It was so dark here. So very dark. Where were you again? Were you sitting or standing? What were you here for? What was the pain in your head and chest?

"Hey, she's awake!" a gruff voice yelled, and you tilted your head up from its position, making a distinct amount of pain twinge your neck, and you remembered your captors, some nameless burly and ugly man, as well as a tall, thin, pale man called Sir Dracus.

"Do you feel like talking yet, Miss L/N?" Sir Dracus asked, stepping into view, and you squinted at the sudden and harsh light. It was such an unfriendly light, unlike the sun. You suddenly remembered the feel of that warm light on your skin, the gentle breeze wafting the scent of roses to your nose. You missed that so much... "Not going to speak? Fine. Patterson, do what is necessary." 'Patterson' gave a huge grin.

"Ehehehe!" he squealed in his odd laughter, making you feel a sudden urge to smack him around many times until he shut his bloody mouth and then savagely beat him to death. Surely, to a normal person, this was an extreme reaction. However for you, this man was the person that had caused you so much pain, your torturer. "Miss L/N, you're so kind to me!" You winced again as the man held up a red-hot poker.

Right; you weren't sitting or standing. You were chained against a wall, clad in shredded rags due to the agony you had been forced to endure. Why were you being tortured? You didn't particularly know. From what you could remember, you had just been sitting in a field picking flowers before you woke up here. You were so sick of being here, but what were you supposed to do with your hands and feet manacled to the wall?

"Patterson, I've received some new information," Sir Dracus broke in again as you hoarsely screamed from the poker being pressed to your stomach. "We don't have any use for her any longer, so just kill her."

Kill... her?

"Somebody! Anybody!" you screamed as loud as you could. "Save me! These people are cr—" You stopped short as you saw the knife in your chest, spilling your bright scarlet blood down your burned and permanently scarred body. You coughed several times before you started to let out a bloodcurdling screech that would have scared anyone.

Are you the one who called?

As if she had appeared out of thin air, there was a beautiful silver-haired woman standing in front of you with glittering red eyes—such a pretty red as well, you thought—placing two, long, black-nailed fingers on your chin as she gazed intently at your face.

"Save me," you pleaded raspily to the woman. She tilted her head for a moment.

"Very well," she replied, this time making her purple-glossed lips move.

In the next few seconds, the two men standing in the background were both dead, blood pouring out of their bodies. You could only stare as you fell off the wall, straight into the chest of the new woman. You felt rather drained, and you soon found yourself in the arms of Morpheus.

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"My lady...?" the silver-haired maid said inquiringly as you placed a blue rose in her hair, much more vibrant than the one she had originally when you met her a week ago. You smiled at her while you leaned away.

"Roses suit you very well, Hannah," you complimented her with an even wider smile at her confused blue eyes. Hannah Annafellows was what you had named the demon, having accidentally made a contract with her when you screamed for help. When you asked her what your wish was, she only told you that you knew already. Really you didn't!

"Thank you," she replied with a soft smile, which was rather uncharacteristic for her, since she normally gave a sort of derisive smirk or devilish grin when she smiled. But that seemed to have been happening a lot lately, ever since you told her that you didn't care if she took your soul, only that you spent your remaining life with your savior. You would be lying if you said you didn't like her, even just for saving you; who cared that she wasn't human and she had done it for her own benefit?

You didn't have any family or friends left—as it turned out, the place you had once called home had been incinerated by Dracus, and in that regard, Hannah gave you a new home, in the form of a manor attended by herself and the three demon triplets serving under her.

"Hey, Hannah," you said as you grudgingly began to head back inside, seeing that the sky was becoming dark. "You've live a long time, right?"

"Yes..." she replied as she followed you inside.

"Is there anyone that really caught your fancy?"

"Pardon?" she inquired, obviously confused.

"You know, a person you really liked!"

"Well, no, I'm afraid not... Humans and demons alike are dull to me," she replied quietly, making you frown.

"No one? Not a soul?" you asked, turning back to her. "This world is made up of thousands of millions of people, but you haven't met anyone who stood out from the crowd?" Hannah glanced up at you and then smirked, ever so softly.

"No; not a soul," she replied, and you knew she had just lied. Fine, Hannah, keep your secrets! You could just say you don't want to tell me...

"Well, anyway, do you know what the Triplets made for dinner today?"

"I seem to recall Timber informing me that he wished to make you F/F, since he thought you looked a bit 'down' today. Although the other two remarked on making other favorites, so I believe you may very well end up with three meals waiting for you..." You chuckled softly; the triplets, though they could be very sweet, frequently ended up in such disagreements.

"I suppose then I will just have to eat my heart out so that they won't get upset with each other," you replied with a smile.

"There is no need for that, my lady; I will deal with them," Hannah said. "Please, I do not want you to become sick."

"How will you deal with them? I hope you will not force them into submission like you did last week; that was a little scary to watch. Are they not your friends?" Hannah's eyes softened.

"My lady, I believe I have told you before that force is what keeps them in line. They follow me because they respect my power and authority." You shook your head slightly at the maid.

"Then why do such demons, whom you claim to be swayed by power, care whether I am upset or not? And for that matter, as a part of the same species, why would you care if I become non-fatally ill? Certainly, I appreciate that you would attempt to prevent such things, but if what you say is true, it confuses me." For a few moments, Hannah was dead-silent, making you glance at her, and for a second, you thought she appeared to be frustratedly looking for an answer.

"I am your maid, my lady. It is only natural that I care for your health."

"Hmm, is that so?" you asked as you took a seat in your empty dining hall. Contrary to Hannah's suspicions, there was only one dish waiting for you, which Timber dramatically revealed to you to be, indeed F/F. "Come, sit, you four. It must be terrible to stay on your feet at all times," you insisted.

"I cannot," Hannah replied from behind your chair, and you sighed.

"Why are you so stubborn? I wasn't born nobility in the first place, so things like servant-master etiquette are foreign to me, and to be honest, I don't care. I rather dislike eating on my own; it makes this place seem lifeless." Hannah gave a soft sigh.

"Where would you like me to sit?"

"Anywhere you like—at the table, of course." It was with those words that Hannah, and shortly after, the Triplets, sat near and across from you. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" You teased Hannah as you ate a small amount of your food. "Feel free to eat; there's no chance I'll be able to finish this," you encouraged, nudging the full dish away from you. Thompson and Canterbury whispered between each other.

"We cannot taste, nor do we obtain energy from human food, my lady," Hannah said. "There would be no point in offering it to us."

"Really?" you inquired, disappointed. "It's sad that you can't tell what you made..."

"You needn't pity us," Hannah said, and you sighed as you continued to eat in silence. Though it may have seemed like the demon was warming up to you, she still wasn't much of a conversationalist, and she was very insistent on treating you like royalty. Was that your wish? No, it couldn't have been...

You pondered this and more as you went to your comfortable room, smiling at the vase of flowers Hannah had brought in and carefully trimmed for you. They still looked vibrant and strong, even after several days.

The room felt precariously empty however, and you were reluctant to fall asleep as you shuffled yourself into bed. Rather, you couldn't fall asleep, in part due to nightmares of the torture you had withstood. Your chest still faintly hurt where you had been stabbed, despite Hannah's efforts to nullify the pain.

Still, you closed your eyes and waited for the aimless drifting which put you in dreamland, rather than a land of horror. For what seemed like hours, you waited, but no sleep came.

Quietly, your bedroom door creaked open, and you resisted the urge to open your eyes, only because you knew it would take some time longer to fall asleep if you did. Besides, it was probably the wind. The pressure on your bed said otherwise.

Again, tempted to open your eyes, you resisted, though this time because you could smell the fact that it was Hannah. Peculiarly enough, despite being a creature from Hell, she gave off such a heavenly fragrance.

"My lady F/N, you are very sweet... the more I know you, the more interesting you become..." Her voice was so close to your ear—at this rate, she might make you blush! Also, since when did she use your first name? "I wonder why you do not hold anything against me, especially the fact that in time, I will devour your soul."

"Because you saved me," you replied automatically, startling the demon as you opened your eyes. Plainly, she had thought you were asleep. "If my soul is a delayed payment for you saving my life, then you can have it, as long as I spend my time with you, who seems so lonely." Hadn't meant to say that last part out loud...

Wait, Hannah is Annnd there goes the blush.

Hannah gave you a somewhat demonic grin, making you a bit worried.

"My lady, am I to take it you've been awake this entire time?"

"Well, um yes..."

"That won't do," she replied softly. "My lady needs her rest."

"I can't sleep."

"And if I slept with you, since you are so insistent on making servants share the same space as yourself?" Hannah's smirk was so knowing that you found yourself blushing harder. Since you didn't say anything, she, for once, took the initiative and took hold of you and pulled the sheets over your both.

As if you weren't red enough, Hannah kissed you full on the lips, saying, "Sweet dreams, my lady F/N."