XXXCamille Mikali LetheXXX
Under Contract with the Deadly Sin of Lust
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Things were getting needlessly complicated.
Camille was late to checking in on Luke's suite in the manor. Normally she'd do this a little earlier in the morning, but knowing that he hadn't spent the night in his own bed her tardiness didn't really bother her.
Entering the suite, she opened up the drapes and stripped the sheets off the large bed. He was usually relatively self-controlled, but he'd jumped the maids and servants both male and female enough times that not a lot of the staff were willing to enter and do housework anymore. It was annoying for her, but there really wasn't an alternative at the moment. She'd thought sending them in pairs with a buddy system would solve the problem until Luke showed her just how fruitless that was. If anything, he'd thoroughly enjoyed having more toys to wake up to than usual.
Her normally reserved dusty violet eyes narrowed in anger as she plugged in the vacuum cleaner and began yanking the thing around. To be completely honest, she wouldn't have cared whether Luke ate
all of them if it weren't for the fact that it was getting in the way of the staff working in general. Those whose hearts and bodies had been gobbled up often stared off into space, doing barely a fraction of their previous workload. She'd had to fire too many people to keep things in line. It was easier to do the work herself, even if it was menial. and base. labor.
It took a bit of time, but whatever the soulless nephilim set out to do, she got done properly. The suite was now spotless, and Camille sighed in relief. Where was her master, anyway? She took out her phone and began looking through her schedule for the day. There was a time when even just the thought of calling Asmodeus 'master' made her shudder. That was a long time ago.
A message popped up from her calender. Curious, the white haired woman tapped it and consequently froze as she read it. Could it possibly be true...?
1 soul due by noon tomorrow
Camille wrecked her brain and tried to think. Part of the numerous conditions and clauses of her contract with the Sin of Lust involved her getting for him one soul every week. Such a measly quota was laughable to her for so many years, but having been stuck on this stupid island as some glorified maid and having to deal with so much staff drama due to a certain
somebody... she was getting a headache. The message was right. She couldn't remember the last time she won over a soul. And now, the deadline was approaching with barely 24 hours left on the clock...She shuddered to think what kind of compromises Luke would ask for with a slip-up in his hand to lord over her. Over her dead body! Ripping the "required" (she didn't bother asking who was involved in deciding this) maid hair-band thing off her head, Camille decided to make winning a soul a priority until the matter was resolved. After heading back to her room to change into a light violet and silver day dress, the servant of Lust made her way to the casino.