The 8 year old girl looked ahead hazily as a crowd had gathered around. Her hands were chained together behind her back and her neck was chained to the wooden stage she was on. There were four other people chained like her, but they were much older. She was being sold at a slave auction. She held her head down as the slave trader stood next to her and yelled to the crowd, “Next we have this little girl age 8. She has brown hair and blue eyes and is very obedient. Shall we start…” the trader stopped and the crowd was silent. The little girl raised her head to see what had caused the silence.
Walking through the crowd was a tall lean man with blazing red hair that had a single black streak on the right side. His hair went a little past his shoulders and it was down. He also had eyes as red as his hair and was wearing a red tailcoat. Walking behind the first man was another man in a butler suit. The men stopped when they reached the stage. “Lord Alexander Daemon, an honor! What brings a highly esteemed demon such as yourself to this humble auction?” the slave trader asked. Demon? The little girl thought as she gave a lifeless look to the man in red. The man looked right back at her and she flinched, scared that she offended him.
The demon named Alexander looked back at the slave trader and said, “I will be taking that girl. This should be plenty,” and he gave the slave trader $500,000. The trader was ecstatic with the huge amount and unchained the little girl and said, “This man is your master now,” and pushed the girl towards the demon. Alex looked at the frightened little girl and offered his hand to her. “Come. Let us go,” he said calmly as he waited for the girl to grab his hand. The girl trembled at the hand offered to her. It had long fingers and sharp claws on it. The girl knew she would be punished if she didn’t obey so she grabbed his hand and they left the auction.
As the girl walked hand in hand with the demon the butler that was with him followed behind. “Excuse me Sir Alex,” the butler said and Alex stopped walking and waited for the butler to continue. “If I may be so bold to ask, what compelled you to buy that human? All of your servants, including myself, are demons. If you wanted another, why not another demon?” the butler asked. Alex let go of the girl’s hand and walked up to the butler and replied, “Nicolas…that was too bold to ask.” The butler trembled slightly and apologized for his words. Alex returned to the little girl and offered his hand again.
She reluctantly grabbed his and they continued to walk to the demon’s home. The girl couldn’t even begin to imagine how powerful this demon was if he could get another to tremble in fear of him. The humans she was with already treated her badly, but she couldn’t even imagine what a demon would do to her. She knew that demons were much stronger than humans and that some of them had different powers. She knew that some of them could even fly with either wings or levitation. She looked at the demon she was walking with and tried not show fear.
Try as she might, she couldn’t stop herself from trembling and the demon could feel it. The demon said nothing though, and continued to head for his home. “We’re here,” Alex said and the little girl looked at the mansion in front of her. It was enormous. The gates in front of them opened and they walked through the grand front yard to the front door. When they entered the house there was a long red rug that led to a great staircase. On each side of the rug there were about 20 demons in either a maid or butler outfit bowing and said in unison, “Welcome back Sir Alex.”
Alex dismissed them so they could get back to work. “Martha!” Alex called and a young female demon approached him and the little girl. The butler that was with them before left to attend to his other duties. “Yes, Sir Alex?” Martha replied. “Take…” Alex paused. He let go of the little girl’s hand and stood in front of her. He bent down on one knee and gently asked, “Little girl, what is your name?” The girl looked back at him fearfully and replied, “I-I d-don’t have one M-Master.” “Don’t have one?” Alex sighed, “Surely the ones you were with called you something. What was it?”
The little girl bowed her head and replied, “T-They a-always called me r-reject Master. S-So I g-guess my n-name is Reject.” “Reject!?” Alex shook his head and gently placed his hand on the little girl’s head. “That’s horrible little one. I guess I’ll have to give you a name.” The little girl looked at him surprised. Was she really going to get a name? Alex saw the slight hope in the little girl’s eyes and smiled, “Your name from now on will be…Clara.” “Clara…” she said as if to confirm it. Alex nodded then stood up at looked at Martha. “Martha, take Clara here to the bath and clean her up.” Martha nodded and took Clara.
Alex watched as they left, and then he headed to his office. When he got to his office he changed his clothes, and then he yelled, “Robbie, come here.” Robbie, or Robert, was Alex’s head butler and also his best friend. He was the only one allowed to address Alex by name only, without honorifics. “I’m here Alex. What is it?” Robbie was disgruntled. “Geez Robbie, what’s with the attitude?” Alex grinned. He gave Alex a look and said, “What’s with you buying a human? And a child no less…now we have another person to deal about!” Alex smiled and said, “Relax Robbie, I’m the only one who…” Alex was interrupted when he heard a painful scream.
Alex and Robbie ran to the baths where the scream came from and saw Martha kneeling next to the tub. “What’s going on here!?” Alex demanded. “I-I’m sorry, Sir Alex. I took Clara’s clothes off, and as I helped her into the tub, she screamed in pain and huddled in the corner,” Martha explained as she pointed at Clara. Alex turned and saw Clara crying in the corner, huddled up and trembling in fear. Alex slowly approached Clara, knelt down, and calmly said, “Clara, what’s…” he stopped when he looked at her closely. “Alex?” Robbie called when Alex went silent.
Without turning away from Clara Alex said, “Robert, Martha, you’re dismissed. Leave the girl with me.” They both said yes and left the bathing room. When they were gone, Alex slowly inspected Clara again. She was covered in scars, new and old bruises, and cuts. Some of the cuts were fresh as if she just got them. Alex figured that as soon as the warm water touched her wounds they stung, causing her to retreat to the corner. Alex gently placed his hand on the crying girl’s head and said, “It’s okay Clara, Martha wasn’t trying to hurt you, and she was just trying to clean you up.
Clara stopped crying but she continued to tremble. Alex sighed as he stroked her head trying to calm her down. He decided that he would have to clean Clara up himself. He stood up and found himself a bathing sponge, soaked it in warm water, and returned to Clara.
I will say this now. I DID NOT DRAW THE PREVIEW.
I found it online and it's kinda what I pictured Alex would look like before I found it.