My name is Lyrian. I was born a pure-blooded demon, quite a high-ranking one for that. From birth, I was considered a prodigy for our tribe. I will fully admit that I was pampered too much and I ended up an overly arrogant brat, but thankfully that all ended when the Great Demon King took a notice of me.

He showed up one day, rather casually. Imagine our shock when a living legend casually strolled in, knocking on our door. After a bit of chit-chat with my father, he demanded me as some sort of tribute, stating that whilst I might not return alive, I would certainly receive the possibility to become much, much stronger. 

Father at first was a bit skeptical, but even he didn't even dare look at the Great Demon King's eyes directly, much less say no to anything he says. 

Thus, I had to pack up my belongings. After that, the Great Demon King, which simply said to call him Master, casually teleported me and my stuff away.

At first I was confused, but after a bit of explaining I realized what my job entrailed. First, I was to be trained by a bunch of butlers, since he said that every servant of his needed to learn proper manners, and he found mine... quite primal, as he quoted it. 

I was a bit offended, but after a good laugh he simply waved me away. I thus met the Head Butler, Roger. He trained me in the ways of the masochist, which consisted of beating me with a stick that did no damage, but sure as hell hurt. Whenever I did something wrong, a hit. I said something I shouldn't? Two hits. I thinked of something bad? A thumbs up from him, as my mind is my own.

And so, my life went like this for about a month. During this time, my whole attitude turned all the way around. I didn't even dare speak in front of someone with a higher standing, but I would have to act superior in front of those lower then me. Apparently it serves as a way to maintain my prestige and remind them of my status. 

Which, in all fairness, is not too low. Being the Head Butler's personal 'disciple', I only had less power then the Roger himself. There were even some girls who tried to gain my favor, but they were quickly shot down by Roger whom claimed them to be 'unworthy'. They looked good enough, but as if I would ever dare speak up on him.

Then, exactly 36 days after I first got here, Master appeared once again. Roger says that Master tends to be very busy with his experiments, which nobody really knows what they consist of. Some maids once claimed that he's trying to build an immortal army for conquering worlds, which is a possibility, but not a fact.

We all lined up in a two file line and he passed in between us. Roger was at the end of the line, kneeling. Master laughed and simply said "Rise, my friend. You know better then to be this formal."

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Roger smiled and got up. After that, us lower servants all went into the sidelines and simply waited. They discussed something for quite a while, Roger made a shocked face and then he went into serious mode. We couldn't hear their conversation, but it seemed important.

Then, Roger sent us all out. Correction, sent all of us except for me, another demon and three maids. After that, he bowed and left as well.

We turned to master with a confused expression, but he simply smiled and said "Now, you might be wondering why you're here. Well, my children have finally come out from their training, and they kind of... turned into complete and utter weirdos. Well, it might be my fault a bit, but that's besides the point! I need you 5 to attend them. Will you do it? Of course you will~!"

I began nodding my head, even though I wasn't doing it. It felt like some sort of telekenisis, but stronger. 

And that is how I ended up here. I was told that I would become the personal servant of his 'children', as he calls them. He decided to keep it a suprise as to who he was actually talking about though.

Now, I'm currently standing in front of a room in the innermost part of the castle. This area is off-limits for even Roger, so I have never seen it before. 

I slowly knock on the door, waiting for a response. After a couple of seconds which felt like hours, I heard a feminine voice resound from inside the room. "Come ihn." 

I entered, and froze on the spot when I saw what was inside. A huge ball of... blood was floating above the bed. It was at least 10 meters in diameter and 5 meters tall. But that was not the scariest part. A single, huge eye was in the center of the room, looking straight at me. I felt as if that thing wanted to devour me, no, perhaps worst. It was honestly really fucking scary.

A voice soon snapped me out of it though. From inside the ball, someone called out "Are yoi the ishiot that Mashter talked about?" 

I bowed and answered "Yes sir. I was appointed as your personal attendant by the Master himself."

I looked up at the floating ball of blood. It had a distant look in it's single eye, as if remembering something. After a couple minutes, the eye dissolved back into the ball and the thing then slowly parted open, revealing a girl around 12 years of age with red eyes and long, black hair. 

At first, she could be mistaken as a human. However, if you look closely you could notice the extra-long canines and her slightly pointed ears. 

She looked at me with inquiring eyes and then stretched up her hand. The entire ball of blood somehow floated down in streams into her hand, and she seemed to somehow absorb it. It just kinda disappeared once it touched her hand.

"I'm sexshually frushtrated. Play with me." She said after the entire ball disappeared, and looked at me with a crazed smile that somehow highlited two very dangerous teeth. 

It took me a while to understand what happened, and when I did I was suddently tied by ropes of blood. 

Thus, the next hour was spent as a bloodbag for a thirsty bloodsucker. I almost fainted from anemia, and she even hinted that she was sucking very slowly. After she was done, finally untied me and simply told me to come tomorrow. 

However, when she said "Thomorrshow", due to my lack of energy, I didn't understand what she said. I asked her again what she meant a couple times, and she got visibly irritated. When I mentioned her lisp, she kicked me in the nuts and threw me out of the room. 

And thus, this was my first day spent with Ms. Rose. The ways of the masochist had just somehow... expanded. A lot.