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'Honestly? I had never met this girl until around ten minutes ago! You believe that we are pulling a prank now? I know that I would never reveal my identity unless put under extreme pressure to do so and I believe the same of Miss Faustus here!' My anger began to boil as my crimson eyes stared...

Harmony looked down, clenching her hands into fists, her contract barely showing from under her fingerless, fishnet gloves. Her eyes flashed a brief pink in anger before she turned back to face Ebony.

Mey-rin *bows* You are from the Phantomhive manor, correct?

Harmony gave a small smile 'Rather like the Phantomhive boy, then.' She looked down before speaking again. 'Do you ever wonder if we'll have to have contracts... If we'll have to be some stupid human's servant one day just to get a meal...'

'I... I am afraid I do not know much. Obviously a similar sort of job to the one with Phantomhive... That was the time when I heard the name Faustus, so I am sure you will have heard the name. After all, I know very well about the Trancy incident...'

'I agree, although that may cause more trouble' The demon smiled as she looked down at the marking on her hand, how little things cause such trouble..

The younger demon looked down and gave a small smirk. 'You do seem to be fitting in rather well, Miss Faustus...' She brushed her hair away from her eyes again before looking up. 'Do you know why exactly we are required to be here?'

'Ahh, that is why they accused me of pretending I was a demon. It is not all that foolish, of course, they would never believe anything like that. Humans can be unbelievably dense...'

'Ah... My father said that he had... passed away though. But I am not in a position to question, I myself know how inexplicable the demon world can be... So, I believe that we are here for the same reasons, being falsely accused of wearing nail polish and contact lenses, being forced to remove...

'I agree. I believe that he is well, engaged in a contract though. And how is yours?' (I am sorry, but I must depart, I have to attend a Japanese class, I shall be online to converse with you later (lol Sebby mode))

Harmony's crimson eyes hit the golden eyes of the other girl. 'Faustus' She said softly, smiling. She looked between their hands, both had Faustian contract seals and long, black nails. There was no doubt about it. She straightened up her jacket in a vague attempt to look presentable. 'I...

Blowing the flames of the candlestick, the corridor became dark once again. Claude decided to return to the kitchen and prepare for tomorrow, after all demons hardly slept, and if they did it was only for an hour or two.

Claude gave a small nod before wiping the tears away from his masters' eyes using the handkerchief from his top pocket. After tucking Alois into bed, he picked up the candlestick, gave a small bow and left the room. What could be wrong with him now...

'I..Is everything okay, sir?' Claude asked, knowing that Alois hated being quizzed, but also hated his emotions being ignored. He quickly removed his master's shirt, swapping it for another, lighter, almost 'floatier' one that he used for his bed clothes.

'Of course, my lady. Today's breakfast is poached salmon, mint salad, with sides of scones and toast. I hope that it is to your liking.' Cyrus adjusted his glasses a little while still standing in a spot near to his mistress' bed, not too close yet not too far away, as always.

He bowed his head slightly, attempting to work more quickly than before. 'Of course, your highness.'

'You seemed different, my lord. I am sorry for asking.' When his eyes met Claude's, he looked away, knowing he hated eye contact with him. He quickly cleaned his glasses again before proceeding to unbuttoning his master's shirt.

Okay, now his odd behavior was distracting me... Not in a sense of love, I could never love a brat like him... No, just that he was distracting me from my work is all... 'Your highness, is everything okay?' I asked while unbuttoning his waistcoat.

Ignoring the change in the way his master was acting, Claude proceeded as normal... 'Very well, sir. Now, if you shall, I will get you ready for bed as usual.' He made his way over to Alois' bed, hoping that he wasn't in the mindset that Claude thought he was in. He cannot love me... How...

(Good day, Miss Gasai) 'Your highness, are you ready for bed now?'