Every soul that makes a contract must come through this place. Those are the rules, and have been for many, many years. In this house, the devils rule over the desperate, preparing them for their trip downstairs. The souls of the wicked and the damned are devoured, and those that try, may earn their chances for redemption. But this house changes people. Will it change you?
Has there ever been anything you've wanted, that was worth selling your soul for? Have you ever been so desperate for a change in your life, that you made a deal with a devil? Sure, most people think that it's just an expression. No one would actually do it. No one would even know how, right? They are wrong. The devils walk among us, striking deals when people are their weakest and most vulnerable. A contract must be formed, and the debt must eventually be paid. So what happens when your time is up?
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Aiko was busy rushing around the kitchen, grabbing ingredients before running back to her work station. Busy busy busy, she was so busy. Today she had been tasked with preparing the meals and taking them to the masters. Right now, she was just cooking, as it was nearly lunchtime and no doubt everyone would be hungry by then. Goodness knows she was hungry too, but she was too busy working to fulfill her needs.
Her face remained blank as she placed the ingredients on the countertop and started placing vegetables on a wooden cutting board. Then she grabbed a knife and started cutting them as fast as she could. Time was of the essence and if the food came out to late... She didn't want to think about it. She kept her focus on the vegetables instead, chopping them finely before scraping them into the pot containing the stew. Then it was time for the meat. She wrinkled her nose as she took a still bloody piece of meat, trying to make sure none of the blood got on her sleeves. She would rather not stain her clothing, thank you very much.
As she worked, she couldn't help but hear the sound of other worker bees moving around and cooking or cleaning. It was such a mess, honestly, but what were they to do about it? They had sold their souls for a reason and this was the price they paid. At least they weren't being tortured, but being a slave or a servant was not pleasant either. There was a crash and the shattering of some plates and she jerked her head towards the noise. Oh no. "Idiot," she hissed under her breath as she abandoned her workstation to help clean up the mess. As far as she knew, if the masters found out, then everyone would be punished and she didn't want that.
Post by August Doxiadis on Dec 28, 2017 23:10:24 GMT
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He wasn't often placed in with the kitchen staff, but it did happen from time to time, and he didn't particularly mind cooking, so he figured that perhaps was as good of a time as any to really start learning how to prepare more modern meals. Though, he couldn't help but prepare a roast of lam for dinner. He was working on that when he heard the crash behind him. No doubt one of the more nervous slaves just passing through and bumping into someone. Still, someone snarled on the poor thing and he shook his head. He would think that the masters would actually care about things like this, but apparently not.
So he stopped what he was doing, making some sort of movement to a nearby servant to continue what he had been doing as he went over and began to help pick up the mess on the floor. A soft smile graced his face, and he patted the back of the one that was profusely apologizing for slowing things down. Still, August looked very out of place in the kitchen, especially more so picking things up off of the floor. But this was where he wanted to be, so this was where he would remain. Once the mess was cleaned up, he moved to wash his hands and then went towards the woman cutting up all of the vegetables and whatnot for the lunches of the masters. His head tilted ever so slightly to the side as he looked at her and what she was doing, before deciding to help her instead of going back to preparing for dinner, which was still quite awhile away. Besides, the ones he had left to do it looked plenty capable.
The knife he picked up was a little larger than he would have liked, but it would definitely get the job done. For now he copied the woman, cutting up whatever vegetables remained and putting them wherever she wanted them to go. Once he was finished, he set the knife aside and just watched her, as if waiting for some sort of order.
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It seemed like she wasn't the only one helping the clumsy fool and Aiko thought nothing of it. If the masters found out, then they would all get punished. It was something she didn't want to go through, she had enough of that for a lifetime. With a sigh, she abandoned helping the poor soul still apologizing profusely and went back to her station. She had a meal to cook, after all.
As she was cutting vegetables, she noticed the same servant that helped the one who dropped everything doing...something with her vegetables. Her gaze would flicker to him every so often as she cut, a look of confusion on her face. What was he doing? Shouldn't he know not to butt in other people's businesses? "Hmph." Once everything was finished cutting up and placed in the respective dishes, she turned to face the stranger. "...I suppose I should thank you for helping me," she said grudgingly. Honestly, it was less work for her, she should feel happy! But she wasn't.
"You shouldn't be standing around doing nothing, though I won't stop you from doing so," she said coldly before going over to an oven an opening it. She yelped in pain as her bare hand touched the oven's surface. "A-Ah...!" She looked at it with a dismal and frustrated look. "Ugh, I need to get that out. ...I don't want to touch a filthy rag though." She brushed her hair with her unburnt hand as she stood there awkwardly. Who was just standing around there and doing nothing now?
Post by August Doxiadis on Dec 30, 2017 20:34:59 GMT
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His head tilted ever so slightly to the side as he watched the woman go over and burn herself on the oven. She should have known to at least use a pot holder or something, right? But then she just stood there looking at it for awhile and he sighed softly before moving over and pulling her dish from the oven with his bare hands. Usually, the resistance to heat was something only fallen or higher level demons carried, so why would such a lowly little servant have such a gift? Still, it seemed to not bother him in the slightest as he put the dish on the counter for her before moving to put the lamb that was being prepared into it's spot. Luckily there were many ovens and fires in the kitchen area, so if she needed to bake anything else, she would still be able to.
After that, he put a hand over his chest and bowed a bit before straightening back up. He looked around to see that everyone else was still quite busy, but there were quite a few sideways glances towards him for his miraculously unburned skin. All it took was him noticing those glances for them to turn away and scurry off to do something else. Good gods the servants in this house were always so damn skittish. Still, his attention eventually turned back towards the woman, wondering what would be next in their little cooking adventure.
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Aiko blinked as the servant from before walked over to the oven and simply pulled it open like it was nothing. That was...odd. She couldn't handle the heat, so how could he? It was as if he felt no pain, but that had to be impossible, right? She didn't know. But she did know that he was helping her and that she should be grateful for it, even if she didn't ask for it.
"...Thank you," she said with a sigh, "I suppose you'll be helping me then?" It was...weird honestly. But then again, the concept of monsters and demons was weird too so she shouldn't really judge. A frown crossed her face when she noticed that some of the other servants were staring. Not at her, but at him. Hmph, did they not appreciate her beauty? In any case, they had some work to do.
"I need to cook some rice. I don't suppose you happen to know where the bags are, hmm?" she asked as she turned to face August. Hopefully that would get him off of her back, if only for a little bit. In the meantime, there was some flour and eggs to mix up. She had grown used to cooking like a European back in her old home when... A frown crossed her face. Best not to think about the past, it only brought bitter memories. She made her way to one of the giant ceramic bowls and carried one to her work station. Then she scurried around the kitchen area finding eggs. The flour...she had no idea where it was. Ah well, she could beat the eggs first then find the flour.
Once she managed to get the eggs out, she tried to walk as fast as she could without dropping any of the eggs to her workstation. Placing them on the counter, she carefully took one and began to crack them into the bowl, one by one. She had to use a lot of eggs before she felt like the concoction had enough, but then came the easy and numbing part: whisking. Taking a large spoon, she began to beat the eggs into submission with a grunt, keeping the bowl on the counter because she knew she would drop it if she wasn't careful. She would rather not be like that oaf who dropped the dishes, thank you very much.
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