Woo, another thing to try and remove this stupid writers block. Yeah, I wrote this at 2:30 AM, problem? In all seriousness, I need to get back in character with Alois and get this writers block out of my poor head.
"Your highness it is time to wake up." The blond in question rolled over onto his side then onto a sitting position on the bed with ease. The light from the window was bringing a sense of warmness onto his back as his butler moved around the edge of the bed to dress him.
Ah yes, there was almost nothing more pleasing than getting the attention of Claude, his butler, note the almost.
As Claude was buttoning up his shirt to prepare for his usual dark green vest and a darkened maroon coat, Alois gave a pleased sigh as he unbuttoned the first three buttons; causing the demon in question to give a rather annoyed look as he went and redid them. The blond gave a smile of approval at this response.
Anyone would say it; Alois was an attention seeker to them. Nothing more than a strange boy who most likely didn't even deserve the things he had.
He very well did deserve every single pleasure bestowed upon him. In fact, he deserved maybe even more. What good would that do him though? All he had was himself. Claude didn't count; Alois knew that when this little promise was finished on his end, he would leave the blond forever. As his coat was slipped onto his shoulders the boy couldn't help but laugh. Such silly thoughts, Claude would never leave him!
Looking up at said butler, he knew otherwise. This was all just a contract, a simple symbol on his tongue that was the only reason why Claude dared even look at him. This instilled a certain emotion, and Alois moved his steps only just a bit closer to Claude's. He wasn't going to be left alone; he wouldn't let himself be left alone. Alone was the last thing he wanted.
He was alone from the beginning. No matter how he looked at it; he was alone. Alone and trapped inside a room with a spider who only wants to kill you. Was that all he was to Claude? Just a simple being whose soul could be devoured mercilessly and be gone then disposed of like absolute trash? Claude would never do anything like that. Claude was Alois' only friend.
If you could even call him that.
It was foolish, to think of him as a friend; he was a demon; the monster that mothers warn their children about before bed, the one's that come and take what you love most. And they did. They came in and swiped everything the palm of his hands so easily, it was like water spilling; within an instant everything was gone and the only thing left was an empty shell. Maybe that's why he craved the attention of this demon.
He was nothing but an empty shell.
It was rather amusing, seeing Claude look up even for a split second was like Christmas. That unchanging, serious look that rarely spoke words and just bored into you like a bullet was a blessing. It was selfish of him, really, to go and purposefully beg for attention from someone who could care less. Did Claude even care? The nagging young fool in his head said yes while it was obviously no. These feelings of fake affection were the only thing's making him happy. He'd lost everything he loved to some monster.
This was all just Claude's game. Just something he was doing until the time came where he would forever kill the blond. He could care less though; it wasn't like much of him was left.
Giving a cheerful laugh Alois danced around the dining room's floor, his heels, making clopping noises as soon as they collided with the ground.
All he could for now was just that.