Bloody Mess (w/ Sanguine)

A faint, sharp sting of pain shot through her head for a moment, causing her work to pause for a moment. Ever since she got back from Oak town, she had been getting these pains every so often and though they only lasted on short spurts, they were quite troublesome. Still, her need to feast consistently on people has simmered down, her self control was more adamant than ever, and her personality sparkled like a happy, joyful soul rather than some diabolical, psychotic person... like Saraphina for example. It was a nice feeling to have herself for a change that she didn’t care about still being a maid, still killing, committing the sin of murder.

Her ideals were refreshed in her mind. Though some would say she’s more of an angel of mercy, she was personally a servant of god. In her mind, Sanguine coming to kill someone or being tasked to was just a sign of god wanting her to bring them to the end of their life. This in it of itself was more of a delusion, but to her it was what got her going of her own volition, so there wasn’t any hesitation or anything when she was given a task to complete. Recently, she was going out of her way to help a pair of people whom were what she assumed to be close to Saraphina. A butler and a maid whom were almost always with her and they wanted to learn things from her. The feeling of being wanted for something that she thought at some points was just for her body... it was a nice change.

In the last week or two, the maid had acted like a teacher. Helping Nadaline with those while being a bit of a practice target for Bertrand was also a helper to quell her need to fight or kill. To her, this was a great way for her to settle out and be able to relax for a change and focus on herself for a change. Today however, was not one of this training days. Though both of the servants under Saraphina were improving very well for themselves, the maid was tasked with her own job. Today was doing some laundry for the guild master. Washing and ironing out her dresses before putting them away, she took her time to take very good care of each and every one of them. The quiet time of doing this was very enjoyable and for the most part, she got left alone. Some of the more eccentric members whom tried to boss her around... well, they learned a valuable lesson for messing with gods plans. Nothing too extreme, but she left then with permanent reminders of why she wasn’t a maid whom could be pushed about without coming back with a bite of her own.

Suddenly, Sara had burst into the room and shouted her name. In a fit of shock, she nearly dropped the hot iron and managed to catch it before turning it off and setting it down, walking around the board until she saw the woman looking into the closet. The self proclaimed queen grabbed hold of her broken chain that latched to the collar that she wore over her more proper looking maid attire and yanked her over to the closet before pointing out a dress in it. In fact, she’d just finished ironing that one not two minutes ago! ”Is something the matter, Mistress Saraphina?” She wondered, hoping there wasn’t something she missed, like it being misplaced or missing having done something with it before hanging it in there. Instead, a simple demand to help her dress into it before being volunteered to go out on a job left her mouth in a brash and demanding manner. However, she knew the lords message could come in many different ways, so she only smiled happily.

”Why of course! But.. May I ask next time you not drag me about the room like a pet, please?” Her hand gently reaching up and taking Sara’s hand off of the chain. Some days, she wondered why she still wore it, but she did it anyway and honestly, it was more of a habit and comfort in it still. Once free of Sara’s grip, the maid reached in, taking her dress and pulling it out, carrying it over before she laid it on the bed and began to change the other girl out of her clothes. Once they were set down, she took the desired dress and began getting her into it, fixing up every accessory into her clothes and hair down to the crown, which she set aside while she brushed through Saraphina’s hair to fix it from the change of clothing. Once done, she properly fixed the crown onto the queens head and then set her hands on both of her shoulders, giving a gleeful close-eyed smile. ”You look wonderful, My Queen! A real natural of royalty~”

She giggled, giving a light patting before she turned to the side and opening the door to let her through. ”Might I ask why we’re off to do this particular job?” Granted, she cared not for what the job may have been, but the curiosity of why she was chosen to go and to why they would be doing this was too enticing not to ask about. Suddenly, the girl asked her a very strange question. What she may or may not have known of her past was beyond her, but the fact she’d done this more times than she cared for because of a certain someone was fresh on her mind. ”I mind not for doing it. In fact, I’ve done it many times before, actually. Prior to my becoming a maid, I used to be a nun and I took great pride in helping those without magic. And then there was... Charlotte. Crude little piece of work, that one. Very entitled and demanding.” She gave a bit of a snarl, literally trying to keep herself from getting overworked as merely mentioning her time being her little lap dog was still agitating to her.

With a big breath in and an exhale, the maid had tucked some of her hair behind her ear and let the past try to stay in the past. Another question passed the queens lips about her guild maid. The question made her chuckle a little, nodding out of habit though she stood just a step or two behind her as they went on their way towards Era. ”Well, several in fact. Firstly, my blood is able to fell gods and colors my blood black as night. Second, my draconic bloodline makes most of my bodily fluids acidic as well as being able to create highly corrosive types as well. Then lastly, I am able to manipulate my hair. Use it to defend myself or others, grab hold of, freely style it like how I have had it braided more often lately, and so on and so forth. Though... I’m a little weary of going back to Era... ever since I had nearly murdered that Rune Knight, carved our symbol onto their wall with my acid, I haven’t had really a chance to go back. No worries, they won’t recognize me.” Of course, this was never detailed before, mainly rumors if anything. Saraphina would hopefully be delighted to hear what her maid had done in her free time, though that was to be seen.