After I was dressed, I met my parents down in the kitchen. "Y/N." My parents coldly greeted. "Hello, Dickwads." I responded bluntly as I ate the breakfast one of my servants prepared for me. It was usual for me to greet them with a creative insult. Today, the insult was 'Dickwads.' I hated my parents with a burning passion. They were weak, stubborn, ill minded, & stupid. "You're going to meet the head of the Trancy estate this evening." My dumbfounded father stated. "Why would I need to meet the head? I'm nothing important to our estate, why would they care about me?" I asked in genuine concern. There were moments where we cut out the bullshit and actually discussed things. "Because the head is your age, and he's a lonely boy. The individual that contacted us, said that if he got somebody his age to stick around him, they would pay us a heaping amount of pounds." (English Currency) "that's sad. The kid can't make any friends? I'm genuinely depressed for this kid." I replied as I stabbed the egg with my fork. "That's the thing, M'Lady. The head is..definitely not mundane. He's extremely...bipolar.." Lilliana informed. "In what way?" I asked with the egg filling my cheeks. "He's dangerous, mysterious." My mother whimsically muttered. "So you're willing to put me at risk. For money. Why don't you guys go eat shit and let me actually be able to live happily for fucking once?" I monotonously asked with my eyes trained on my food. "M'Lady.." Lillian's warned. "You're worthless, y/n. We don't care what happens to you." They stated in unison. I let out a humph. "Yeah no shit." I responded and shot my middle finger up. "Just because I'm your daughter, doesn't mean I'm your puppet to play with. And even if I'm rich, I don't need manners around you guys. After all, real parents are supposed to love their children and laugh WITH them. Not AT them. Yet, another parenting lesson by a non-parent." I shot back at them. "You know what? I'm going to go to the Trancy estate. I wanna meet this kid. Maybe he's a real doll." I decided. My butler's eyes dilated with shocked. "Y/N!" She exclaimed. "Excuse me? That's M'LADY y/n, to you. You gotta shape your vocabulary even through shock, dear Lilliana." I responded with a tsk. "Sorry. But M'Lady, you'll be in a huge mound of trouble." She gently warned. "I don't care. I'm excited. You know what they say, Boys Like The Look Of Danger!" I exclaimed as I climbed into the awaiting carriage. "I ORDER you to assist me, Lilliana." I instructed. "Yes, M'Lady." She happily agreed. Nobody knew that Lilliana was a demon butler. Despite her innocent appearance and sweet voice, she's determined, she's cold, she wants my soul. I don't know why. There's nothing special about it. When I asked her, she responded "Your soul is dangerous, rebellious, it's dirty, it's appetizing." That response has confused me ever since. Why does she want a dirty soul? Her preference?