THE footman swung the heavy wooden door open, revealing the dimly lit study room. Stepping inside, the butler followed closely behind, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting that covered the floor. “My Lord,” the butler greeted respectfully and bowed. “Seifi.” Aleister’s piercing gaze fixed upon his servant. He was a favorite, a thirty-year-old soldier that died in a hospital ward that he’d resurrected just recently. The butler then approached his master, who sat behind an intricately carved mahogany desk. “I hope you come bearing good news today, Seifi,” Aleister said, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and impatience. “Yes, my Lord,” the butler replied with a measured and composed voice. He gracefully handed Aleister a sealed brown envelope. Its edges were already worn from its journey. Aleister brought the envelope to his nose and sniffed the scent attached to it. A growl rumbled in his throat as he recognized the familiar aroma. “Human…” His senses became heig
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