Lips curled upwards while eyes narrowed, as the shoes came off. Flying they went, and by flying, I mean soaring. Through the air and covering distance by the second, they landed across the room from a certain butler and young earl.
"Claude my feet hurt!"
The blonde's voice shook the air as a child-like complaint came out of his mouth. The boy was almost 14, so why you may ask was he acting like a 5 year-old? Well, there's only one logical answer. The child-like tone apparent in the voice was so normal, you couldn't expect anything else. In fact, if he were not to use it, it may cause a certain degree of worry. It was because of who it was.
Alois Trancy, her Majesty's spider, and young earl of the Trancy estate. A boy who had wits as sharp as a detective, yet since he avoided putting them to use, was treated as a simple naïve child. But, this was not the only reason for his horrible standing in the Underworld. Being who he was, and combined with his somewhat twisted personality didn't land well with the other royal upstandings of New England.
"I'm sorry, Master."
Came the reply of the other standing beside him. You may think to yourself that this answer was somewhat short-lived. You are correct. But, what else could he have said? For a demon like Claude Faustus, looking after a young human boy whom had a somewhat messed up background was not an easy life-style.
He may have gotten used to it after years of putting up with him, but one time or another he had been so fed up with this blonde menace that the thought of totally breaking off the contract slid into the back of his mind.
If that was even possible.
Yet, being at the brink of starvation makes you really think about your next meal, and so Claude was holding onto that small spider's thread that putting up with this little charade would at least bring him a somewhat tasty meal.
And at the same time, Alois clung to his butler. Not because he couldn't barely dress himself on his own, but more because he needed someone to hold on to.
The small lad also had felt like he had been through nothing less than a perfect hell on earth. Not just when he lived in the village of his childhood, and with the old pervert, but right now. Every time the memory of being penetrated by a grown-up, someone children are taught to trust in, entered his head, the miserable feeling of fear floods into his very being.
Yet, nobody in this world is quite 'forever lost'. There's always a special something that can make the bad memories run, the darkness hide, and the fear shroud away. Or rather someone. In this case, the certain someone is known far and wide in England, and is not just a random face you would see everyday.
The special someone of this young blonde was halfway across town, seated in a comfy looking chair, with a cup of tea hanging from his fingers.
Now who could this be?