Return of The Maid
Summary: At the Trancy manor, where many secrets lay hidden from wandering eyes. There lies an even dangerous secret beneath it. Some believe it to be treasure, but of course, it doesn’t belong to him. Shall we proceed?
Pairings: Sebastian x Demon!Reader x Claude
Warnings: Violence, thunder storms
Word Count: 4054
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The sky was dark and low with ominous black clouds and the wind picked up, howling, crying, warning, baying like a wolf into the night. The first crack of lightening rent the air and within seconds the rolling boom of the thunder reverberated overhead. Soon the rain fell, slow to start, splattering the sidewalks haphazardly. Then it fell as if from buckets, cascading like a waterfall from the heavens. It pounded on the roof of the Trancy manor as if it were demanding entrance.
The head of the estate watched the drops of rain fall down the glass of one of his many windows.
And he scoffed. “This weather is plain ridiculous. Hannah!!”
The maid that had been hiding in the corner of the room flinched at his voice.
“I despise this rain. Make it stop.”
The maid known as Hannah kept her gaze to the floor but slowly moved it on him.
“But, sir. I have no control over the-”
“Tch. Useless broad.”
He stood up from his chair and turned around. She instantly returned her sight to the floor when he glared at her in despise.
“I don’t want this beastly sound to disrupt my night. I don’t care how or what you do, just make sure it doesn’t! Now go!”
She bowed her head and quickly left the room. Watching with boredom, he sighed and plopped down on his bed, face down into the sheets. Turning his head, he looked out the window and he stared as the dark clouds began to form over his manor.
His eyes narrowed. “There’s a storm coming. Just perfect.”
An anxious sounding tapping rang out into the cool night air. The two pairs of footsteps were completely drowned out by the wind and thunder crackling. The only showing of a presence was the trail of crimson liquid that was dripping beside one of the footsteps.
And through the fog were the outlines of faces that were as pale as the white mist, camouflaging their very existence.
Their pace was matching the pounding of the rain and the boom of thunder, as if they were the very embodiment of the storm. And it was headed in the direction of the Trancy manor.