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Was there anything quite as satisfying as tormenting your own servants?
Not for Sebastian Arlington-Yates, anyway. His whole life often revolved around the torment of others to bring joy into his own life. Specifically, the torment of those living, breathing human servants his family employed, and often even the humans in Storavia who tried to live their lives as quietly as they could.
At least, as quietly as you could living in a kingdom overrun by vampires. At any given moment, you could be snatched up and torn apart by the neck for something as simple as the vampire being 'peckish', and have no justice for the attack. Being a human in Storavia, therefore, really wasn't easy. It took guts to stick around, and it was why many humans often gave up their lives as a free being to turn to servitude.
Being a servant to the royal family at least often guaranteed your survival. You might be fed upon, you might be teased and sometimes punished brutally for even leaving a tiny mark uncleaned, but you were kept alive. That was often worth giving up family and friends in the village, where your survival really wasn't guaranteed.
Although, serving the royals wasn't easy-- especially not if you were specifically chosen to serve the eldest son, Sebastian.
He was rude, spoilt, entitled and -as most servants secretly said- an asshole. He was known to kill servants just for the hell of it, even if his parents punished him for losing them a member of staff. Any servant assigned to him often feared for their life more than if they'd stayed in the village, and that... really wasn't a comforting way to live your life.
And Amiel was probably the one servant who had reason to fear his life than any other.
Since his arrival as a servant, Sebastian had taken it upon himself to make the boy's life hell. He'd fed off him even at times where he really wasn't craving a lot of blood, he made it his objective to tease him rotten, and he'd often hit out at him just to see him bruise - a sight he genuinely found amusement in.
He hadn't killed Amiel simply because he enjoyed hurting him so much. The moment he grew bored, he'd probably toss him off the roof of the castle, as he had done to a fair few of his assigned servants now.
And now, on a particularly cold day where the snow outside was piling up more and more in the midst of the snowstorm, Sebastian was clearly in the mood to mess with the guy a bit more. Lounging on his ridiculously large bed, the vampire groaned to himself in boredom.
"Amiel! Get here, I require your presence~!" He called out, not shouting or screaming specifically because he knew Amiel was close - he knew his scent pretty damn well at this point. "And do hurry, would you? You have five seconds before I get awfully angry at you."
Not for Sebastian Arlington-Yates, anyway. His whole life often revolved around the torment of others to bring joy into his own life. Specifically, the torment of those living, breathing human servants his family employed, and often even the humans in Storavia who tried to live their lives as quietly as they could.
At least, as quietly as you could living in a kingdom overrun by vampires. At any given moment, you could be snatched up and torn apart by the neck for something as simple as the vampire being 'peckish', and have no justice for the attack. Being a human in Storavia, therefore, really wasn't easy. It took guts to stick around, and it was why many humans often gave up their lives as a free being to turn to servitude.
Being a servant to the royal family at least often guaranteed your survival. You might be fed upon, you might be teased and sometimes punished brutally for even leaving a tiny mark uncleaned, but you were kept alive. That was often worth giving up family and friends in the village, where your survival really wasn't guaranteed.
Although, serving the royals wasn't easy-- especially not if you were specifically chosen to serve the eldest son, Sebastian.
He was rude, spoilt, entitled and -as most servants secretly said- an asshole. He was known to kill servants just for the hell of it, even if his parents punished him for losing them a member of staff. Any servant assigned to him often feared for their life more than if they'd stayed in the village, and that... really wasn't a comforting way to live your life.
And Amiel was probably the one servant who had reason to fear his life than any other.
Since his arrival as a servant, Sebastian had taken it upon himself to make the boy's life hell. He'd fed off him even at times where he really wasn't craving a lot of blood, he made it his objective to tease him rotten, and he'd often hit out at him just to see him bruise - a sight he genuinely found amusement in.
He hadn't killed Amiel simply because he enjoyed hurting him so much. The moment he grew bored, he'd probably toss him off the roof of the castle, as he had done to a fair few of his assigned servants now.
And now, on a particularly cold day where the snow outside was piling up more and more in the midst of the snowstorm, Sebastian was clearly in the mood to mess with the guy a bit more. Lounging on his ridiculously large bed, the vampire groaned to himself in boredom.
"Amiel! Get here, I require your presence~!" He called out, not shouting or screaming specifically because he knew Amiel was close - he knew his scent pretty damn well at this point. "And do hurry, would you? You have five seconds before I get awfully angry at you."