My Servant System



"Sedis... what is Sedis? Or more accurately, who the hell is Sedis? What could make a Fiend cause such an obvious ruckus to lure people out for this 'Sedis'?"

The Marquess' growl was low as she crouched down and gazed at the unconscious Vitra, leaving her fingers in front of the woman's nostrils before saying "Still breathing. Will need immediate aid and mental aid afterwards. Hey pinkie, know anything about Sedis?"

Cali pouted at the Marquess from over my shoulder, the Arch Fiend sprawled out on my back and 'recharging' herself as she clung annoyingly to me, though the rosy scent pouring off of her body was soothing after everything that had happened over this night.

"Don't call me pinkie! Stupid blue hunk! You're lucky that you're so damn ravishing, otherwise I'd hit ya!"

Jahi glared over at the Arch Fiend, growling "Don't make a move on my Mom...", before she looked at me and added "Get off of my woman too."

"No! I don't wanna!"

Cali's pout deepened as she clung closer to me, and I let out a sigh as I felt the Arch Fiend entangle herself further on me, making me say "It's fine, Jahi... let her be. Cali dear, do you know anything about Sedis?"

"Hmph! Why should I answer, huh?! No one seems to appreciate me at all... buncha meanies..."

I sighed once more as I felt the Arch Fiend rest her chin on my shoulder again, the woman grumbling to herself some more as everyone looked towards her.

She was like a child in some aspects, though I imagine being that old and that powerful must make things boring if you remain serious and stuffy all the time.

"HEY! I'm not OLD! Stupid Masque... You're supposed to be on my side!"

Glancing at her, I raised a brow and watched as she let out a huff and turned away, forcing a third sigh out of my lips as I turned back towards the others, saying "Well, this chain is a clue as well. Perhaps there really is a cult..? Ahem, anyways, should we be discussing this here..? With..."

My voice trailed off as I heard the sound of two people approaching, and upon turning I saw two Foxkin women rushing over to Vitra's side, and I put two and two together and got four.

The older, more mature woman with greying hair and creased eyes only amplifying her noble beauty, though it was currently marred by tears and maternal worry as she fell to her knees beside her daughter; Ithica Renacla, Countess of the Renacla County.

"B-Baby..! Baby..! Vitra baby, wake up..! W-Wake up..! WHY WON'T SHE WAKE UP?!"

Her voice was cracking and flooded with emotions as she gently shook Vitra's shoulders, before she looked back at us and shouted that last part, tears continuing to pour from her eyes.

Hanara Renacla was a bit more collected, and she held her Mother's shoulders and comforted her before hissing "And WHO are you all?! Why are you inside our Manor, and WHY did you bring harm to my little sister?!"

Jahi sighed softly as she reached up and rubbed at the paint, her palm shining gold as she removed the brown body paint, with the Marquess mirroring her as the two Demoness' decided to be straightforwards with this encounter like they were with everything.

Hanara's golden eyes widened as she stuttered "A-Asmodia?! Jahi and Chordeva Asmodia?! W-What?! Why?!"

The Renacla Heir stared at them in surprise, though the reigning Countess didn't seem to care as she spat "I don't care WHO you are!! Heal my baby! BRING HER BACK!"

Leone nodded, stepping forwards and tracing out runes under the watchful eyes of the Countess, though the Heir couldn't tear her eyes away from Jahi and the Marquess, shock shrouding her gaze.

The red runes were gentle as the enveloped Vitra in a glimmer of crimson, the Foxkin groaning softly before blinking her eyes open with another groan, sitting up and cradling her head in her hands.

Countess Renacla let out a sob as she threw her arms around her daughter, the Mother-Daughter pair embracing as Vitra slowly came around, all while Hanara stood stiffly beside the two.

Jahi spoke next, saying "We're here because - inside her presumably mind controlled state - your sister ordered a group of adventurers to rob and possibly kill me and my fiancees so that they could steal my sword. That is why we are here.

Hanara blanched at those words, looking down at her sister worriedly before looking back towards Jahi, fear in her eyes.

"Don't worry; I'm not an idiot. I understand that she was used, though until I can verify the effects of the necklace and maybe hear from her as well, I will be keeping some suspicion on her for the time being. If she's cleared, I won't be holding the Renacla Family responsible. After all... I think you've endured enough, no?"

The Marquess nodded, adding "I don't give two shits about the normal rules of Nobility or the like. Besides, what took over your sister was something that only a few Houses could manage to deal with, and yours is not one of them. So don't worry about retaliation from me... though I would appreciate being allowed to talk to Vitra about her experience. Where she got that necklace and what it was like being under its influence."

Countess Renacla finally managed to get some of her emotions under control, her hands never leaving her daughter's body as she stroked her hair and back, holding her close like she was afraid she'd lose her again.

"Vitra... baby, are you alright..? I'm sorry..."

Her voice was still hoarse, and the older Foxkin sobbed again as she buried her nose into her daughter's hair, making the confused woman mutter "Yeah... yeah, I'm fine Mother... Where... What happened? Why am I..?"

Vitra looked around, her emerald eyes so drastically different as she took in her destroyed room, before those emerald eyes widened as she turned away from her Mother and leaned over, vomiting out the contents of her stomach as recognition and remembrance entered those beautiful eyes.

Tears welled up, before they dripped down her cheek as she dragged in shaky breaths, her body trembling as she retched once more, despair and anguish twisting her features, clearly distraught about everything that happened.

Though if she remembered it vividly or like a dream was to be determined, and perhaps what she remembered as well; there were so many unanswered questions that we had as we stared at her, wanting to question her right away but also feeling slightly bad about what must be going on in her mind right now.