"My lady?", spoke a deep voice, laced with a British accent. There was a knock on a wooden door; carved in it were flower and petal decorations, with ribbons. When the door gently pushed inwards, the butler who had spoken, took a step in, bringing in a cart. On the cart was a bowl of oatmeal grazed with chopped walnuts and dates. Next to it was a hot cup of lily tea, and a plate with macaroons dipped in chocolate. The butler pushed the cart until it was next to the elegant and grand bed, and then he pulled open the wine-colored curtains open. The sun seemed to burst into the room as the woman in the bed snuck under the covers, groaning loudly in protest. The butler pulled the covers away, smiling slightly, taking light pleasure in seeing his master tumble and turn before finally sitting up.

'Dimitri Buroughstein, age 29. Born on November 21st 1987, at 12:32 pm. That would make her a double Scorpio. Owner of the Wings & Sky Co., she was able to gain a promising place in the perfume business. Despite all that….', thought the butler, before smiling at Dimitri. He reached out to grab her outfit for the day, and then he stood before her, taking the nightgown she was wearing. 'She is not a woman who was made for the day.'

"Ah….why does the sun have to be so bright? It makes me nauseous and weak. I feel like throwing up every time I find myself in it.", Dimitri groaned, before raising her arms up. The butler took a size 39 D bra and placed it on her, before glancing at the mark on her chest. It was there, big and dark, right above and between her breasts. The sign of their contract. "My Lady I would take it down if I could, unfortunately it seems most humans would prefer it to remain anyways.", the butler spoke, before placing a silk shirt on her, and lining up the button holes with the buttons.

"Hey…..Alfred, tell me, what's the plan for today?", the dark-haired woman asked, pushing her bangs to the side. Her green eyes shifted down towards the tall pale man as she stood up in order to allow him to slip a pair of panties on her small hips. Alfred looked up at his master with brown glazed eyes, before he reached for a pair of pantyhose. He pushed his long blond bangs towards the sides of his face before he kneeled down before the woman. "Well you have a meeting at 3:00pm with Sir Wilker about advertising changes…..then there is the license renewal you must take care of…..finally you have your posture lessons today.", he said in a stoic voice, as he slipped the nylon material on her thin and long legs.

Demitri glanced towards a nearby clock; it was 6:05 am, and the day would start at seven. Next came the skirt, a royal blue skirt with gold buttons that had her family crest marked in each button. Alfred rose up as the skirt rose up her inverted triangle shaped body. Once it was at her waist, he buttoned the side before reached for a pair of white gloves. "Ah there is also one more matter you must take care of….", Alfred said, widening his lips into a devious smile. Beneath that smile, his fangs were clearly visible. "Sir Andrew will be visiting today."

Hearing those words, Demitri's green eyes widened and her plump lips curled into a thin frown. Around her, the once bright room became suddenly dark. "Eh? So….my little brother is coming to visit today huh? What a nuisance." By now Demitri had on a pair of chiffon gloves, and Alfred was reaching for a coat that matched the skirt. He placed it on the 5'9" tall woman, and then he reached for a dark blue ribbon and pulled her medium length hair into a ponytail. He was able to catch a glance at the tattoo on her neck. Against his master, Alfred was three inches taller, slender, and with a very handsome appearance. Now was the time to head out to start the day.

The butler and master headed out of her room once the food was eaten, and Demitri headed for her office. She opened the door to a dark room, filled with over a thousand books, and one younger brother. He had the tendency to show up whenever he wanted. When Demitri walked in, she forced a soft smile and walked towards her younger brother before he sprang up and hugged her tightly. She stood there frozen, with a disturbed look on her face.

"One-chan! You're back from your trip in Rome~! A-Ah what's this?", Andrew shrieked, before he reached out to squeeze his older sister's breasts. Demitri stood there, with her face red, and her arms out in surprise. Alfred simply stood behind them, chuckling noiselessly. "Nee-chan's breasts got even bigger, wow! It must be that italian cuisine.", he said, before he was knocked out by his older sister.

"Andrew….do you have any business with me today?", asked Demitri, with her fist shaking in anger. After a few seconds, her tensed face became relaxed and Andrew stood back up, dusting his coat off. "Why yes I do, but before that-", Andrew stopped, turning towards the butler. He pointed his finger at the taller man before his face turned red. "I want to know why he gets to see you naked but I can't even show you a little affection!" Andrew rushed towards Alfred and pointed his finger on his chest. "Always with that stoic expression, hmph I wouldn't be surprised if he was gay!"

Demitri turned towards the two men and simply sighed. She pushed her bangs aside once more and then placed her hands on her hips. "Because he doesn't gawk at me, and besides he's too good in bed to be gay-", she said, winking at them both. "Isn't that right Alfred?" Andrew gasped loudly turning at his sister. Alfred simply nodded and then placed his hand on his chest. "I merely do my best my lady."

"Now, onto the business, what's going on Andrew?", the head of the household asked, turning towards her younger brother. The blond man pushed his glasses up before wrinkling his button nose up. "You have a meeting with Sir Wilker today don't you One-chan? I don't want to alarm you but….he's been murdered." His blue eyes narrowed, and he placed his hands into his corduroy pants. He pulled out a sealed envelope and handed it to his older sister. Demitri took the letter and grabbed a envelope opening knife. She stabbed the letter carefully and then pulled out the egg-colored letter. She glanced down at it and read it before looking up at Alfred.

"I see…..thank you Andrew. If you don't mind I have a busy day. You are welcome to stay but I ask that you keep to yourself until I am no longer busy.", she said in a monotone voice before she walked past him and out the room. Alfred followed along, not before nodding courtesly at Andrew. 'This freckled-faced man is the younger brother of my master. He is a bother both to her and to I. He may seem rather foolish but he's rather perceptive of things. He was the first to greet Lady Buroughstein when she returned back, freshly cursed with our contract. He was quick to ask about who I was and why she was suddenly covering her chest. I don't care for him one bit.'

When the two walked out the room, Andrew crossed his arms and took a seat in his sister's large brown chair. He placed his fist under his chin and sighed. "Nee-chan…..you're so cool but….I wish you didn't push me off emotionally. Even guys need love too." Andrew sighed and closed his eyes, recalling the time they were children. Demitri and him would play house often and even doctor (though when she became thirteen she no longer wanted to play that game). She would carry him in her arms and spoil him. Ever since their mother died, Demitri had taken the role of mother and took care of them properly. Now she was a grown woman with a successful business and an air of mystery around her.

After reading the letter, Demitri crumbled it up in her hand and made her way towards the tea room. Inside, she threw it into the fireplace and watched it burn. "Are you going to do something about Sir Wilker's death my lady?", asked Alfred, standing right behind her. He was wearing a sheep's wool suit with a gold pin on the left side of his coat. The pin clearly told all that he was the head butler of the household. Demitri turned towards Alfred and smirked a bit. "Don't be stupid. Unless the Queen herself asks me to I will not look into the affair. I didn't crawl from the depths of hell to waste my time on petty affairs.", she said, turning her head back towards the demon. "Though you of all people should know. After all, you were witness to that day."

Alfred glanced at the woman before him before nodding. His eyes burned into a deep red, and his smirk from before returned. "Oh but I know too well. When I consume your soul at the end of this journey, I will taste the bitter fruits of your suffering my lady."