Hello everyone. As is the way with life, I decided to re-write one of my fan-fictions as the quality of said fan-fiction was not up to par. Regardless, it is none too deficient and this time I am aiming to please. Last time I was trying to be the most efficient author available without taking time to do so, this time however. I will try to be great, but not perfect, because perfection is a goal that always changes. You can chase it, but never catch.

Prologue:

19th Century, Trancy Manor, England

Repulsive, absurd, morally insane. Those were the only three things that could describe Alois Trancy, a boy who was scarred by his past, it was irrelevant. All Claude cared about was the soul he would devour, he imagined the taste… sweet, and succulent, with a bit of juicy flames that would bite back in resistance, only to succumb to his absolute superiority, he shuddered and closed his eyes and let out a pleased sigh, Trancy would make one hell of a feast.

Enough fantasizing. It is time for work…

Meanwhile, in the room of Alois Trancy, the largest in the household, the young earl lay with his stomach flat against the bed and he flipped to the next page of his book, a horror book, it had just recently been dusted but the musty scent was still ever so present. It was about some sort of serial killer who went around murdering individuals without remorse. It was the only genre that actually interested him. This books pages were yellowed and frayed, with a coffee stain present through about half of the story, it gradually got smaller and only the last seventy-three pages were free of the corruption. He had received the book from a man known quite simply as the undertaker, he was strange and his eyes were obscured by his gray hair, he shrugged away the thoughts and continued reading. "The worst part…" The boy mumbled quietly and his expression darkened, he swept his hand across the surface of the bed and swished the book away. "Worthless." He stated, but only because the psychopath died at the end and everyone else was happy and pitied him because he redeemed himself and that entire sort, such rubbish.

"Claude!" Alois shouted and he could heard his voice as it echoed throughout the house… he waited for what felt like hours to get a reply from his cynical and obnoxious butler who had terrifying but equally greed-inciting eyes. Perhaps it was some sort of primitive reaction to say; MINE, whenever an individual of this species saw something shiny.

"CLAUDE!" Alois shouted even louder, he could feel himself growing ever more impatient by the second.

"Yes… your highness?" Claude asked, he stepped in through his master's door, and it made a slight creak as it did.

"You forgot to oil the door." Alois stated, and then sat up from his bed, he noticed his butler's eyes travel the room in an instant, a single flicker of the eyes was all it took for the demon.

"A book?" Claude almost sounded surprised.

"No." Alois stated and smiled over-happily. It was all an act, an act to grant the image to his self and others that he seemed less unhappy and annoyed with the endeavors that god and all those holy things threw at him. He felt like not even god loved him… and that was when he stopped smiling. "Dress me." He ordered Claude; his voice was now cold, and filled with contempt.

I'll kill him for you Luka.

"Yes, your highness." Claude stated, and Alois stared into the cold yet apathetic eyes of his butler. Golden void. They made Alois shudder in disgust, it was like his eyes held the suffering of thousands.

Alois waited as Claude dressed him, but then undid his shirt in a futile attempt to usurp Claude's seemingly excessive amounts of patience. "Aw, annoyed now?" He taunted with a chuckle.

"No." The butler responded and because of this, the young earl wondered why Claude was so… empty, Alois was beginning to doubt that selling his soul to this demon was the right decision, however… he would continue to act like he was completely reliant on Claude… for now. He let out a somewhat depressed sigh, as Claude simply redid his buttons on the white dress shirt, without a second thought.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Excessively loud… all very annoying, I wonder who that could be… this early in the morning.

"Excuse me." Claude stated with a bow of his head and walked out.

When he left… Alois started giggling, and rolled, digging his face into the covers of the bed, he could now have whatever he wanted, which was what he wanted… but not only that, he could claim his revenge on the man who killed his little brother.