*slap* "You piece of shit!", It hurts it seriously does... but all I can do for now is endure..."You vile succubus, even your name smells derogatory..." The piece of shit in the background mooing like a cow in heat is my honorable master, I admit being sardonic in the description but pardon me It was necessary from my upbringing not to show any scent of dissatisfaction as a maid. "What is with that vacant gaze of yours?", "Forgive my recklessness" I muttered to this scatter-brained fool while boiling a new cup of tea, hierarchically this man was just assigned by Jorgen to be an errand-boy, settling the tedious arrangements of a demon king including the speeches, breaking deals, and all of the sorts. But one thing history has proven repeatedly is that those in power don't necessarily have the competency for their duties but are rather elevated or completely dependent on the resourcefulness of their underlings. *klick klop Klik klop* the sound of the chariots arriving from the castle gates announcing the arrival of the master. At once the latter smugness on the face of my master was wiped clean and replaced with a dignified expression of a loyalist, honestly, that is his only forte, while rushing with careless abandon putting on a show of diligence he bellowed at the maids and servicemen to get things in order, rushing to the carriage to welcome the King. Opening the door of the carriage and giving a perfect bow he asked the Lord "How was your trip to the elf Kingdom Lord?", "*sigh*, Mordick, my body is riddled with injuries and you still ask these irrelevant questions do you perhaps wish to jest your master?" "Not a..at..at all how could I have detected any weakness from my master given your presence is still undoubtedly dominating", mmm yes when flattering Lord Jorgen he still has the face of a perverted stallion..."Quick make arrangements for the Lord in his recovery pool" Master continued entertaining the Lord with gossips and flattery while ushering him inside, The recovery pool consisted of many healing treasures gathered in the demon realm all extracted and their essence forming a healing river or pool. Currently, Lord Jorgen is at least one of the most powerful demon kings, not an emperor at least but attaining this rank at a young age of three hundred is an astounding feat, many demon kings inferior to master pale in comparison to him even the strongest demon king Ashuala is over 500 years old. "psst...hey" It must be one of the guards who desire me to spend the night however don't misunderstand if they offered at least 200 gold coins I would whole-heartedly comply but all they could afford were rusted bronze coins mostly gotten by duels and gambling. "Hey...Let's cut a deal" while turning back to rebuke him, It was then I discovered, black hair, slightly red eyes, and giving off the gait of one who had gone through the vicissitudes of life, my succubus intuition told me this man was dangerous, at least on par with Jorgen. "What do you say if you could sell information to me about this castle?" I was still mesmerized by his vibe before snapping back into reality because of his stunning question "pardon me? come again?", "Don't hesitate I will pay you over a thousand gold coins if you could sell me the map of this castle". "Meet me here on the eleventh hour of the night...goodbye" the mysterious youth just vanished...I couldn't even read an inkling of magical disturbance in the area or proof he teleported, 'strong' I frowned..this wasn't like me, to be easily goaded to put my life on the line It was not seriously like me unless...shaking my head repeatedly I rejected that possibility, as a succubus I would at least have an idea if my emotions were being manipulated but my bloodline gave no indications of any sort...while discussing and haggling for a long time we finally decided on a thousand five hundred gold coins.
Night approached and the youth arrived at the agreed destination a tad bit late, this shows he has some experience or some anxiety over being ambushed. Exchanging packages and then leaving smoothly was meant to be the plan but the youth treated me to exotic tastes while munching on his heavenly cuisine I began lamenting my predicament. The mysterious youth would just nod or reply to "I understand", but still my mouth kept telling my secrets was I drunk perhaps? and then I blacked out from exhaustion. The next day, when I woke up at once I immediately recounted the events of last night while shivering in fear, putting aside the origins of this youth or his motives I quickly made my way back to the castle when a gruesome scene met my sight...Bodies and limbs were strewn left and right like it was an abattoir, the bodies were not decayed yet and the blood was still fresh to some extent...racing to the inner chambers my gaze met with the gruesome decapitated head of my despicable master, putting that aside. What of the Lord? , wait the door to the chamber containing the healing pool was broken..." I..m..possi.." my mouth muttered, an ominous feeling gripped my heart, to confirm my doubts Lord Jorgen decapitated head and his body at different locations..."Missus Veronica what brings you here?." A chilling voice grated my ears that almost left me staggering "Are you perhaps on a tour like me?" "We had a perfect heart to heart last night" "Why aren't you responding?"..."Did you..were you responsible for..."..."Who are.." I was so shocked I pissed myself and, could not even construct a proper sentence..."hehhhehehheee" "I..I...I" "Relax you are overreacting remember our pact last night...?" the youth smiled but what pact was he talking?-, I quickly inspected my soul only feeling impromptu dizziness forcing the remaining fuzzy memories to resurface again..."I could relieve you of your pain and put you on a high pedestal..." "How high?" "So high even demon emperors will be seeking your attention with flattery"..."At what price?..", "Veronica Zolas pledge your soul to me and I swear on the devious foundation of which hell was built I will fulfill my end of the bargain.." So that was what happened...after grasping the present situation I recollected myself... and did the necessary performing a bow I gave my perfunctory to my new master. "Rise Veronica you are my first subject and thus will hold a special place in my heart," My new master said half-heartedly while sipping red wine, but I felt kind joyful, It has been long since my existence as a succubus has been acknowledged, giving another reassurance I declared once more "Through thick and thin I would always stick by your side master" *pffftttttt* For unknown reasons master spat out the wine he was drinking flashing an embarrassed smile, so even he has this side of him. Most importantly what may I address master by "Oh, you are right" while giving a light exclamation master scribbled some characters in the air which I read "Br..ad..que" "Bradque" "Bradque" repeatedly calling his name I made sure to engrain his name into my heart.