The Touch of Demise │18+

01: Her Name Was Grace

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄

𝐻er name was Grace.

Her eyes were large and wide. They were dark brown, but in the sunlight, turned caramel. Her eyes held greatness in them, but a weariness that no one could ignore. She looked at others with kindness and respect, though the same couldn't be said for her.

She was physically petite. She was much shorter than most lycanthropes and weighed far less. She was nimble and small and could be hurt simply from a lycan running into her. She was curvy, however. Her hips were wide and her ass was plump. Her chest was well-developed for her stature. She was, by all means, a curvy young woman.

Her hair was long, dark, and curly. The tips of her locks ended at her hips, framing her delicate form. Sometimes, when she was particularly nervous, she could hide behind a curtain of her locks.

Her emotional nature mirrored her physical appearance; noninvasive and meek. She was a benevolent woman with a sweet nature. She wasn't violent. She wasn't angry...she was just...there.

No one feared her. No one bullied her. People barely regarded her presence.

The lycan world was separated into equal fourths, each section being ruled by an Alpha Primus. Every Primus had a Beta Secundus. Below the Secondus were Gamma Tertiums who were the enforcers of their Primus's wishes.

Inferior to Tertiums were Delta Quartus. Quartus were the Alpha's of regional packs that oversee the orders of the Primus. They were considered the Lords of their designated territory. Every Quartus had an Epsilon Quintus who was secondhand to their Quartus.

And finally, below the superior ranks, were pack members.

Grace was not of rank. She was not born into power. Her parents died two years ago, leaving Grace and her brother alone.

She was a chosen; a female lycanthrope that offered themselves to any Primus who wanted them. It was an honorable occupation that paid well. Pleasing an Alpha Primus was the greatest thing any average lycan could accomplish.

She was placed into Land of Demise. She never went to his chambers; she was never asked. One day she might be beckoned, but until that happened, she worked as a palace servant.

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He lived here.

Demise. The Alpha Primus. The King of this land. A King of the world. He lived where she worked. She cleaned what he and his company messed up.

Admittedly, he didn't make much of a mess. She had never seen him, never heard him, never smelled him. The only reason she knew he was here was because the head maid had told her when she first started.

There were rules she had to abide by as a servant. The first, she had to wear a black, traditional dress that went to her knees. She was never allowed to wear anything else when working. Second, she was not to tell anyone of anything that happened in the palace. And the third, arguably the most important, never ever go to the basement.

She obeyed to the rules. She couldn't lose this job.

"Grace?"

The young woman looked up from the silver she was polishing. "Yes, Ms. Moldova?"

"Primus Demise is hosting guests this evening in the showing room. Would you please make sure it's acceptable?"

"Yes, ma'am."

The older woman smiled before leaving Grace alone to finish her duties. Once she was finished with the silverware, she went immediately to the showing room.