The demon stalked the halls like a silent vigil, where angels feared to tread, the land of demons, this demon, did not. With all asleep by the witching hour the shadows played like excitable, although distorted children, dancing around his feet and skipping between the candles that still sputtered at his mere presence. A near silent whisper filled the halls with erratic unspeakable words until all came to a sickening stop as the door to the manor creaked open and one silhouette poured from the moonlit street into the hall. The shadows hid the demons grin, as sharp as a cat whose cornered his mouse and with a quiet step he slid through the halls to meet the first of his victims that night, one had to understand that Amano was not to be harmed in anyway, by any means necessary. 

It was Tawney, the one who liked to fight and didn't keep eyeing him up like a choice cut of meat. Clearly drunk he staggered on in and as Illiendi offered to take his coat the brother began in with his jibes. "You a puff 'eh, only way my shit head brother got you is if he promised to pay you right? Right." Illiendi could smell sex and alcohol on him, smoke too, it really wouldn't be hard to do anything, even standing still he swayed dangerously as if about to fall and his eyes blood shot and weary. "Not at all, he legitimately purchased my title and I assure you the only thing he pays me for is -"
"Sex! Ahaha, what he going to need a servant for eh? He's no one special in this family, he's mothers little pet but he isn't going to need servants where he's going to end up. Tel you what...tell you what..." Tawney made a grab for Illiendi, grabbing the jet black locks and pulling Illiendi close, it was clear the drink had lowered his inhibiations. "You come work for me. I'm the one who'll get to take over with my dad and I liked the look of that posh food of yours. If you're real good maybe I'll bend you over and fuck ya as a reward." Tawney's free hand went to try and grab Illeindi's groin then but the drunk man was ill prepared. 

With a twist of his upper body he'd turned and locked the arm belonging to the hand in his hair, Tawney had had to let go but in the same instance Illiendi had grabbed the hand going for his genitals and twisted it up and around Tawneys back. There was a subtle thump as Tawney's chest hit the wall and a sharp sound of a knife imbedding into the wall a mere inch from his face, it's shiny surface reflecting his suddenly pale complexion in the still steel. Illinedi's voice was not more than a whisper and even the shadows seemed to draw closer to listen, the heat of his breath almost crackled a warning to accompany his words. "I will warn you this only once Young Master. I can not be bought by someone like you and if I ever see or hear of you laying a hand on my master again I will not be as lenient as I will be tonight." He tweaked Tawneys arm to the point just before it might dislocate and break, incredibly painful but with a handkerchief over the mans mouth his muffled yell was silenced. "Where I'm from we're trained not just to serve but to protect our masters and even if I do say so myself." His teeth and lips right by Tawney's ear. "We're really very good at it." A subtle acrid scent filled the air and Illiendi grinned, releasing the now piss soaked drunkard to run up to his room with a sweet smile and a "Good night Master Tawney." 

It was only another few hours before a less drunk Burtis came stumbling home and Illiendi greeted him at the door, taking his coat and hat and hanging them up. "Master Burtis how good to see you this evening, would you like a glass of wa-"
"Oh it's you, the pretty boy servant." What was it with these brothers interrupting him half way through a sentence? "Hey listen, you know that the little runt isn't getting anything right? He's not getting a penny. You're going to go to waste serving him, he's a nobody. You're far too pretty to be a nobody's pet. You need to be shown off, I mean your skills will be seen by no one. So tell you what, I'm feeling super generous. How much did he pay for you and I'll buy you off of him. Alright?" Illiendi turned to Burtis and smiled, offering him a hand to which the young lord took and allowed himself to be directed to the dining room. Not a word spoke and the demon could tell the intoxicated youth was already getting aroused from the closeness to the demon. When he returned from the kitchen Burtis had already taken off his indoor jacket and loosened his shirt, seeing Illiendi he waved him over. 
"You, come undo my shirt for me. My thumbs aren't working."
"Master Burtis that isn't appropriate is it?"
"Oh nonsense, you're here to serve all of us right? So serve me."
"O-okay." Illiendi moved over and unbuttoned the mans shirt, as he leaned closer to undo the last few Burtis pressed a kiss to his neck and ran his hand up and over Illiendi's thigh. "You know, you're really sexy. I've fucked all the women staff working for my parents but only one of the men isn't an old fart. Now there's you."
"I didn't think staff could faunicate with-"
"I'll fuck whoever I want to fuck and right now, I think I want to fuck you." 
"I'm afraid that is out of the question sir I am forbidden.-" Burtis grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in close, this had been far easier than Illiendi had hoped, Burtis grabbed Illiendi's groin through his trousers and clumsily began to caress there while forcing his tongue into Illiendi's mouth, Illinedi put up a brief struggle but made it appear that Burtis was much stronger than he. When Burtis was done groping Illiendi he grabbed the demon's hand and forced it down against his own trousers where his half erect cock still resided. 

No doubt Master Burtis was used to getting his own way but as his grip relaxed Illiendi pulled his head away and wiped his lips on the back of his hand, "You taste like cheap women and cheap alcohol." He uttered coldly, pulling himself from Burtis' grip. "I am sorry but you are not my type Master Burtis. I only like women. If you think to take this out on your brother I warn you I will let the entire village know, not that you tried to bed me...but that you failed. Goodnight Master Burtis, drink your water up." 

With that Illiendi left the stunned man in his chair and slunk to his own bed chambers where he wiled away the hours until morning on silent projects. When the birds chirped their first song he emerged into Amano's room with a breakfast platter in hand, eggs Benedict on lightly toasted wholemeal bread, chives decorated the top while in a bowl a selection of exotic sweet smelling fruits had been cubed and arranged in a cascade of colors from white to bright red. A cup of tea and saucer upon the tray he carried as well as several fresh made biscuits. These were placed on a side table as he moved to open the curtains and pour in the light of day before stirring his master, he hated mornings, after the comfort of the dark the sun always seemed so mocking in the morning.