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Celia internally sighed as she knelt down to his level, trying not to scare him off. "Mr. Damien, sir, please listen....I'm not going to hurt you, if you would let me, I could help you....," she said, her voice with a soothing quality to it. Her inner angel had come out...and its name was Farayui.

Celia's bloodlust subsided slightly as she realized she'd transformed. She felt herself a bit, and she wasn't wearing the same clothes. By God, she'd actually lost control....her wings were spreading right behind her as she felt for her tiara, and sure enough, it was there. She was exposed, and...

Celia felt Damien's pained aura and became immediately concerned. She looked about, trying to make sure she didn't drop anything. No....it wasn't that, something else was wrong, that had to be it. What on God's green earth was going on?! She rushed back up the stairs, her animalistic...

Celia took it, nodding respectfully. She was trying not to either go mad as she was or transform, the bloodlust and self hate was eating away at her, slowly but surely. She feared it was becoming noticeable, so she quickly turned about and rushed down the stairs to put them in the wash.

Celia had sensed he thought that way from her heightened aura sense during the full moon's day. The bloodlust turned to self hate as she knew she messed up. Of course, all of this was bottled up like nothing else. She went and grabbed the lemonade, then hurried back up to bring it up to him, her...

Celia realized that in her clouded mind, she'd forgotten the one thing she made first: the lemonade. "N-no sir, I'll get the drink right away!" she stuttered a bit, just as she rushed down, worry mixing with the bloodlust. She'd really forgotten the most important thing....how stupid of her.

Celia opened the door and came in with the platter, having included some fresh chicken with the fish. She instantly smelled blood from somewhere, and she was now trying her darndest not to act animalistic, succeeding in part.

Celia finished it up and plated it all, hurrying up the stairs with care to not spill anything, relieved she couldn't smell any humans anymore. She then knocked on the door, saying, "Mr. Damien sir! Breakfast is ready!" She tried so hard to keep from saying or doing anything stupid. The hunger...

Celia nodded, saying, "Yes ma'am." She went to finish making the breakfast, when the hunger started to set in. The bloodlust grew with each passing moment, and she was keeping the beast inside, caged up for now. It was far from being Monday, and she'd have to satiate her hunger by then...

"Mr. Damien himself asked me to bring him breakfast, ma'am, this isn't for me," Celia said calmly, hoping quietly that she wouldn't have to deal with many people today. Her food was taken care of by...other....means, to put it lightly. The scent of all the humans around her was starting to get...

Celia had searched for the cook today, but he wasn't around, which was odd. She assumed he'd been fired and started to make breakfast, thinking a bit about Damien and his cold sarcasm. She was quickly preparing a nice meal of porridge, eggs, fish, and bacon, humming to herself a bit. Of course...

Celia nodded with a slight smile. "Right away, sir!" she chirped as she almost immediately went downstairs to the kitchen, not wasting any time. She had noticed the dreary conditions and found it somewhat like home.

She heard and stuffed her journal away, while running in quick succession to Damien's room, opening the door. "Yes sir? Anything you need, Mr. Damien?" she chirped.

Celia kept a watchful eye through the peephole she had to Damien's room from her little hole in the wall, seeing what he was doing, and taking her own notes. She was going to wait until she had her chance to step in and possibly make a difference.

Celia nodded, unfazed, and just made sure he didn't freak out as she stepped away from the door, back into her quarters, hyper aware of what might happen.

Celia gestured over for one of the maids, asking her to bring out some breakfast for Damien. She then said, "If it pleases the Mr., I've brought breakfast."

Celia knew she couldn't do much now, so she might as well try to enjoy taking care of a child like him. She internally chuckled at the thought, him being a man child like most of the other nobles she'd had to take care of, all man children. She was going to put on the sweet face now. "I promise...

Celia sighed, feeling his aura, knowing it'd be another fight. This was all necessary, and it would be for a few months. "Please sir, you have to. It was your mother's orders to make sure you got up every day," she said. She was trying to hide the pain on her face as her weakened hands held each...

Celia walked out of her little hole in the wall looking a bit tired, going to Damien's door, then giving a firm 3 knocks, which was obviously pretty painful for her. The knocks felt like her hands were going to explode. She winced after the last knock, when she respectfully put her hands behind...

Celia didn't get any sleep that night, promptly getting up out of her seat to secretly bandage her swollen, overused hands, putting on gloves to mask the fact that her quirk was overused on both hands, and they hurt like anything else. They almost looked as if they'd been broken, and somehow she...