As dawn crept over Noctis Keep, its pale light barely piercing the eternal gloom that shrouded the estate, Claude was already awake—not that he ever truly slept. With his usual measured grace, he swept open the heavy curtains in Vira's chambers, allowing the morning light to spill into the dim room bothering Vira near instantly. A quiet sigh escaped the vampire as she stirred, shifting onto her stomach in a feeble attempt to escape the intrusion. Though her expression remained as impassive as ever, the slight furrow of her brow betrayed her displeasure. Vira had never been fond of mornings—nor of the day itself. The world belonged to the sun, but she belonged to the night. And yet, Claude, ever the dutiful presence at her side, cared little for such trivial comforts. Vira: "Claude it is much to early.. I would rather not to wake up"
Claude continued to draw back the curtains, his movements precise and methodical as always. His gaze swept over Vira's form on the bed, the vampire's form half-buried beneath the silken sheets. Despite her protests about the early hour, there was a subtle hint of amusement in his voice as he spoke, as if he relished in knowing exactly what Vira needed, even if it wasn't what she desired. Claude: "Ah, but the night has lingered long enough, my lady. Dawn has come, and with it, the day's tasks."
Vira released a quiet, weary sigh, as if hoping sheer willpower alone could banish the invasive daylight. Burying her face deeper into the pillow, she let the silken sheets pool around her, her silver-white hair spilling across the dark fabric like moonlight against the abyss. Her voice, smooth yet laced with reluctant resignation, finally broke the stillness. There was no real complaint in her tone—only the familiar push and pull between them, an unspoken game neither seemed willing.
Vira: "And yet, Claude, the day holds nothing of interest to me. Must I truly endure its presence?"Despite her words, she eventually stirred, pushing herself upright. The sheets slid away as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her movements slow and unhurried. With a languid grace, she rubbed her eyes before turning her gaze to Claude. She said nothing. She didn't need to. The butler merely inclined his head, already knowing what was expected of him. The morning ritual would proceed as it always had—methodical, precise, and unbroken by time. Without further prompting, he stepped forward, prepared to assist her in dressing. Claude approached the bed, his footsteps quiet and measured. With a subtle grace that seemed to defy his imposing stature, he knelt at Vira's side, his gaze cool and calculated. The morning ritual they had established over time was well-rehearsed. There was a dance-like quality to their interactions, each step and gesture performed with a practiced ease. His hands, nimble and precise, began to work at the delicate laces of Vira's nightgown, loosening its snug embrace, allowing the fabric to fall open like a curtain revealing her slender form beneath.
The ensemble features a black, form-fitting corset-style top made from a rich, velvety fabric with subtle sheen. The neckline is adorned with red lace trim, adding a sensual contrast to the dark tones. A large, deep red rose embellishment sits elegantly on one side, complementing the delicate black beaded choker necklace. A structured black coat with silver button detailing drapes over the shoulders, enhancing the regal aesthetic. The coat has an asymmetrical design, with one side extending further to create a dramatic silhouette. The sleeves are adorned with ruffled cuffs and gloves for an additional touch of aristocratic refinement. A black, multi-strapped belt with silver studs cinches the waist, adding a modern, edgy touch while emphasizing the structured elegance of the outfit. The fitted black skirt features intricate lace paneling around the thighs, revealing a sheer, delicate pattern that contrasts with the rich velvet fabric. Black beaded fringe hangs from the lace trim, adding movement and depth. The lower portion of the skirt cascades into dramatic, layered ruffles that create a striking mermaid-like silhouette. A layered black beaded necklace drapes down the chest, enhancing the gothic elegance.
Claude was already well dressed in his usual butler attire A black fitted vest with silver embroidery, forming flame-like motifs along the edges, exudes an air of aristocratic mystery. The long, tailored jacket extends into pointed, asymmetrical tails, adding a theatrical yet dignified touch. The silver detailing enhances its ornate and gothic charm. The waist is cinched slightly, creating a sleek silhouette that complements his refined stature. white ruffled dress shirt, featuring an extravagant lace jabot, cascades down the chest, adding a flourish of classic butler aesthetics. The billowing white sleeves, gathered at the wrists with intricate lace cuffs, create a dramatic yet polished contrast to the dark vest. Black, tailored trousers provide a streamlined look, subtly adorned with silver buttons at the hem. Sleek, polished black boots with a slight heel complete the outfit, reinforcing his reserved presence.
His hands worked skillfully with the laces, the fabric unfurling to reveal Vira's form. He paid close attention to every detail, every fold and contour. His touch was precise, his movements a careful dance between servitude and artistry. The outfit he had chosen for her was as dark and elegant as it was striking. The corset accentuated her slender waist, while the coat draped over her shoulders with an air of regal finery. The skirt was a masterpiece of dark velvet and lace, swirling around her legs in a dramatic display of elegance and power.
Once Vira was dressed, she moved to stand by the door, her crimson gaze lingering on Claude as he went about his task with practiced precision. He smoothed the sheets, ensuring her bed would be pristine for when night fell once more. His movements were fluid, effortless, each motion a reflection of his meticulous nature. She watched him in silence, her eyes tracing his form until he finally straightened, turning to face her. Only then did she speak.Vira: "So, Claude, what is on today's schedule? Anything of interest?"
Claude turned toward her, his expression calm and measured. His gaze met hers, holding a hint of something beneath the surface—amusement, contemplation, or perhaps something else entirely. Claude: "Ah, my lady. Today's itinerary is as ordinary as every other day. Breakfast, followed by your usual routine. Afterwards, I believe we have a few business matters to attend to. Nothing out of the ordinary, I'm afraid." His tone was even, betraying nothing of his thoughts. It was as though he was reading from a script, albeit one he had memorized long ago.
Vira: "Good. I prefer not to change my schedule anyway."With that, she turned toward the door, pulling it open and stepping into the dimly lit corridor beyond. The long halls of Noctis Keep stretched before her, their shadows deep and restless, illuminated only by the flickering glow of scattered candlelight. Without a word, she held the door for Claude, who followed in his usual silent, measured and professional stride, arms crossed behind his back. They walked together in quiet companionship, the only sounds their footsteps against the ancient stone floor. When they reached the grand staircase, Vira descended first, her movements effortless, her presence regal even in the most mundane of moments. Claude followed closely behind, and after a few steps, Vira's voice broke the silence once more. speaking calmly as she took each step Vira: "So then, Claude, what's for breakfast?"
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Claude moved silently behind her, his presence a steadfast and unchanging constant in the ever-quiet halls. Claude: "As per your usual preference, I have prepared a selection of coffee varieties and blood for your pleasure, along with a light assortment of pastries from the kitchen staff. Should you desire something more substantial, I can arrange for a more elaborate meal if so desired." His words were as precise as always, as if he'd had this conversation a thousand times before—which, in fact, he had.
Upon reaching the dining room, she took her seat, The room was drowned in silence, save for the sound echoing through the dimly lit space. Claude remained still, his presence an unshaken shadow amidst of silence.
Then, a noise cut through the heavy air.The quiet creak of the dining room door. The soft clatter of porcelain and silver.Vira's gaze flickered to the young servant who entered— "Tao Cree" a maid Claude had helped find and hire a while ago. She carried a tray with careful hands, her presence unknowingly cutting through the suffocating tension that had settled in the room. Vira let out a quiet sigh. As Tao set breakfast before her, she, watching in silence as the meal was placed neatly on the table.
Tao's outfit elegant and vintage-inspired maid outfit features a black long-sleeve dress with a white apron overlay. The bodice has a delicate white ruffled trim along the shoulders and chest, accompanied by a small black bow tie at the collar, giving it a classic and refined touch. The sleeves are fitted and end in white cuffs, enhancing the contrast between black and white. The apron is detailed with ruffled layers and lace trim, cinched at the waist with a large white bow, emphasizing a traditional and feminine aesthetic. The skirt portion of the dress is voluminous, featuring additional lacework and ruffle details along the hemline, contributing to the overall soft and elegant appearance.
Tao approached the table, her soft footsteps barely making a sound on the hardwood floor. She set down the tray, adorned with the usual morning meal, before straightening and turning to Vira with a shy smile. Tao: "Good morning, milady." Her voice was soft, almost timid, as if she was still getting used to the grandeur of Noctis Keep. Her eyes glinted just slightly.
Vira: "Yeah... Good morning, Tao." Vira's response was little more than a murmur, her tone laced with disinterest. She had never shown any particular fondness for her servants—except for Claude. He had always held a place above the rest, the reason for which had never been a secret. But now, with the thick tension in the room, that unspoken truth felt even heavier. Tao could sense the shift in Vira's mood instantly, the weight of her bad temper pressing into the silence between them. Without another glance at the maid, Vira lowered her gaze to the meal set before her, picking up her fork and beginning to eat without another word.
Tao stood idly for a moment, hands clasped in front of her, her eyes darting between Vira and Claude. The demon butler stood beside the vampire, his expression giving little away, but the air around them was taut with tension. She knew better than to ask, but the curiosity was impossible to ignore. With a quiet sigh, she began to discreetly tidy the room, her movements graceful and practiced. As she worked, Tao's gaze kept drifting back to the two at the table, her ears straining to catch even a hint of their conversation.
Vira: "So, Claude, my schedule... You mentioned a few business matters to attend to. Will we be going out, or are the matters coming to us?" Her voice was steady, composed—almost as if the moments before had never happened. Almost. Vira's gaze lingered on the breakfast set before her—eggs, coffee in its many varieties, and a light assortment of pastries. The familiar routine brought a small sense of normalcy, a welcome distraction from the turmoil that still lingered in the air. Without waiting for a response, she picked up the fork resting beside her plate and took a bite of the eggs, her expression unreadable as she waited for Claude's reply.It was business as usual. At least, that's what she wanted it to be.
Claude, ever vigilant and attentive, watched as Vira picked at her breakfast. His gaze flicked to Tao as the young woman moved about the room, her movements precise and yet, at the same time, betraying her inexperience and nervousness. He didn't miss the way she kept glancing towards them, a subtle sign of curiosity and perhaps, a touch of unease. Claude: "We will be going out." His voice was measured, betraying none of his usual slyness. The demon butler was all business today, it seemed.
Vira: "Very well, Claude... I'll finish get dressed and we can go." Her voice was calm, composed, yet detached as Claude finished speaking to the maid. She barely spared Tao a glance, though her gaze briefly flickered to the faint blush dusting the maid's cheeks. With a quiet sigh, Vira pushed her chair back, the legs scraping softly against the floor. She rose to her feet, her untouched plate to her disinterest. Without another word, she turned on her heel and strode out of the dining room, disappearing into the corridors to prepare for the day.
Claude nodded, his eyes meeting hers with a steady gaze. He could sense her restlessness, her desire to escape the confines of the crumbling estate. It was a familiar feeling to him, the need to be out among the living, even for a short while. He turned away, his attention shifting towards Tao, who had finished tidying the room and was standing idly by the door. Claude: "Tao, please prepare my formal attire for the day."
Claude watched her go, his gaze steady and calculating. His mind was already spinning with the various possibilities of what their outing might bring. He knew the risks well, of course, but he was a creature of instinct, and right now, it was telling him to keep Vira close.A few moments later, Tao returned, carrying the requested formal attire. She approached Claude, hesitating for a moment before handing over the clothing, her gaze still betraying her curiosity.
(Time Skip)
Claude's pale fingers slide into the dark leather glove, his movements slow and precise. He tugs it snugly, the sound of tightening leather echoing softly in the still air. With practiced elegance, Claude fastens the final button of his pristine blouse, smoothing down the fabric with a gloved hand. The silver cufflinks catch the dim light, a brief glint before he lowers his arms. Vira drapes a deep-hued shawl over her shoulders, adjusting the fabric as it cascades around her frame. The silk glides against her skin, a contrast to the tension in her posture. Her slender fingers grip the cold brass doorknob. A pause. Then, with a quiet turn, the door creaks open, revealing the dark world beyond.
