• “Painful, isn’t it?”
    The twisted smile darkened her face as the victim screamed in pain and fear.
    “Too late to repent, tortured soul. I shall take the remainder of your life down to hell with me.”
    She opened a black parasol full of frills and lace. With a quick movement, the parasol was swept over the dying body and with a shudder, the human fell limp. A bright, reddish-purple ball of light danced around under the inside of the accessory, both never and unable to leave the space.
    “Mistress Dia, your tea is ready.”
    A relatively young looking boy materialized behind her, his tone dull and slightly sleepy. From his messy, hell-black hair protruded two rabbit ears, both the same color as his hair. His eyes were a dark red, the color of dried blood. He was cloaked in a slightly old-fashioned black coat and black shorts, hands hidden inside white gloves, feet covered in thickly chained boots. A golden antique watch hung from a chain of the same material as the color at his hips, faintly ticking.
    “Who are you?” The girl known who was called Dia snapped.
    “A new servant, my mistress…”
    Finally turning, the rabbit-boy got a full view of his master. Her light brown, blond-highlighted hair was hidden inside a black top hat, but a few loops and strands framed her face perfectly. The chocolate eyes were deep enough to lose yourself in them, the cherry red lips were enough to seduce you. She had fair skin, and was cloaked in a long red coat whose ends billowed around her, the frills of her undershirt appearing at the sleeves and at the collarbone, a bright red bow tied around her neck. She wore a slightly darker red skirt that ended at her knees, and her feet donned red-and-white laced boots that went up at her knees.
    “A black rabbit…” she whispered, and took a few steps forward.
    “I am, my mistress…” the boy took a few steps back. “I advise you keep your distance if you wish to keep your life.”
    “Is that a threat?” Dia smirked, and took a few more steps forward.
    The black rabbit took a few steps backward, as well. “Of course not, merely a warning. My blood is purely black-rabbit.”
    She stopped and blinked in surprise, closing her parasol. “Ahh…I see…an accursed soul, aren’t you? Killed an amount of humans, angels and demons totaling half the amount of the population on earth…no wonder you are the third most high-ranking devil race in Hell.”
    “I am not proud of the murders my race has committed, your majesty.”
    “You alone have committed many murders.”
    “Unintentionally.”
    “Ahh…so this is why my father has sent you to be my servant.”
    She sighed and removed her coat and her undershirt, leaving her upper body cloaked in a red camisole. Throwing them at the rabbit, she bit down on her finger as he caught her clothes. She sucked the blood from the wound, gathering an amount of it within her mouth.
    Motioning for her new servant, he cautiously walked forward. Narrowing her eyes, Dia grabbed his collar and pulled him forward, placing her lips on his.
    Blood dribbled down his chin, and as she pulled away, her lips curled into a smile.
    “You’re mine now, Black Rabbit. Your name?”
    “…Cunniculus.”
    She laughed. Her hands framed his face, and she pulled him closer again, kissing him once more. This time, however, she bit down on his lower lip and swallowed his blood.
    “Contract complete.”
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    “I’m back.”
    “Welcome back, my mistress.”
    He took her coat and undershirt, hanging them on a nearby rack.
    She sat down on a bright red couch, and he slowly removed the black platform shoes she had decided to wear today. He slid off her socks as well, her surprisingly small and delicate feet out in the open.
    “Cuni.”
    “Yes, my mistress?”
    “I’m tired. Just drop those and sit here.”
    The black rabbit obeyed, and as he sat rather stiffly, Dia undid the ties and pins that held her hair up and lay her head on his lap.
    Her hair as incredibly long, stopping just below her butt.
    “Brush it.”
    “Yes?”
    “My hair. Brush it.”
    He silently obeyed. Picking up the glossy black brush, he slid it through her hair, and his master’s eyes began to close. Dia looked so fragile at this moment, so defenseless. The cruel, murderous look in her eyes as she took souls to Hell was completely gone, as was the coldblooded smile from her lips.
    Like an innocent, porcelain doll, she looked like, at this moment. So easily…so easily he could take her life…he could slit her throat and watch blood pour out, cupping it in his hands and sipping it to gain unimaginable power…
    Dia opened her eyes again. She placed a finger on her servant’s forehead.
    “Subside, ye inner demon that resides in thy heart.”
    She dropped her hand and closed her eyes again. He regained brushing her hair.
    Like an innocent porcelain doll…so beautiful.
    And she was his, as he was hers…bound by a bloodied contract that wound their fates together.
    She smiled a tiny smile, and she opened her eyes again and pulled his collar. Their lips met.
    Wound together…she was his, as he was hers.