Jeffery, the poor and ridiculed servant boy, was waking through the halls of the castle of Michael almost without a care in the world. He never really did care much for working, even though he was quite good at his job this was one of those days where he felt like doing nothing. He continued to wander his mind was working as he looked up at the ceiling. He was thinking. He was thinking about his curse, he was thinking about his life, and most importantly he thought about when someone would come and scold him for doing nothing. Of course he would probably have his usual reaction: nothing. He didn't care what others thought of him which is why he didn't beat the crap out of those that thought he couldn't hear him as they talked about him. They talked about how strange he was, believed him to be cursed, which he was, and most surprisingly rumors swirled around about him being a demon. He laughed at the thought however, 'how could I be a demon,' he thought to himself. Jeffery thought about all of these things in what seemed like forever as he wandered the halls, but in fact it was only a few minutes.