By Fang Wolfsbane

"Mornin' kids, time to wake up!"

Aspasia had felt the urge to kill various times before in her life, being a demon, it naturally came with the DNA, but never once had she thought that she'd want to murder the offspring of a demon that was renowned in both their and the human world. She was hastily changing her mind.

The sun had probably not been in the sky for more than an hour when the quarter demon-human hybrid barged into her and her brother's room with a bucket of water and something she could only assume to be a spear that had lost its use, hence the strange spaghetti octopus on the one end.

"You two get cleaning duty today," Nero practically grinned from ear to ear. She narrowed her eyes at him. If she and Ares weren't trying to get in his uncle's good graces, she would have personally torn him limb from limb by now.

"Do you mind?" she hissed at him, pulling the bedcovers high to try and hide what modesty she still had left after being shoved in the small room and expected to be perfectly fine with it. Of course with her brother in the room, she had kept her underwear on so as to prevent him from feeling uneasy with how well her body was beneath. He had done the same, though she paid him no mind.

"That you two haven't started yet? Actually I do," Nero surprisingly admitted, tilting his head some. "What? Did you two think you were simply going to stay here without lifting a finger? Hate to break it to you Princess, but-"

Aspasia's lip curled, "Countess. Please don't think me so easy that you can insult me with what you humans perceive to be flattery."

Nero shrugged. "Princess, Countess. Tomato, tom-a-toe, big difference. Either way, you two are handling this today. I got a date with Kyrie and I am not smelling like whatever stuff Dante got to throw down the toilet this time. That stuff seriously stinks."

She felt her irritation rise. Ares's arm shot out in front of her, stopping her from launching from the bed to tear the human's throat free from his shoulders. She was certain her narrowed eyes were enough to warn the human before them that he had best be grateful to whatever he believed in.

He didn't so much as flinch. "Right, whenever you two are done with whatever it is you're doing. I'll leave the bucket and mop here. You do know how to use them, don't you?"

Her anger flared as she sat up straighter in the bed. "Of course we do. We are the Countess and Count of-"

"Yeah, yeah," Nero waved them off as he put the two objects down by the door and turned to leave. "We can get breakfast after everyone's done. Just try not to take too long, okay?"

Once Nero was out of the room, Aspasia let out a shrill screech that she was almost certain was going to make her throat ache later in the day. With a sigh, she fell back against the bed, temporarily closing her eyes until she caught sight of her brother's body towering over her own.

"Aspasia?"

"Yes Ares?" she asked with a groan.

"What is a mop?"

S he didn't dare answer him.

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