what felt like centuries before finally knocking softly.

"Come in."

You slowly opened the door to see you Master, sitting in dim light. He was not in his causal clothes any more, but in his Princes attire. You looked at him, and in the dim light of the room the handsome features of his face were outlined, making them more pronounced and sharp looking.

Claude stared at you for several minutes. He hadn't expected you to dress up for the occasion but he did take a minute to admire your features before asking you into the room.

"Do you know why you are here?" He asked softly, gesturing at a chair for you to sit in. You nodded your head softly.

"Good, because this won't be easy to explain. The contract is on your tongue, and well, to be blunt. I've grown fond of your company. So, there are three options. The first of which, you could make a new contract with me, but this is redundant, and I am your Master, not the other way around. The second involves separating the flesh there the contract is, from the rest of the body. the third, involves...a sort of zombification." He said the last part slowly to give you time to process the information.

You weren't going to die? At least, your master didn't want you to? This weight was lifted from your shoulders briefly before you were given your options. You were to limited to cutting off you leg, or being a zombie. "What do you mean zombification?"

Claude raised an eyebrow, surprised that you were seriously considering the zombification. He then reminded himself that not everyone was privy to the ways of the underworld. "Do you remember the process the vermin Italian explained to you?"

You nodded softly. "He was going to cover me in salt and holy water." You mumbled softly and the demon nodded acknowledging your words.

"Yes, you would be starved, and brought to the edge of death, just long enough for the contract to be completed, and because the contract isn't technically completed, we will both be freed of the contract. Are you willing to risk death in order to live without fear?"He smirked softly.

You thought for a moment about the decision. Lose your leg, or risk dying? Did you trust the demon enough to do either of those? For you it was no question. "I will risk death. I want to keep my Master's seal."

The demons smiled and nodded, pleased with your answer. "Then we shall begin. There isn't time to spare. The dress is rather appropriate, you are walking to you funeral after all." He teased before leading you down into the basement, your heart beating the entire way.

To be continued....