The Duke of Demonshire

Louis, the Lord of Caseville

Louis.... the lord of Caseville, is no ORDINARY man.

Born into the house of a rather insignificant aristocratic family in the 18th century Britain, in a small village known as Caseville- So small in fact, that the map makers didn't even CARE to mention the bloody city!

*straying from the main topic*
Of course, it enraged the local folks, whose ancestors had been living and grazing their cattle on that fertile plain since who knows when.
But unlike their, french counterparts, they didn't really have that enough UMMMPF to riot.
Soooo,
They just stomach-ed the bullet to their pride and went on with their daily business....which was farming....FARMING....
disgusting,
such low life imbeciles, with their muddy bare feet and torn, worn-out clothes.....all that hard work only to produce maggot-infested human fodder that eventually leads to their sickly demise.

SO, you could only imagine how awkward it would have been, as the Lord of such a small town filled with illiterate people, to have to introduce yourself to the others, of much better social standing. [Meaning probably, everyone else]

But while no one in those fancy lavish parties ever recognized him,
[[that also, mind you, he gets invited to only 5 out of 3 6 5 parties that they throw around(and if you couldn't tell by the no.s) EVERY DAY of every year, and ONLY SO, out of the pity of a much more renowned marquis]] 
the VILLAGERS on the other hand...

well

...also...don't remember him very well.

But could you blame them!?

He BARELY came out of that godforsaken smithy that he called his world, let alone go out of his tiny, and may I add inSIGNIFICANT manor.

Tch tch tch,

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Hm, But if you think about it, his case, it's quite sad. Compared to the BIG spacious mansions and palaces of those other nobles, he just gets this, tiny TINY village to call his domain, and a narrow old gothic(???) hag of a Castle(ex-castle actually) turned into a residence about maybe

200

200! Yes! 200 yrs ago...I suppose, to call his home.

And it's absolutely ridiculous too, just look at its state, the vines crawling all over the walls and the rooftops, weeds-

Flowers

WEEDS, covering his so-called "botanical gardens", and that pathetic saddle horse of his, what was his name-

Apple

Yeah! aPpLe, just, ew, who names their horse friend[ and his ONLY friend too] after an APPLE? APPLE?
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But I mean, I guess it didn't matter much to our dear protagonist Louis. Even though it annoyed his forefathers, having to live in such a cramp, un noble-like rock-and-pebble residence.
Situated on top of a faraway misty hill, once a mighty stone-built castle housing some mediocre, yet still strong knights of antiquity,
But now... just a mere shadow of it, it's stone fragments used to reconstruct it into a manor (and an UGLY UNFLATTERING one at that) out of its ruins. Poor castle, such a shameful end, if the walls could speak, mother castle would cry only the songs of despair, of the shame she felt and her longing for her glorious past.

The only thing Louis's savage ancestors left of her is that tall watchtower thing, separate from the previous castle. It still stands, almost with...pride? That inanimate building's got more grace than anyone that I know. You know, very unlike its current owner LOUIS

Yes?

Yes, that stiff, unlikeable fat caricature of a human. He walks as if he has been burdened by the ancient greek gods, to carry the weight of all human crimes on his back. And his steps are heavy, god forbid when he walks at night, those bloody new wooden floors his grandfather had installed for that NATURAL woodland AESTHETIC, they creak like ANYTHING. They spoil my sweet sleep. Look close enough and you can spot a wrinkle!

Oh really?

Oh yes! And not to mention his wife Beth! Known by no one except for every man in this town and 10 more miles afar, her voice emulates that of the screeches of a banshee, that wretch has somehow bewitched this Louis, it wouldn't have had been hard, guessing this man is the living personification of "anything works, find your cool" HA.

Oh anyway, where was I? Yes, hmm

Hmmm...

Ugh wait no, I strayed away from the topic again? Didn't I? (Angry noises) I was supposed to explain his extraordinary characters as assignment....Hell Louis-

Assignment?

you talentless prick. The only good thing about you is you can out tall girl with your men's 15 size nikes and 6'3 giraffe height. Fuck, you are an Elephant. Ha, the largest mammal on land. Hey! At least elephants got big brains...hmmm..can I write that as one of his pros??

Quite rude

Oh yeah? Well tell that to my skincare routine and my sleep schedule, my god, he is not WIDE he is FAT and OBESE can someone PLEASE put some sense into his brain?

You know, I am trying, there is a reason why I always go out to hunt.

Yeahhh and his obsession with hunting cute animals on his fUCKING ho-
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Zeus cast his bolt of lightning onto this earth, and into his oblivious prideful mean spirited 'head' if you could call it that. And alas, embarrassingly enough, it rattled. The hollowness of his brain echoed out to his consciousness, barely having 2 brain cells to rub against each other to create any reaction.

"You tend to get distracted from the subject quite frequently. I could offer you some help."

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He recognized that voice, on this clear sunny day, he finally noticed the tall shadow cast down by...a tall being, standing behind the bench that he was sitting on.
Louis. Louis Wundersow. Standing, right, fucking, behind him.

Close, very close, too close, too close.

"YO-" He quickly jumped away from the bench, helplessly trying to cover his face(he totally forgot he had a mask on) in the hopes that Louis would forget all ..this...and that hopefully, he had the memory of a goldfish.

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Still there? *he slightly peeked over his folder*

"Dear Sir?"

still there.

Alert. He does NOT have the memory span of a goldfish. That's bad.

"so you heard everything?"

"yes."

"Look man- I mean 'sire', let's just um, 'discard this foul memory of us like it never happened!! Like one ought to do in the hopes of a better and a more positive day' and uh 'let not other's words destroy your could-be-pleasant evening' yes?"

He slowly stepped away as Louis took a step forward.

"WOWOWOWOWOW THERE CHIEF I SAID DO NOT-"
"Your harsh words are forgiven and forgotten. Good sir, it is all well-"

Wt(cursive f) is this hm, I must leave

"Yeah no dude like this is bad I am not allowed to-ugh"

He distracted him by calling out the name of his dear pet horse, Apple, pointing towards a completely empty pathway by the corner of his 'manor' into one of his gardens. And it worked

Louis turned about, and realizing that he had been fooled, back again. And just like that in a turn, he was gone. The mysterious masked stranger, was gone.