アニーの遺産

If there's one thing that I would say I could do without in my existence, it would be these useless servants.

Bard the cook never does the cooking.

Finnian the gardener is ironically not a good gardener.

And Meylene the maid...

You can already guess now can you?

These humans only seem to make my existence a lot harder than need be. But I sense I won't die anytime soon so I just about have the rest of my life to rely on for better days. With the amount of time I have been alive, I doubt they will be here much longer. Soon my contract will be done, and I will be on the prowl for a new soul.

Such tainted ones as my Young Master...

I lick my lips in slight anticipation. I smell his scent almost everyday... its an intoxicating scent. One that shows how truly tainted, and damaged he is. So delicious. So...

I snap out of my thoughts when I pass one of the servants doors. The scent killing all thoughts of my Young Master immediately. Now this entity is a whole other story entirely. Annie Underling... such a strange creature... very strange indeed.

She does rather well at her job. Doesn't leave a mess. The servants like her. Strong. And just so happens to be a loose relative of one of the most rumored Ancients alive. Imogen Wells. If I heard the story correctly, Annie has a bit of Imogen inside of her. Just what is she? The word Phoelmogen is new to me. Her whole existence is new to me.

I often find myself thinking about her... such curiosity strikes within me when I think about her. How old is she? Doesn't matter. I pass her door, quickly. Trying not to breath in her scent. Its almost as if it burns me... but its addicting. I made the mistake of allowing myself to drink her blood...

It was so... palatable. But there seems to be a blank in my mind after I swallow. What happened for me to end up in a bathtub full of ice water with her on top of me in that barely an outfit (I take full credit for that. No shame. I am a demon after all...) is completely beyond me. After recalling what she did to that man who sold Young Masters India branch...

He was convulsing furiously on the floor. His skin bubbling almost, and his eyes bled. Screaming loudly, his limbs scratched at his body. Forcing out something that made him this way. She only stared at him... it was obvious her goal was to kill him. I only covered her eyes with my palm, and pulled her back.

But soon she slipped out of my grip, and made way for the convulsing body... how dangerous Feral was. She even destroyed armies... killed Reapers... she could kill me. I smirked at the idea. That day would certainly be interesting.

I knock on my masters door, I know the boy isn't inside. However, I didn't expect him to take one of the servants with him. I open the door, and sigh at his absence. Annie's scent is mixing in with the old scent of my master's. Her smell always over powers everyone else's. Its a bit of a distraction really. I look down at the floor, the whole office is a mess, but my eyes lock onto something that doesn't seem to belong here...

I bend down, to pick up a small chain with a locket. It isn't Young Master's. He only has that ring he is so possessive of. I should know. I'm his butler.

I narrow my eyes at it, frowning a bit. Then I sniff it. No doubt now.

Its hers.