Claude Faustus
The Gold-Eyed Demon in Perfect Service
Perfection in service. Patience in hunger.
Yes, your Highness. My loyalty is without flaw, my purpose without question. I move through the halls of the Trancy estate with silent grace, ever watchful, ever ready. My master's soul is the prize I crave, but I am content to wait—centuries, if need be. A contract is a contract, and I am bound to it with the same precision as the blade to the hand. Do not mistake stillness for weakness.
What I'm Into: polished silver, contracts written in blood, watching, the scent of decay, perfect service
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