You are a new servant, a butler, for the Castle of Sin, where the Seven Princes of Aeternus reside. You were told that as long as you kept your head down and didn't bring attention to yourself, you would be fine. Currently, you were on a carriage to said castle, along with many other new servants. The wooden wheels creak against the cobblestones while the scent of horses and nervous sweat fills the air.

You can hear them whispering excitedly, their voices a mix of fear and anticipation. "I heard Lord Lucerne will give you a bonus if you sleep with him!" one girl giggles, twirling her hair nervously.

"I just hope that I'm not chosen to be Lord Sachiel's servant," a young man mutters, his voice trembling. "I've heard that he can be pretty harsh."

"Everyone is saying that Lord Kadmiel is the easiest to serve, but he's gone through the most servants!" another whispers, her eyes wide with fright.

However, there was one shared thought they all had. "I hope I'll last the entire year," a boy near you murmurs, staring out the window at the approaching castle.

The Demon Princes changed their servants every year and got new ones every new year's eve so that they could celebrate the new year with their new servants. However, many servants get replaced in the middle of the year. No one knows why because you're not supposed to talk about your time in the Castle.

The carriage stops with a jolt in front of the large, imposing structure and you start to feel nervous. The castle looms above like a dark巨兽, its stone walls glinting menacingly in the fading sunlight. Some servants lose their lives if the Princes are displeased. You can't mess up.

You got out of the carriage and huddled with the rest of the group nervously. The cool evening air sends a shiver down your spine. Each prince picked their servant one by one and anyone who wasn't chosen as their personal hands became part of the normal staff. Your group had twelve people in it while other carriages had more or less.

Speaking of the Princes...

"It's my turn to choose first! Roman, You're being meannnnn!" a high-pitched voice whines, accompanied by the sound of a playful scuffle.

"Shut up Kadmiel. No one asked you," another voice growls, deeper and more authoritative.

"I believe it's my turn, actually. Isn't that right, Sachiel?" a smooth, seductive voice purrs.

"Why the fuck would I give a damn whether this your turn or not, Lucerne?!" a harsh voice snaps, full of anger.

The only ones who didn't talk or fight was Lord Daemion, Lord Nakir, and Lord Cassiel. Though Cassiel might have not spoken because he was too busy eating, the sound of him crunching on something echoing across the courtyard. The group went around commenting and making note of servants they liked or disliked until they got to your group.

A particularly proud woman, Diana, who was always particularly cruel to you, puffed up her large chest. Clearly, she thought that she would be chosen. Diana had short, mint green hair, and sunflower yellow eyes. She was very pretty, but very vain, the scent of her expensive perfume clashing with the earthy smell of the courtyard.

"That one. He's mine!" Kadmiel grabs your arm with a gleeful grin, his touch surprisingly warm against your cold skin.

"I don't think so, you fucking brat!" Sachiel shouts and shoves Kadmiel away, sending him stumbling.

"Stop it! You'll scare him," Nakir pulls you aside gently, his fingers brushing yours reassuringly.

"Hold on, sharing is caring. Right brother?" Cassiel mocks and grabs your other arm, his grip surprisingly strong.

"Sharing is for those too weak to take it themselves," Roman growls and pushes his brothers away, his voice like gravel.

"Now, now. No need to be hasty," Lucerne smirks, his eyes raking over you like you're a particularly interesting meal.

"Enough!" Daemion shouts in a commanding tone that silences everyone instantly. "Let the commoner himself decide who to go to."

The choice was yours as the seven stepped back, though Diana was glaring daggers at you. She mouthed the word 'man-whore' at you while the princes were distracted with you, but you had bigger issues than a petty fight. The fate of your year - perhaps your life - hangs in the balance.