White Maid (Rewrite)

His Butler & Maid, That Day 1000 Years Ago

*Major, MAJOR smut warning (I was blushing while I wrote it and I think I did good. Maybe too good...)*

Angelica flopped onto the bed with a sigh before sitting up to look around the master bedroom. "I must say, Lucian did an excellent job changing the master suite around. I can't even recognize it as my father's old room." Malphas nodded, looking around the room, "It's the angelic version of our room in Hell," he noted, "I presume you had it designed after it?" Angelica giggled nodding, "I thought it would make it feel a little more like home." Malphas smirked and leaned over her, arms on either side of her as she sat on the edge of the bed. "Oh? So Hell is entirely home to you, my angel?" Aurora hummed, "Well, most of our family is there. My mother is there, your parents, your siblings, the only ones in Heaven are Amara and Lucian. Hell is more home than Heaven ever really was." She frowned, "Besides, we are in the same place my father was slain by my uncle. And the place I lived a lie, trapped for centuries..." Malphas tilted her chin up, "We will only be here overnight, then we shall be returning to the task our young master assigned to us." He leaned down and kissed her before slowly pulling away and going to prepare their clothing for the next day. Angelica looked over, "Malphas," she said, "Why have we been referring to Ciel as young master or young lord? I thought he was our-" Malphas cut her off, "We are whatever he needs us to be Angelica. If he needs us as parents, we are his parents. If he needs us as his butler and maid, we are his butler and maid." He frowned, "Besides, I am not fond of the idea of what will happen in the next few weeks or months." Angelica looked concerned, "What do you mean?" Malphas had a frown on his face, "I am afraid that the end of the contract might be coming sooner than I thought."

The next day was a mess. Angelica was helping Amara with her dress, and Malphas was watching as Lucian fretted over everything and got cold feet. "What if it isn't perfect?! What if something goes wrong? What if-" Malphas grabbed the angel's wing, stopping him from flying about the room. Lucian yelped as his wing was grabbed and he was pulled back by Malpas. "Calm yourself, Lucian." Malphas said, "It will be fine." Lucian rambled on, and Malphas shook his head with a sigh. Why hadn't Angelica told him that Lucian was a perfectionist? 

Angelica was having much better luck with Amara, watching as her friend checked herself out in the mirror. "I can't fight in this." Angelica smiled, "Your not supposed to, Amara. It's a dress." Amara frowned, "But our angelic form dresses allow us the ability to battle with ease." Angelica nodded, "True. But this is a wedding dress. Besides, you have a slit in it. You can fight." Amara shrugged, "This is true." Angelica took her hands, "The wedding will be fine." Amara blushed, "Wha-?! Are you meaning to imply that I am nervous, Lady Angelica?!" Angelica smirked, "Perhaps." Amara threw her hands up, "I am not such! I am never nervous! Nervous is for- for weaklings! Yes! Weaklings!" Angelica chuckled, "It's alright to be a bit nervous, it doesn't mean your weak." Amara folded her arms across her chest, "A wedding is a wedding, Angelica. I can handle it." Angelica smiled, "I know you can."

Angelica rejoined Malphas in their seats, eagerly taking his hand. Her mate chuckled, "You seem rather happy, my dear." Angelica hummed, "Uh huh." They watched the ceremony from their seats. Angel weddings were roughly the same as human weddings, aside from the fact the words said were different in a sense, and vows were said through a bond of sorts, similar to that of a demon's mating bond. Malphas looked at his mate, still holding her hand firmly in his. Watching Amara and Lucian, he felt reminded of his and Angelica. When they were young and in love. He could remember every moment clear as day. He could remember meeting her, he could remember being her friend, he could remember the exact moment he fell in love with her.

It had been one of their usual days by the lake. She was flying around and he was laughing as she splashed him with water and landed in ankle deep water before him. As she landed time stopped, the water droplets flew up like small diamonds, reflecting in the sunlight, and her smile was bright, her silver blue eyes shone like the brightest crystal clear sapphires, her light blonde hair created a halo around her head, her ivory skin soft and creamy.