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favorite butler?

Khi nói đến những quản gia yêu thích, tôi thích tất cả bọn họ. Nhưng nếu phải chọn người tôi yêu thích nhất, đó sẽ là Berrien, vì tôi đã gắn bó với anh ấy từ khi bắt đầu chơi game hơn hai năm trước. Còn về người gây ấn tượng nhất, đó là Boschi, cả tính cách và hành động của anh ấy đều thực sự nổi bật đối với tôi. OvO

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Open Q&A session

Feel free to ask me anything! OvO

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[Rap OC rambling with Sana]

Akuneko's OC {Aruji}: If we're talking about who made the biggest first impression on the demon butlers? ____________________________________________________________

First, there's Tokugawa Sayaka [What's impressive about her is… Without saying a word, she points her weapon directly at the demon butler (the first person she met was Berrien… The reason is that she detected the aura of a demon, so as soon as she confirms that the person in front of her is an enemy, she will execute them immediately. Her hatred for demons is too deep…] Second is Bush Issac [Akuneko X ZZZ] [What's impressive about him is that he's dressed as a butler with a rabbit head (fake head), and doesn't speak at all. The first time he met the angel, after confirming that he was the target, this guy used a bizarre weapon (actually two scissor-like swords) to quickly deal with him without any assistance. After confirming that there was nothing more to do, he took off the ring and left immediately.]

Third is Kain [Akuneko x Touken Ranbu] [What makes him impressive is his appearance, dressed in traditional Eastern kimono with a headscarf covering his head, along with his mature, sometimes distant personality, always speaking calmly and mysteriously. He never reveals his past, only stating that any personal information is unnecessary. He only comes when necessary and rarely stays for too long. Some butlers suspect that the name he's using is a fake.]

Fourth is Noctis [Akuneko X HSR] [What's impressive is that the OCs have a childlike appearance, small stature, and are sometimes mistaken for girls or compared to dolls because of their looks. They wear outerwear that resembles medical uniforms and are barefoot. Most impressive is Lono, because when he tried to lift them to move to the place where the angel appeared… he felt they were too light, so light that he thought he was lifting a teddy bear, not a person.] ________________________________________________________________

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Frequently Asked Questions

Does anyone else wonder like I do? When I look at the symbols on the book Aruji uses to unleash the butlers' powers, I wonder if the arrangement has any hidden meaning? Also, why is the book so thick, yet only the power-unleashing pages are available, with no other information?

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The Idol Butler’s Valentine

Chapter 1 [The Music Festival]

Chapter 2 [Toward Becoming Proper “Idols”]

Chapter 3 [First Floor Practice]

Chapter 4 [Classic and Sparkling]

Chapter 5 [Second Floor Practice]

Chapter 6 [Getting Closer to “Rock”]

Chapter 7 [The Third Floor and “Ai-toru”]

Chapter 8 [Leading Them Astray with “Sexy”]

Chapter 9 [Basement Practice]

Chapter 10 [Clashing Individualities]

Chapter 11 [First-floor Villa Practice]

Chapter 12 [Rough and Free]

Chapter 13 [The Villa 2nd Floor and “Chic”]

Chapter 14 [Rehearsal]

Chapter 15 [Your Idol]

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Story Card [The story of the butler - Learning Etiquette] Berrien Cliane

Translation: (Please note that this content was translated with the help of AI using Google Translate, so it is not entirely accurate and may contain errors.)

Summary of Chapters 1, 2, and 3

Chapter 1: The Etiquette Study Group

Time: Night of that day

Location: Devil Palace - Main Bedroom

Berrian:

Master.

Thank you for your hard work today.

Mu:

Master! You’ll be resting at the mansion today, won't you?

Aruji (You): (Nods)

Mu:

Yay! That means I can be by your side the whole time!

On the days you aren't here... I feel so lonely being all by myself in this huge room.

Aruji (You):

I didn’t realize you felt that way.

I’m sorry, Mu.

Berrian:

Now, now, Mu-chan.

You mustn't say things that cause the Master unnecessary worry.

What kind of butler causes trouble for their Master?

Mu:

I-I’m sorry, Berrian-san…!

Berrian:

It seems Mu-chan still has a lot to learn before becoming a true butler.

Aruji (You):

To learn?

Berrian:

Yes.

As you may already know…

I am in charge of instructing the butlers in this mansion on proper etiquette and conduct.

It is my duty to raise newcomers like Mu-chan to become full-fledged butlers.

By the way, I am not the only one responsible for their training; Miyaji-san is also in charge.

Mu:

Miyaji-san focuses on teaching me about the role of a Devil Butler and about the Angels... But Berrian-san teaches me about a butler's manners!

Aruji (You):

I see.

Berrian:

Mu-chan is gradually learning the rules of conduct. Compared to before, I believe he has grown quite a bit.

Mu:

Hehe. Being praised that much makes me blush~!

Berrian:

However, there is still much to learn. Let us study hard so that we do not bring shame to our titles as butlers serving the Master.

Mu:

I understand!

Studying with Miyaji-san is a bit boring... But learning about etiquette is fun, so I’ll do my best!

Aruji (You):

Calling it "boring" is a bit...

If he heard you say that...

Berrian:

Haha... Mu-chan is certainly an honest cat, isn't he?

Aruji (You):

Isn’t he a bit too honest?

Berrian:

That is also one of Mu-chan’s good points, but...

Mu:

Hmm?

Am I being praised again?

Berrian:

Mu-chan, please keep working hard.

Mu:

Yes!

Berrian:

Ah, that’s right.

Mu:

Huh? What is it, Berrian-san?

Berrian:

Master, would it be possible for you to spare me a little of your time on your next day off?

Aruji (You):

On my day off?

Of course.

A few days later -

Location: Main Dining Room

I was led to the dining room by Mu.

Mu:

Oh?

That’s strange.

I was told to bring the Master to the dining room at this time...

But I don't see Berrian-san anywhere.

Where could he be?

Huh? What’s this...?

Mu:

Master, look at this.

The tableware on the table is arranged so neatly and beautifully.

I wonder what this is all about...

(The sound of a door opening)

Lono:

Oh, Master and Mu. You’re right on time.

Mu:

Lono-san!

Lono:

Hello, Master.

Aruji (You):

Lono, why are you here?

Lono:

You ask why? Well, I’m just delivering this as requested by Berrian-san.

Aruji (You):

This?

Mu:

Master, isn't that a very magnificent wooden box!

I wonder what's inside?

Lono:

Go on, open it up.

Berrian-san said he wanted the Master to see this first.

Mu:

Wow!

It’s a dish that looks absolutely delicious!

And doesn't it look incredibly high-end?

Lono:

Well, yeah. That’s the kind of dish served at special dinner parties.

Mu:

A special dinner party?

Is some important person coming to visit soon?

(Sound of footsteps: Tap... tap... tap...)

Berrian:

No, that is not the case.

Chapter 2: The Etiquette Study Group

Mu:

Ah, Berrian-san!

Is there an important guest arriving soon?

Berrian:

No, that is not the case.

Master, I am terribly sorry for disturbing you on your precious day off.

Thank you for granting me your time today.

Aruji (You):

What exactly is about to begin?

It’s quite alright.

Berrian:

Fufu…

The reason I asked you here today, Master, is to provide you with instruction on dining etiquette.

Mu:

Huh!?

Master is going to study etiquette?

Berrian:

Yes.

From now on, as the head of this mansion, you will undoubtedly have many occasions to attend banquets or meetings involving the nobility.

Such occasions are always accompanied by meals.

Since nobles tend to be very particular...

I believe that being well-equipped with the proper rules of conduct will never be in vain.

Mu:

So that's it...

That’s why you prepared such fancy food!

Berrian:

Practical experience is much more effective than simply listening to theory.

Of course, you may already be well-acquainted with these rules, Master, but...

Just to be sure, would you like to give it a try?

Aruji (You):

Let’s give it a try.

Thank you for being so thoughtful.

Berrian:

Thank you very much.

Then, let us begin.

Please, take your seat.

Lono-kun, if you would be so kind.

Lono:

Understood.

Pardon me while I serve you.

First, here is the appetizer.

Mu:

Whoa!

It looks delicious!

Berrian:

Mu-chan.

It isn't that you aren't allowed to speak, but please try to maintain a more elegant demeanor.

Mu:

Y-yes, I’m sorry.

Berrian:

Now, Master.

Please, enjoy.

Aruji (You):

Itadakimasu (Thank you for the meal).

Berrian: You are doing very well, Master.

...Mmm! This is delicious.

Berrian:

Now then, next, let us try the fish appetizer.

The fish is a bit large, isn't it?

Hold the knife in your dominant hand and the fork in the other...

Please cut the food into bite-sized pieces with the knife before eating.

Aruji (You):

Like this?

Berrian:

Yes, Master.

Now, here is a question: You are currently holding the knife in your dominant hand and the fork in the other.

When bringing the cut food to your mouth, should you switch the fork to your dominant hand?

Aruji (You):

Eat it as is, without switching hands.

Berrian: As expected of the Master. You are very well-informed.

Switch the fork to the dominant hand before eating.

Berrian: Master, I’m afraid that is the incorrect answer.While dining rules can vary by region...In these Central Lands, switching the hand holding the knife and fork is considered a breach of etiquette.

Mu:

Huh!? Really!?

I usually switch because it's hard to eat otherwise!

Lono:

I know how you feel, Mu.

I used to make that mistake and get lectured all the time.

Um...

If I remember correctly, it’s called...

"British style" etiquette... right?

Berrian:

You have a good memory, Lono-kun.

Yes, that is correct. In these Central Lands, since ancient times, the formal rules of conduct known as the "British style" have always been considered the proper standard.

Mu:

What is "British"?

Berrian:

It sounds like the name of a country...

But in truth, even I do not know the details of its origin.

For now, let us put those minor details aside...

We only need to remember the rules of the etiquette itself.

Now then, next is the soup.

Mu:

T-the soup is next...

Aruji (You): I'm feeling a bit nervous...

Berrian:

Please, do not be so anxious. You should feel free to fail; it doesn't matter at all.

After all, this isn't a real banquet—it's just a practice session.

Lono:

That’s right, Master.

The goal isn't to be perfect right away!

So even if you mess up, it's totally okay!

Chapter 3: The Etiquette Study Group

Lono:

That’s right, Master.

The goal isn't to be perfect right away!

So even if you mess up, it's totally okay!

Aruji (You):

Lono...

You're very kind.

Berrian:

Fufu, Lono-kun.

You are quite right.

Lono:

Actually, those are just words I heard from you before, Berrian-san.

Berrian:

Hehe, is that so?

Lono:

Yes!

Mu:

Alright! Thanks to Lono-san’s words, I’m not scared anymore!

Master, let’s eat the soup!

Aruji (You):

Of course.

Let's do our best.

Mu:

Mmm, first, pick up the spoon...

Berrian:

Now then, Master, Mu-chan.

It is time for another quiz.

Mu:

A-Again!?

Berrian:

When scooping soup...

Between scooping from front to back (away from you) and scooping from back to front (towards you), which is considered correct?

Aruji (You):

Scooping from front to back.

Berrian: As expected of the Master. That is the correct answer.Just like before... according to the British style, scooping from the front to the back is considered proper.

Scooping from back to front.

Berrian: How unfortunate... Master, that is the incorrect answer.Just like before... according to the British style, scooping from the front to the back is considered proper.

Mu:

Ugh~, I guessed wrong again.

I was torn between the two...

But now, I’ve got it memorized!

I won't get it wrong next time!

Making a mistake is nothing to be ashamed of. Right, Berrian?!

Berrian:

Fufu. Mu-chan is truly straightforward, isn't he?

Since both the Master and Mu-chan are listening so earnestly, I find myself becoming quite happy as well.

Now then, let us continue.

Lono-kun, the next dish...

Lono:

Understood!

Berrian:

Mu-chan.

No slurping sounds while eating the soup, Mu-chan.

Lifting the bowl is a violation of table manners, Mu-chan...

And also, did you just eat every single bit of food presented on the plate?

Mu:

I-I’m sorry...! It was so delicious that I couldn't help myself...

Berrian:

I understand it feels wasteful, but... if you eat absolutely everything until the plate is clean, it signals that "the meal was a bit insufficient."

Leaving about two or three bites behind is the polite way to show you are full.

Please keep that in mind, okay?

Mu:

I-I’m so sorry...!

Lono:

Yikes, Berrian-san.

He’s really getting into it now, isn't he?

Because Master and Mu are such good students, he's becoming more and more passionate.

Aruji (You):

It’s rare to see him this enthusiastic...

It’s a bit unlike Berrian’s usual style...

Lono:

Oh, he definitely has this side to him.

Or rather, it happens quite often.

Usually, he’s very calm and composed.

But he’s the type of person who gets completely absorbed in the things he likes.

Seeing that slightly childish side of him actually makes him feel more approachable, doesn't it?

Oh, boy.

I need to go prepare the next course...

Well then, Master.

Keep up the good work.

- A while later -

Berrian:

And with that, we are finished.

Thank you for your hard work.

Mu:

Phew~

Finally, it’s over...

Aruji (You):

Are you okay?

You look pretty exhausted...

Mu:

Ugh~

Even though I knew it was okay to make mistakes... I was so nervous during the second half.

Berrian:

I apologize.

Perhaps I was a bit too strict?

Lono:

And there's the usual Berrian again.

Berrian:

Is that so?

...I am truly sorry.

I suppose my mood became a bit too elevated...

Aruji (You):

It helped me learn a lot.

Thank you.

Berrian:

Master...

I am unworthy of such thanks. I simply did what I ought to do as your butler.

If you remember these rules of etiquette, I believe they will serve you well in this world from now on.

And that goes for Mu-chan as well.

Mu:

Yes!

I’ve memorized them perfectly!

The "Imperial Style" etiquette is now etched into my mind!

Lono:

No, it’s the "British Style."

Mu:

Ah!

That’s right...!

Lono:

You got it wrong immediately!

Berrian:

Fufu.

The End

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[Akuneko Oc] Tokugawa Sayaka[徳川 紗綾香]

OC sketch art by me ___________________

Character Profile Name: Tokugawa Sayaka Affiliation: Japan

Quote: “Living for others is an act of courage; but do not forget to live for yourself—that is what makes it sustainable.”

Personality: A woman with a youthful and timid appearance, often mistaken for being indecisive. In truth, when serious, Sayaka is calm, composed, and deliberate—maintaining distance and carefully observing before taking action. She speaks thoughtfully and rarely reveals her true emotions, yet when circumstances demand it, she demonstrates firm resolve and dependable decisiveness. Highly responsible, she is accustomed to bearing burdens and consistently prioritizes the greater good over herself. Her care for others is quiet and understated, expressed more through actions than words. Sayaka possesses the presence of a discreet leader: never loud or ostentatious, but steady and reliable enough to make others feel secure standing behind her.

Location: Aruji’s room Age: 37 Hobby: Reading Height: 178 cm Favorite Food: Ume onigiri (pickled plum rice ball), Melon bread Weight: 61 kg Dislikes: Arrogant individuals; those who harm family Blood Type: O Family: ・Twin brother (deceased) ・Parents (deceased) ・Adoptive father / mentor (deceased) ・Adoptive older brother (alive) Ring: Right hand, ring finger Assigned Butler: Boschi Shoe Size: 24.5 cm

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Confessions of a Sloth

I've been quite busy lately, so I haven't been able to write fanfiction for everyone to read. Even on my days off, I have things to do ỤvU. But I'll try my best to write some fanfiction for you all… and do you like crossover stories? Even though it's a short story, it might include character reactions [like Akuneko, Twisted Wonderland, etc.]. Because it's a reaction story, the characters I write about might be my OCs and their stories.

Oh, I forgot to mention the game fandoms I'm in: [Akuneko, Twisted Wonderland, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Zenless Zone Zero, Honkai Impact 3, Wuthering Wase, Punishing Gray Raven, Morimens, Touken Ranbu, Reverse 1999, Hypnosis Mic, Tokyo Debunker, MementoMori, For All Time, Sky ....]

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Được rồi. Mình đã trở lại rồi đây. Dạo này mình hơi bận học nên chưa ra fic nào cho mọi người đọc. Nhưng có điều mình đang phân vân không biết nên viết gì tiếp theo nên mọi người hãy bình luận và giúp mình chọn nhé >v< __________________________________ Ý tưởng fic :

If the capture of Aruji was successful, the intelligent angels experimented on Aruji's body and became angels like them, but the memories of the butlers were gone. When the angels attacked again, the intelligent angels, witnessed by the butlers, summoned their masters in angel form. 4. After the death of the butler, Aruji chose to sign a contract with the devil and went through countless loops to save the butlers, but time and time again, they were unable to save the butlers. In the final loop, when they witnessed the intelligent angels harming the butlers, Aruji's last thread of reason broke, causing them to fall into despair, anger, and become devils. (The butlers did not know that Aruji had signed a contract with a devil)

In the loop, Aruji accidentally went back in time more than 2000 years and met Goetia. After that, there were some contract terms for Aruji to become Goetia's assistant. Before Goetia died, Aruji received the order to destroy the angel in another land (they knew that no matter how much they changed, fate could not be changed. There were things that could not be explained, even the truth could not be known. Goetia's death and Bellen's demonization were still ongoing. Now that Aruji no longer had the ring with Muu "black cat", it was almost impossible for them to undo the demonization of the butlers). When Berrian took over the responsibility, Aruji shouldered the responsibility of leading Berrian to the place where he made a contract with the devil. He always accompanied Berrian to become one of the demon butlers, a strong support for him in his most helpless moments. However, Aruji still had to go through a sense of loss from the deaths of the butlers they had never met but were now close to, so the deaths of those butlers left them heartbroken and helpless. After the funerals, they always find a hidden corner to cry secretly. Berrian feels that Aruji is hiding something from everyone but can't know, and he wonders how they can be good at dealing with the nobles or butlers with erratic personalities (Lato, Lamil) and they seem to be very familiar with each person's personality, hobbies, habits, even secrets (Berian hid the possessed Bellen in the secret cellar) as if they know everything. On the day (the main story begins, Aruji appears) of this timeline, they meet themselves in the first timeline of this world

What if Aruji met the butlers before they experienced despair (except Berrian and Bellen because I don't know their past completely yet). At that time, Aruji was a noble of a family in charge of solving problems, acting as an intermediary for the families of the 4 places. This family has served the Grovenor family for a long time. (Will write in parts for each butler and different types of Aruji. People can request which butler and which Aruji they want me to write about) 4. What if Aruji was once an angel who ran away, chose to hide and integrate into human life. But then one day, the smart angel recognized them. 5.What if the previous life's Aruji (with a personality like a difficult noble) fell in love with Aruji at first sight (forced love). 6.What if one day the butler accidentally scolded Aruji: "Don't pretend to understand me. If you have never experienced despair, how can you understand me?". Meanwhile, Aruji was the one who suffered the ultimate despair. They did not blame, just quietly apologized, took off the ring and returned to their world. 7.What if two Arujis from two parallel worlds met? (opposite gender). Both Aruji have mature charms and have planned to tease the butler.]

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Fanfic series:

Fanfic Series: Continue Seeds in the Dark[main story] Chapter 2 or Event Story * you can choose * { oc Miura Azami {Takashi Sanae}} New fanfic series - oc ___________________________________________ Another:

Little Art Backstory all my oc Aruji ( I can show profile oc before I made Backstory. If you want you can choose one of them)

Ideas

1: If the capture of Aruji was successful

2.[Time Loop AU] If Aruji Became Part of the Demon Butler

3. If each type of Aruji meets the butlers at the moment of their despair

4. If Aruji had been a smart angel

5. If the current Aruji meets the former Aruji who has the personality of an arr

6.The butlers' reaction if they speak harshly to Aruji

Fanfic Series: Seeds in the Dark[main story] Chapter 2

Fanfic Series:Event Story * you can choose *

Fanfic Series:New fanfic series - oc

Art:Backstory all my oc Aruji ( I can show profile oc before I made Backs

Little Art

Voting ended onDec 5, 2025

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I have edited the request selection section. Based on the votes from most to least, I will do it. Regarding the paintings, everyone can give me requests OvO

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Miura Azami {Takashi Sanae} 三浦あざみ（高志早苗）

“Can I still be human…?” A whisper barely formed, cold as a night-breath. A thin light flickers; the clock hushes time slipping over silent skin. A hand hovers close, yet never dares to touch the answer.

Character appearance is built at: https://www.neka.cc/composer/13703

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If the capture of Aruji was successful, the intelligent angels experimented on Aruji's body and became angels like them, but the memories of the butlers were gone. When the angels attacked again, the intelligent angels, witnessed by the butlers, summoned their masters in angel form. 4. After the death of the butler, Aruji chose to sign a contract with the devil and went through countless loops to save the butlers, but time and time again, they were unable to save the butlers. In the final loop, when they witnessed the intelligent angels harming the butlers, Aruji's last thread of reason broke, causing them to fall into despair, anger, and become devils. (The butlers did not know that Aruji had signed a contract with a devil)

In the loop, Aruji accidentally went back in time more than 2000 years and met Goetia. After that, there were some contract terms for Aruji to become Goetia's assistant. Before Goetia died, Aruji received the order to destroy the angel in another land (they knew that no matter how much they changed, fate could not be changed. There were things that could not be explained, even the truth could not be known. Goetia's death and Bellen's demonization were still ongoing. Now that Aruji no longer had the ring with Muu "black cat", it was almost impossible for them to undo the demonization of the butlers). When Berrian took over the responsibility, Aruji shouldered the responsibility of leading Berrian to the place where he made a contract with the devil. He always accompanied Berrian to become one of the demon butlers, a strong support for him in his most helpless moments. However, Aruji still had to go through a sense of loss from the deaths of the butlers they had never met but were now close to, so the deaths of those butlers left them heartbroken and helpless. After the funerals, they always find a hidden corner to cry secretly. Berrian feels that Aruji is hiding something from everyone but can't know, and he wonders how they can be good at dealing with the nobles or butlers with erratic personalities (Lato, Lamil) and they seem to be very familiar with each person's personality, hobbies, habits, even secrets (Berian hid the possessed Bellen in the secret cellar) as if they know everything. On the day (the main story begins, Aruji appears) of this timeline, they meet themselves in the first timeline of this world

What if Aruji met the butlers before they experienced despair (except Berrian and Bellen because I don't know their past completely yet). At that time, Aruji was a noble of a family in charge of solving problems, acting as an intermediary for the families of the 4 places. This family has served the Grovenor family for a long time. (Will write in parts for each butler and different types of Aruji. People can request which butler and which Aruji they want me to write about) 4. What if Aruji was once an angel who ran away, chose to hide and integrate into human life. But then one day, the smart angel recognized them. 5.What if the previous life's Aruji (with a personality like a difficult noble) fell in love with Aruji at first sight (forced love). 6.What if one day the butler accidentally scolded Aruji: "Don't pretend to understand me. If you have never experienced despair, how can you understand me?". Meanwhile, Aruji was the one who suffered the ultimate despair. They did not blame, just quietly apologized, took off the ring and returned to their world. 7.What if two Arujis from two parallel worlds met? (opposite gender). Both Aruji have mature charms and have planned to tease the butler.]

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Fanfic series:

Fanfic Series: Continue Seeds in the Dark[main story] Chapter 2 or Event Story * you can choose * { oc Miura Azami {Takashi Sanae}} New fanfic series - oc ___________________________________________ Another:

Little Art Backstory all my oc Aruji ( I can show profile oc before I made Backstory. If you want you can choose one of them)

Ideas

1: If the capture of Aruji was successful

2.[Time Loop AU] If Aruji Became Part of the Demon Butler

3. If each type of Aruji meets the butlers at the moment of their despair

4. If Aruji had been a smart angel

5. If the current Aruji meets the former Aruji who has the personality of an arr

6.The butlers' reaction if they speak harshly to Aruji

Fanfic Series: Seeds in the Dark[main story] Chapter 2

Fanfic Series:Event Story * you can choose *

Fanfic Series:New fanfic series - oc

Art:Backstory all my oc Aruji ( I can show profile oc before I made Backs

Little Art

Voting ended onDec 5, 2025

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[Akuneko Fanfic]Seeds in the Dark

⚠️STORY WARNINGS IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, PLEASE SKIP:⚠️ ⚠️Warning: typos, imagination! ⚠️Reveals game events, game plot,….. ⚠️Some emotional turmoil ⚠️Mentions heavy, psychological details

CHAPTER 1: The Black Cat's Summoning

The sky was pitch black now. A new crescent moon had just peeked out, dangling precariously over the mountain peak behind the village, casting a faint silvery glow down the winding dirt path leading back to the mansion. The road was terribly rough, riddled with potholes and tangled roots jutting out everywhere, so I had to take slow, careful steps, my eyes glued to the ground to avoid slipping. Today had left me utterly exhausted—from dawn till now, I'd been bustling nonstop: checking old Aunt Zheng's leg wound from when she fell picking plums last month, still swollen and oozing; changing the bandages for the elderly neighbor lady who twisted her knee tumbling at the market, her wails echoing all afternoon; then brewing cold medicine for little Xuan, who'd been hacking away since yesterday, shivering with a mild fever. My hands still reeked of pungent herbs, mixed with the damp earth scent from Uncle's backyard garden, where I'd gathered a handful of fresh mint leaves to grind into a paste with honey for cough syrup. The kid was big for his age but hated bitter medicine with a passion, so I had to sweeten it just enough to get it down without a meltdown.

I packed my things into the wooden satchel slung over my shoulder—the one Brother Jingjing had carved for me from aged pine. It had a clever lock mechanism and separate compartments: one for my notebook scribbled with medicine recipes in my messy handwriting, a few tins of pain-relief herbs (the kind he blended from rehmannia roots—slightly bitter but incredibly effective), a fresh roll of sterile bandages, and the small case holding the pruning shears, which he always warned me to use only when absolutely necessary, never on my own. My stuffed bear Pon nestled snugly in the corner, its button eyes glinting under the moonlight, while the little black snake Na coiled up beside it as if asleep, its tail twitching faintly as if sensing my fatigue. I adjusted my half-face mask, tightening the straps a bit and checking for any looseness. Even though I was close with everyone in the village, I didn't want them seeing my real face—the faint scars around my eyes, the tiny leaf buds peeking from my cheek despite the bandages wrapped tight on the right side. Better safe than sorry; it would be awkward if they asked, and I'd have to brush it off as old wounds or scary scars. That was still better than being seen as a monster, whispered about behind my back.

I didn't want to linger, even though Aunt Zheng kept insisting I stay for dinner. The mountain night was bitterly cold, the wind whistling and raising goosebumps on my skin beneath my long-sleeved haori. The haori was a bit cumbersome with its wide sleeves that got dirty easily when mixing medicines, but I often fiddled with them for fun—they also helped hide my bandaged hands. I didn't like wearing gloves much; they felt stifling and restrictive, like my hands were bound. Brother Jingjing was probably worrying at home by now—he always did, sitting at the low wooden table grinding ink for calligraphy or checking the clinic's ledgers, occasionally glancing toward the door waiting for me.

Aunt Zheng stepped out from the kitchen, clutching a crumpled dishrag, her face flushed from the steam of the bubbling porridge pot over the wood stove. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, her voice warm as always, laced with a touch of worry:

"You're not staying the night, little Zao? It's so late—the mountain path's slippery, and it might rain. I've got some ginger chicken porridge ready, piping hot, with fresh green onions and ground pepper to warm your belly."

I shook my head, smiling faintly under the mask—just a slight twitch of my cheeks, nothing too obvious.

"No need, Aunt. I'm full already. You forced me to finish that bowl of rice with braised fish and steamed veggies at lunch. I should head back before Brother Jingjing worries—he'll sit out on the porch staring down the road forever if I'm late."

Uncle Zheng stood at the doorway, his shadow stretching long under the moonlight, tall and sturdy like the ancient pine at the village edge. He puffed on his pipe, smoke drifting lazily with the breeze, mingling with the woodfire scent from the kitchen, thickening the air. His voice rumbled low, like wind through the trees, with a hint of teasing:

"Come on now, dear. The girl's been dragged around since morning by our boy to check on you and the neighbor lady. You kept her for lunch, and now it's midnight. She needs to get home—her brother's waiting. Dr. Chen must be fretting; he's been busy at the clinic all day."

Aunt sighed, looking at me with that reluctant gaze she always had—like I was her own daughter. Sometimes she'd stroke my hair and share stories of how she once had a little girl who passed too soon. She patted my hand gently, her rough, calloused skin from years of farming against mine:

"Fine... but should I have our boy escort you? It's pitch dark—a child like you shouldn't walk alone. The wild wolves prowl this season; they're starving. They took Old Man Ruan's goat just last time."

I giggled softly, shaking my head again, forcing cheer into my voice to ease her concern:

"No need, Aunt Zheng. I know the path like the back of my hand—been walking it since I was little, every step memorized. And I don't want to bother Xuan. Besides, I'm scared of him giving me a ride... Remember last time he biked me home and we plunged straight into Old Man Ruan's rice paddy? I was covered in mud; Brother Jingjing had to scrub me for an hour, rinsing the muck off my mask. The clothes took forever to wash clean of all that dirt and fishy smell." As for the wolves... they wouldn't attack me. They watch from afar, sometimes even follow to protect me, like silent friends. But those thoughts stayed locked in my head—saying them aloud would sound crazy; they'd think I'd lost it.

Zheng Xuan, the fifteen-year-old rascal—Uncle's son—had been eavesdropping from inside, shifting on his bamboo chair. He sprang up like a jack-in-the-box, poking his head out the door, face beet-red under the flickering oil lamp on the wall, hair a mess from just finishing dinner. His old T-shirt was speckled with rice crumbs and sauce:

"Hey, that was just a little mishap! Blame the rickety old bike—brakes were shot, not my fault. I've fixed it now, Little Zao—ride with me! I'll be super careful. Got this new flashlight from the county market too, battery lasts forever, lights up half the forest!"

I could only sigh with a soft laugh, ruffling his hair through the doorway. The kid towered over me by a head, but he still acted spoiled, always begging for my forest animal stories. But my heart started to twinge then—a faint ache spreading across my chest, like needles pricking relentlessly. Too much running around today; the flower inside was starting to "itch"—that familiar sensation, something stirring within, reminding me I needed to get home and take Brother Jingjing's suppressant right away, before it spread and left me dizzy.

"Next time, okay, Xuan? Lucky the medicine box was sealed tight, or you'd have ruined all my supplies—mud mixed with herbs everywhere. I'm off now—take care, everyone. I'll bring some ginger tea for Aunt tomorrow—the fresh batch Brother Jingjing made. Warms you right up, with a bit of honey to make it easy to drink."

Aunt nodded, pressing a bundle of warm banana-leaf-wrapped mochi into my hand, the heat seeping through the satchel fabric, the glutinous rice aroma wafting sweetly:

"Be careful on the way, dear. Tell Dr. Chen Aunt sends her regards—ask if he needs some fresh wild honey; just harvested, so sweet."

I waved goodbye and stepped onto the dirt path. The insects chirped relentlessly from the roadside brush—crickets mingling with the last belated cicadas—and the mountain wind carried scents of decaying leaves and chilly night mist. My satchel weighed heavy on my shoulder, pulling me slightly off-balance from the uneven load, but I quickened my pace. I just wanted to reach the mansion, sit beside Brother Jingjing at the low wooden table, sip a hot cup of calming tea before bed, let him check my bandages like always. The moon hung higher now, dimly illuminating the path through the dense canopy, and I hoped the flower wouldn't "hunger" too soon tonight, or he'd have to prune it urgently under the oil lamp, his face tense with worry.

On the way home, I had a habit of pausing to observe nature's oddities—like how leaves quivered in the breeze or constellations twinkled, trying to divine what might come next. It wasn't always accurate—just a little self-soothing game, right about half the time, sometimes nailing tomorrow's rain. Tonight, the roadside leaves rustled gently despite the light wind, and the Big Dipper looked slightly off-kilter, tugged to the right. "This means... something's coming that will challenge my life's path even more... Huh? What's that supposed to be?" I muttered, halting for a moment, stroking a nearby branch. It trembled in response, the tender leaves curling softly under my fingers.

Suddenly, a rustling came from the brush to the right—not wind, but soft footsteps crunching dry leaves. I froze, ears perked. Definitely an animal, but unclear what kind, so curiosity piqued, my heart skipping a beat from excitement. I crouched down, gently parting the foliage to avoid startling it:

"Who's there? Come play with me... I won't hurt you, just want to see my friend."

"Meow~..."

A black cat leaped out, its fur sleek and glossy, eyes glowing crimson under the moon like twin rubies. I sank fully to the ground, petting its head—the coat warm and unusually clean, no road dust clinging, an old leather collar with a tiny bell tinkling softly. Must be a housecat, lost from the village at the mountain's base. But as I peered into its eyes, I froze. That gaze... it wasn't ordinary. Deep and fathomless, almost human-like, peering right through me, tracking my every twitch—more "person" than stray. The thought was absurd, but undeniable; my scalp prickled. My heart raced another beat, the flower in my chest stirring faintly, as if on alert.

"Who are you, really...?" I whispered, still stroking the soft fur, forcing my voice steady.

"...Meow~..." The cat let out a long yowl, then sprang onto the roadside cliff, vanishing into the dark woods, leaving only the bell's echo.

"Ah, wait... And it's gone..." I stood, brushing dirt from my skirt, a twinge of regret washing over me as I wondered where it came from.

Ting... A faint metallic clink rang out, something dropping near my feet, rolling lightly over the dry leaves.

"Hm? What fell?"

I bent down, and there it was—a small gold ring, glinting on the leaves in the moonlight. "This... from the black cat?"

I picked it up, examining it closely in the dim light. Quite old, edges starting to tarnish. Inside, tiny engraved letters, but too dark to make out—maybe English or Latin, a few curly characters. I hadn't noticed it on the cat earlier, but it fell right after it left, like it was left on purpose.

I turned the ring over in my hand, the cool metal seeping into my skin. Strange... it made me want to slip it onto my right ring finger, like an invisible pull. An odd urge, as if something tugged my hand closer, whispering in my mind.

I snapped out of it, shaking my head vigorously to dispel the thought, clenching the ring tight. This was someone else's—why was I even entertaining such nonsense? I sighed, tucking it into the small cloth pouch in my satchel, planning to take it to the village outpost tomorrow and ask if anyone's missing it. Small place like this, word spreads fast.

"Put it on..."

A strange voice whispered—from nowhere, not wind or insects, but clear as someone leaning close to my ear. My heart lurched, hand instinctively raising the ring to my finger; it slid onto my ring finger perfectly, like it was made for me. Before shock could register, my vision blurred, legs buckling like jelly. I crumpled to the dirt path, knees slamming painfully into a pothole, consciousness fading into darkness _______________________________________

When I opened my eyes, I was in a familiar pitch-black void—my perceptual space, where I often slipped into to meet "her." Dark as a deep cave, but I felt the cold stone floor beneath my feet, hard and unyielding, and the faint resinous scent from my own body mingling with the damp earth from the path home. "This is... the perceptual space. But why now? She never meets me without warning..."

???: "Meow~... Meow~"

I whipped around, heart pounding like it might burst. A familiar silhouette emerged in the hazy glow from somewhere—the black cat from earlier, perched a few steps away, red eyes flashing, tail swishing slowly.

"It's you, the black cat..." I whispered, sitting up slowly, hand instinctively clutching my chest, feeling the flower twitch faintly under the bandages.

"Hello." Its voice rang out, clear as a human's—not a meow, but warm and calm, deep-toned.

"Eh?! You can speak human?!"

I jolted back, nearly toppling over, palms pressing against the icy floor. I'd always "talked" to animals through gestures and vibes—like petting to show I meant no harm—but hearing one speak full words? First time ever; my mind reeled. My hands trembled.

"Everyone has darkness in their heart... They just try to survive the day. If they stop moving forward, they'll lose their balance in an instant."

The black cat's voice was serene, like recounting an old tale, its eyes fixed on me unblinking.

"You mean they're living in the shadows—if they don't escape, they'll be trapped forever..." I stammered, trying to parse it, swallowing dryly. Its words cut deep, stirring memories of our past nights.

"They try to forget the pain as much as possible... They numb their awareness on purpose... And before they realize it, time slips away... And they die with regrets in their hearts."

"That means..." I trailed off, voice softening, eyes dropping to the dark floor. Those words hit my deepest fear—burying my past pain, living like a normal person.

"I don't want that to happen to you." The black cat stepped closer, tail flicking lightly, its black fur shimmering in the dim light.

"Or to them..."

"Wait... Are you talking about me?? Who's 'them' you're referring to?" I wanted to press forward for answers, but an invisible force held me back like a wall, the air thickening oppressively. My legs felt leaden, rooted in place.

"Please save them..."

"They're waiting for you." The cat's voice grew urgent, red eyes glistening like a plea, ears flattening.

"..." I stammered in confusion, mind spinning, cold sweat prickling my neck. Someone begging me for help—but why me...?

"Who should I save...?!" I repeated, voice rising, but the cat ignored it, pressing on with desperate insistence, tail lashing as if time was running out.

"Don't worry. You'll understand soon enough."

"Yes..." Despite the turmoil—a lump like a stone on my chest—I nodded instinctively, fists clenching my skirt.

"Now open your eyes. You'll meet them soon."

"Wait!? I still have so many questions! Who are you, where'd the ring come from, and who's 'them'?!" I reached out toward the black cat, fingers trembling as they brushed empty air, but like when I slipped on the ring, my awareness faded. The darkness swallowed everything, silence falling, save for my thundering heartbeat.

......

Black Cat:

"It'll be quick..... We'll meet again somewhere." It whispered into the empty, still space, red eyes flashing one last time before vanishing. ________________________________

???:

"Aruji-sama...."

(Who is that....)

???:

"Master, please wake up."

I jolted awake to an unfamiliar voice, laced with strange scents—not the familiar herbs from home, but polished wood and fragrant tea. Still dizzy, head heavy as if drugged, my eyes locked on an alien ceiling: high-vaulted, with a sparkling crystal chandelier. Blinking around, I took in the European decor—Victorian style: deep red leather armchairs, wooden bookshelves, heavy velvet curtains. Then I turned toward the voice. Standing bedside was a young man in his early twenties, hair white streaked with black and a pink line running through, ruby-red eyes gleaming like jewels. He wore a sharp black-and-white vest, holding a small silver tray.

"......?"

???:

"Oh, good. You're finally awake."

???:

"I've been waiting for you, Aruji-sama."

The man smiled at me—a warm, kind smile. Gentle eyes, but tinged with pity. Seeing that, I quickly touched my mask to check if it was still on; feeling it secure, relief washed over me, and I relaxed. Sitting up, full of questions, I eyed the stranger. If this was a kidnapping, the setup was ridiculous—who gives a hostage a luxurious room and a butler?

Berrien:

"My name is Berrien. I'm one of your butlers."

"What's your family name...?" Butlers in black tailcoats serve nobles, right? But why just his first name? Makes addressing him awkward.

Berrien:

"My family name is Cryan. Berrien Cryan."

I wasn't sure how to respond—rude to stay silent after an introduction. Following custom, I slipped from bed and curtsied as I'd seen and practiced: light foot lift, skirt gathered, right hand to chest.

"I'm Miura Azami. Pleased to meet you, Cryan."

Berrien:

"Ah?! Aruji-sama, no need for that.

No need to be so formal. Just call me Berrien."

He knelt by my side, gently reassuring, hand lightly on mine to ease my nerves, voice soft like coaxing a child.

"But..." I hesitated—calling someone by first name on sight felt impolite, especially a stranger...

Berrien:

"No need to be shy, Aruji-sama. Feel free to use my name."

His gentle, caring smile made me uneasy at first, but I relented.

"Then... Berrien..."

Berrien:

"Yes!"

"What... what's going on here?"

I cut to the chase.

Berrien:

"Hmm. Oh dear... You seem quite disoriented."

(Who wouldn't be, waking up to this??) I thought, staying silent to listen.

Berrien:

"Aruji-sama, please have some tea to calm yourself." He poured from the teapot into a cup on the tray.

"This is... Darjeeling?" I sniffed the aroma, recognizing it. In herbal medicine, teas often heal, so I'd studied them extensively.

Berrien:

"?! ...Yes! Darjeeling exactly."

My guess widened his eyes in surprise, then delight, grinning ear to ear. The golden hue, rich scent, his practiced pour—clearly a tea aficionado, passionate enough to brew it so perfectly. He must do this often.

Berrien:

"Aruji-sama, forgive the odd question, but...

Please look at this painting."

"?" I thanked him, sipping the tea after blowing on it, then turned to the artwork he indicated.

It depicted a man in prayer, tears streaming down. Black wings spread wide behind him.

(A fallen angel... Or demon? But why pray? What does it symbolize? So sorrowful, like begging forgiveness.) I pondered, studying it. Odd to display something so melancholic—inauspicious, even in a bedroom. But if those black wings meant something else... My thoughts tangled; I took another sip to steady myself.

Berrien:

"This man... is a demon."

"??"

That explained nothing—nothing screamed "demon" in the details. What did he mean?

Berrien:

"Fufu... Hanging something like this is pretty creepy, huh?"

"...Yeah." I found it more bizarre than scary...

Berrien:

"But that's because this is the mansion."

"You mean the demon's residence?"

Berrien:

"Close.

This place is called 'Devil's Palace.'

But such a grim name feels like an insult to you, Aruji-sama."

"..." An insult? I didn't get how it insulted me... Names like that usually meant one of two things: the master was a fiend (but he called me Aruji, so no), or everyone here was demonic. But... through my eyes, Berrien didn't seem demonic—his aura felt mostly human, no infernal edge. Maybe tied to demons... a contract, perhaps.

"Berrien... Are you really a demon?"

Berrien:

“…”

He looked flustered at my question, then apologized softly.

Berrien:

"I know this must shock you, Aruji. Forgive me... The truth is…"

Click

The door opened.

???:

"Sorry."

Cutting off the young man mid-sentence, another entered—a man with hair split black and red down the middle, sharp and distinct. His face screamed refined nobility, like a young lord; it'd charm plenty of ladies.

???:

"Oh my, Berrien. Our master has finally arrived—I see that now."

???:

Berrien:

"Right, right. Mr. Lucas! Yes, they've just arrived."

Lucas:

"Pleased to meet you, Aruji. I'm Lucas, your butler."

"Ah, yes..." How many butlers were there? And those vials... He was an apothecary? Doctor, maybe... The reminder unsettled me.

The man bowed politely. Like the other, he insisted on first-name basis, no honorifics, so I agreed.

(They don't mind first names on first meetings? And no surnames—some rule?) I wondered.

Thud thud thud

The door swung open again with hurried footsteps, like fleeing.

???:

"Damn! I gotta hide!"

As I chatted with the two, the door burst open. A lively young man rushed in, energetic vibe reminding me of someone back home.

Berrien:

"Lono… You're being too loud. In front of Aruji-sama, please stay quiet."

Lono:

"No way…! You're finally here!"

Spotting me, Lono paused at my age and appearance but beamed, closing in without hesitation. Their words suggested they'd been waiting... or rather, for the "chosen Aruji." I inferred it from their reactions to my sudden arrival—no surprise, instant acceptance as their master, at least nominally. Especially Lucas—his eyes scanned me appraisingly, curious about my bundled-up attire: fully covered, long stockings, shoes, mask over half my face. My pale skin was powdered to look "lively," but hard to spot. Being eyed like that felt invasive.

Lono:

"I'm Lono! I'm the cooking butler here!"

"Pleased to meet you, Lono-san."

Lono:

"No need for formality. Just Lono is fine."

I nodded, accepting.

Berrien:

"What's wrong? Why the commotion?"

Lono:

"Haures is chasing me!"

Lucas:

"Haures? What'd you do this time, Lono?"

Lono:

"Haures is such an idiot. A-anyway, gotta find a hiding spot…!"

???:

"A place to hide, is it?"

Lono paled like a ghost, turning slowly to see another butler standing there. The door had been left ajar, so no one noticed his entry. Handsome in a classic way, but his face softened upon my gaze, to ease any fear.

Lono:

"H-Haures! When did you...?"

Haures:

"It's Mr. Haures to you. I'm older, you know."

After scolding Lono sharply, he turned to me, softening further, voice gentle.

Haures:

"Forgive the noise, Master."

Haures:

"I'm your butler, Haures."

The self-proclaimed Haures bowed politely. I returned a seated bow, but he too waved off formalities, insisting on first name. Guess I'd better get used to it. Hope I don't slip up back home and seem rude to elders—or Brother Jingjing will scold and make me copy rules a hundred times... "Be respectful to elders," over and over till my hand cramped. No thanks.

Haures:

"I asked Lono to paint the walls. I specified something elegant. But..."

Haures:

"He started drawing meat and fish on them."

I glanced at Lono, sweating bullets and scratching his head sheepishly as Haures recounted—face flushed, eyes darting. It was like tattling to a parent; Lono shrank like a caught kid. But I was curious—kitchen walls full of food drawings? Must look appetizing.

Berrien:

"He drew ingredients on the walls? How unique!"

Lono:

"Well, I'm a chef! And I love eating!"

Lono:

"Don't you think it'd whet Aruji-sama's appetite to have yummy food drawings everywhere?"

Lucas:

"Hmm. That's a thought process I can't follow."

Haures:

"Regardless, this isn't your mansion. You can't do whatever you please."

Lono:

"Fine... I get it."

Haures:

"What kind of answer is that...?"

I watched silently as Haures berated Lono, with Berrien and Lucas chiming in—then alarms blared through the mansion.

_______Woo... Woo...

Berrien:

"Oh? This alarm..."

Lucas:

"Hah... Too many alarms lately."

I wasn't shocked—the village bell tolled for disasters—but I worried what danger it signaled. The butlers around me seemed weary, sighing rather than panicking. Probably routine.

Berrien:

"Master. Sorry to impose right after waking."

Berrien:

"Could you help us?"

"? Help... But with what?

What was that alarm warning about?"

I asked Berrien anxiously, but he just smiled.

Berrien:

"Hehe... It's angel hunting."

"Eh?? W-what?!"

______________________________ Finished chapter 1. My hands are so numb ỌvO

[maiko-36]

[AKUNEKO FIC IDEA] ⚠️ANGST⚠️ Aruji's Sacrifice (Other ideas) {After the final battle ended. But because the existence of the demon butlers was worrying, the nobles spoke up to want to execute the butlers. When the butlers were being held captive, Aruji took the risk and acted out a scene that made the nobles believe that Aruji was the one who deserved to be executed more. When the butlers were taken out, they didn't know about this information until Aruji was taken to be executed.}

⚠️ Warning:OOC , Death Aruji’s Perspective

At last, the battle against the angels had ended. The blinding radiance of their pure white wings once symbols of terror and loss had become nothing more than distant memories, fading away like morning mist. Humanity could finally breathe again, live in peace without trembling in vague fear of another sudden attack, without having to watch their loved ones vanish beneath that cold, merciless light.

Our duty the duty of the demon butlers under my command was fulfilled. We had fought, we had bled, and now… the world could begin anew.

I - Aruji, master of the demon butlers stood amidst the ashes, my hands still stained with blood, gazing up at the sky that had just been freed. The light was no longer blinding like the day the angels descended. Only a pale gray remained — like the ashes of memory, fading between dawn and dusk.

Then, I heard someone call out to me.

“Aruji-sama, are you hurt?”

It was Berrian’s voice calm, steady, like an old melody played through a storm. I turned around to see him standing amid the ruins, his shirt torn to shreds, face smudged with dust and blood. Yet those deep ruby eyes of his still gleamed beneath the dim light.

I forced a faint smile.

“I’m fine… I’m all right. It’s just… hard to believe it’s really over.”

Berrian bowed slightly, a gentle smile brushing across his lips.

“If this truly is the end, then it’s a worthy one. We’ve protected this world.”

In the distance, Lono sat down heavily amid the rubble, still gripping his twin blades tightly.

“Haah… finally done. I swear, I’m throwing the biggest feast of my life! Aruji-sama, get ready to eat until you can’t move!”

His cheerful tone, as usual, made me laugh despite the weight in my chest.

Ammon was supporting Boschi; Miyaji was tending to the wounded; Lucas was checking each victim’s pulse. Fennesz and Bellen were cleaning the traces of battle, while Lamil, Hanamaru, Flure, and Yuhan searched through the ruins for survivors. Each had their task, each had their own way of concealing the pain after the fight yet their eyes shone bright with the belief that we had won.

And still, something heavy lingered in my heart a vague unease, as if the storm hadn’t truly passed.

After the battlefield was cleared, we returned to Devil’s Palace. The remnants of angels and traces of war were carefully collected to prevent panic. The demon palace, with its gleaming black stone halls and flickering torches, greeted us in familiar silence.

I tried to smile as I crossed the grand gate, but the unease crept back in, cold fingers clutching at my heart. Not wanting the butlers to worry, I buried the feeling deep inside and pretended that everything was normal.

I told myself:

It’s just the aftermath of battle. Everything’s over now. Nothing else will happen… right?

But life has never been that kind to me. The more I tried to brush away the unease, the more it clung to me — and as my instincts had whispered, trouble came the very next day.

They arrived in the form of soldiers from House Grovaner. They appeared before the gates of Devil’s Palace at dawn, when the fog had yet to lift their armor gleaming, banners bearing the noble crest fluttering in the cold wind.

Their captain, a tall man with a stern face, stepped forward, his voice echoing like divine decree:

“We come under orders from Lord Finlay. The demon butlers are to be detained pending judgment. This is for the safety of humankind.”

My heart tightened. Why? We saved them. We bled to protect this world!

I rushed forward, my voice shaking with anger and disbelief.

“What are you doing!? Release them! What crime have they committed?! They’re heroes .... not criminals!”

The captain looked at me with lifeless eyes, unmoved.

“These are Lord Finlay’s direct orders. You, Master of the Demon Butlers, are summoned to the council hall tomorrow. Prepare yourself.”

“What… what is this nonsense—!”

Before I could finish, a warm hand rested gently on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw Berrian again calm as ever, his deep ruby eyes glimmering with quiet reassurance.

As the head butler, Berrian had always been our pillar courteous, composed, always thinking of others before himself.

“Aruji-sama,” he said softly, “please don’t make this worse. We’ll find a way. We’ll be fine.”

“But—!”

“Please… trust us.”

I looked around. One by one, the butlers approached their expressions calm, not a single one resisting.

Lucas bowed slightly, his tone measured.

“We’ll find a way to bring everyone back safely.”

Fennesz spoke gently.

“Please, don’t let yourself be caught in political turmoil. Aruji-sama, we will return.”

Even Boschi, usually lazy, wore a rare look of seriousness.

“Master, believe in us. We’re not that weak.”

Haures stood guard between them and the soldiers, his eyes burning like fire.

“If they intend to harm Aruji-sama, I won’t forgive them. But if it’s only imprisonment… I’ll wait.”

Even in this moment, they remained composed comforting me, their useless master.

I bit my lip and could only watch helplessly as my butlers were led away, the clinking of chains echoing like a curse through the empty halls.

Later, I sat alone in the grand dining hall of Devil’s Palace, staring blankly into nothingness. Muu my small black cat with glossy fur and bright golden eyes was curled in my lap, meowing softly in worry, nuzzling my hand as if to share the pain. Muu was not merely a pet; he was a companion the soul of this mansion, understanding me more deeply than anyone else.

I drifted back to memories of the past moments of peace that now felt impossibly far away.

Whenever I returned, Berrian would prepare hot tea, his gentle voice soothing:

“Aruji-sama, today’s green tea is made from freshly picked leaves. Please rest.”

Lono would be in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, laughing heartily:

“Aruji-sama! I tried a new waffle recipe today, hurry before it gets cold!”

Bastie tending to the horses, or playing in the garden with Muu and the other animals:

“Would you like to join us, Aruji-sama?”

Haures, on patrol, ever vigilant:

“All’s clear, Aruji-sama. No threats in sight.”

Fennesz, arranging books in the library, sometimes recommending one:

“Aruji-sama, this book might suit your taste. Would you like me to read it aloud?”

Boschi, either asleep somewhere or redecorating:

“Aruji-sama, what do you think of this layout?”

Ammon, tending the flowerbeds, offering me a bloom:

“This rose bloomed for you, Aruji-sama.”

Lucas, in the infirmary, checking on me:

“Aruji-sama, are you feeling unwell today? I can prescribe something.”

Nac, returning from negotiations or patrols, smiling brightly:

“Everything’s settled. You can rest easy now, Aruji-sama.”

Lamil, darting around cleaning:

“Aruji-sama, I’ve dusted every corner! Will you play with me later?”

Miyaji, strict but kind, after teaching children:

“Aruji-sama, my students were very obedient today. Would you like to join next time?”

Flure, sewing in her atelier:

“Aruji-sama, this new outfit suits you perfectly. Please try it on.”

Lato, always appearing out of nowhere:

“Aruji-sama, there’s something I want to show you.”

Hanamaru, hiding from naps, smiling sleepily when found:

“Aruji-sama, don’t tell Yuhan, okay? It’s our secret.”

Yuhan, composing poems:

“Fufu… Would you like to hear one, Aruji-sama?”

Teddy, training hard, drenched in sweat:

“Aruji-sama! I’ll become stronger , strong enough to protect you!”

Bellen, ever like an older brother:

“Aruji-sama, you’ve worked hard. Let Bellen-nii spoil you a bit.”

Shiro, painting quietly in his room or in the forest:

“Hm… stay as long as you wish. You’re not a bother.”

Those memories came flooding back like a storm laughter, small gestures of affection, the warmth in every corner of the mansion. The pain and fear of losing them made tears well up uncontrollably, falling onto Muu’s sleek black fur, darkening it with sorrow.

Muu lifted his tiny head, golden eyes shimmering with concern, his small voice whispering like the wind:

“… Aruji… don’t cry…”

I held him close, my voice trembling, breaking apart.

“What should I do, Muu… I don’t want to lose them… But I don’t know how to save them… I’m so useless… As their master, all I can do is watch them taken away… I don’t want that… Muu… what should I do…”

Tears continued to fall, soaking into his fur. Muu nuzzled into my chest, purring softly, as if to tell me he would stay.

And then, a single thought flashed in my mind sharp as a blade slicing through the dark. If the leader dies, everything will be resolved. That moment, I decided: the one who must be executed… will be me, not them.

The next morning, when the soldiers knocked on the mansion gates to summon me to House Grovaner, I was already prepared. I wore my old black suit, its sheen dulled by time, the high collar hiding the scars left by battle. Draped over it was the ceremonial cloak a garment symbolizing the dignity of a demon’s master, its silver edges glimmering faintly like the remnant light of a long-forgotten power.

Muu followed me to the gate, his golden eyes clouded with worry.

“Aruji… be careful…”

“I’ll be back, Muu. Wait for me,” I whispered, gently stroking his fur for the last time before stepping into the carriage.

The council chamber of House Grovaner loomed tall, built from granite and adorned with columns carved in the shape of lions. Murals depicting the victories of nobles lined the walls. The air was heavy with the scent of polished wood and smoke from the great hearth.

At the center sat Lord Finlay, his face etched with deep lines of fatigue, his black blue eyes hesitant. Around him swarmed nobles like wolves, whispering of “the danger of the demon butlers.” Their voices echoed off the stone: calls for execution, for “the safety of mankind now that the angels have fallen.”

They wanted Lord Finlay to declare death upon the butlers. He hesitated, his voice deep but weary.

“They played a great part in the final battle. Without them, we would have lost everything. To execute them now would be… too cruel.”

But his words were drowned out by the uproar fists slammed tables, voices rose:

“They are demons! Who knows when they will turn against us? Eliminate them so mankind may live in peace!”

And I knew the time had come.

I stepped into the center of the hall, my voice steady, rehearsed through the sleepless night before. I bowed my head in feigned humility, though my eyes swept across the crowd cold, heavy, carrying the weight of demonic darkness.

“Honored nobles,” I began, my tone resonant, like a curse spoken beneath one’s breath, “the butlers are merely my instruments. They serve me, bound by pacts with demons to exist and fight. But I… I am the one who awakened the demonic power within them. I am the one who summoned the darkness to wage war against the angels. If you fear them then fear me more.

Execute them? I care not. They only obeyed my orders. But if you lay a single hand upon them… I will not forgive it.

One day, when this peaceful world grows weary of you—when humanity itself turns away from its selfish masters— I shall return, with the full power of the abyss, and bring vengeance upon you all. I will sow terror, turn your towers into ashes, and you will beg for death.”

The hall erupted into chaos my “crimes” magnified by every whisper.

“He’s the mastermind!” “He’s more dangerous than the demons themselves!”

I bowed deeper still, accepting the role I had scripted for myself—the villain in their story.

“I am the most dangerous being here. Execute me, and humanity will know peace once more. Leave me alive, and I swear I will become the very nightmare you fear. A LIFE… FOR A LIFE.”

They needed a scapegoat a name, a body to purge their lingering fear after war. And I would be that offering.

A murmur swept through the chamber. Lord Finlay looked at me, agony clouding his eyes, his hand gripping the armrest tightly.

“Master of the demon butlers… you…”

But at last, after a long, trembling silence, his verdict was spoken.

“The demon butlers are to be released immediately, under the condition of ‘external interrogation’ for public safety. Their master, Master of the demon butlers, shall be sentenced to death deemed a potential threat to mankind.”

Inside, my plan fell neatly into place. A

Lord Finlay looked at me one last time, pain and admiration mingling in his gaze.

“Master of the demon butlers… do you truly know what you’re doing? This isn’t a jest.”

“I know,” I said calmly. “And I regret nothing. This is the only way they’ll live.”

When I met them in the temporary holding chamber a damp stone cell beneath House Grovaner—they had already been freed. Relief and disbelief shone on their faces as they surrounded me, laughter mingling with tears.

“Aruji-sama, you’ve done well,” said Berrian, bowing slightly. “Aruji-sama! I’ll cook a feast when we’re home!” Lono grinned.

“Go on ahead,” I told them, forcing my voice to remain steady while my chest ached.

“There are still things I must take care of. Don’t worry—I’ll follow soon.”

Nac frowned, uneasy.

“Aruji-sama, want me to come with you? I can ‘handle’ this fast. Just say the word—”

“No need. Just… minor business.”

I smiled weakly, watching them disappear beyond the iron gate.

Two guards escorted me deeper into a narrow, lightless cell beneath the earth. Cold, damp darkness swallowed me whole. Yet in that void, I felt fire burning not from anger, but from resolve. I had become the bait, the sacrifice, so my home could live. Death no longer frightened me. Only failure did.

As the guards’ footsteps faded, I whispered into the dark:

“Live on, everyone. Live, Muu. Perhaps I can no longer keep my promise to stay by your side… But remember me and live happily.”

The iron door shut with a deafening clang. Dripping echoed from the ceiling. Beyond the wall, I could hear the chatter of guards—some rejoicing that “the demon threat is gone,” others uncertain of the justice in this verdict.

Between the shattered hopes and the glimmers of light, I still hold on to one belief: They will find a way. Muu will not let go. And love - our bond - will anchor us through the darkness.

I prepared for the final act: If needed, I would speak the truth to change the public’s mind. If not—I would die, so that they might live. For now, I waited in silence, counting my heartbeats, praying softly:

Live on. Don’t follow me there. Live—for me.

Lord Finlay came to see me one stormy afternoon. Rain poured outside, echoing through the prison corridors. His face was solemn, burdened by the weight of a kingdom.

He sat on a crude wooden chair, voice low and heavy.

“Master of the demon butlers… why? You could have argued your case, sought clemency. Your butlers they deserve better. And you you’re still young. You have much left to live for.”

I shook my head. My voice was steady, though the shadows roughened it.

“This is my decision, Lord Finlay. I won’t change it. Without them, there’s nothing left for me. Even if I fought, would the nobles truly spare my butlers? They needed someone to blame and I am that someone. Let them live. That’s all I want.”

He asked about my past about the world I came from before I was summoned here.

“You came from another world, didn’t you? Don’t you regret leaving it? Family? Friends?”

“There’s nothing left there,” I answered softly, eyes unfocused in the dark. “Losing my butlers means losing my only reason to live. Rest assured, I’ve signed the papers this was voluntary. They won’t seek revenge. Berrian, Miyaji, and Lucas know what must be done. Promise me, Lord Finlay keep them safe.”

He was silent for a long while. His eyes glistened red. Then, standing to leave, his tall frame seemed weighed down by the sorrow of the world.

“You are a true master,Master of the demon butlers. The world owes you its life…”

Not long after, a small figure approached violet-pink hair beneath a black hood. It was Elvira, the witch from the northern lands.

“It is an honor, Lady Elvira,” I greeted, voice faint but steady. “Forgive me for meeting you in such a pitiful state.”

She spoke calmly, eyes unreadable.

“...Your fate was never meant to be altered. This is the end you chose yourself.”

I smiled faintly.

“I know. Then, Lady Witch… may I ask one last favor?”

“…Very well.”

Yes ...yesterday, I had sent her a letter. What that request was, only the two of us knew.

Days crawled by like a frozen river. Darkness and the whispers of guards were my only company. I thought of them constantly of Muu, curled on my bed, eyes golden with worry. A fragile hope flickered in my chest: perhaps my plan had worked. Perhaps they were free now, rebuilding their lives without me— their weak, human master.

Grief burned through me, yet so did peace. Even death could not erase love.

Then came the day of execution. The sky above House Grovaner was the color of ash. Crowds gathered in the great square, voices mixing awe, fear, and curiosity. The nobles watched from their balcony, masks of satisfaction plastered upon their faces.

I was led forth, hands bound with coarse rope. Though my legs trembled from fatigue, I held my head high.

The faint scent of burnt wood lingered memories of the old pyres but today, it would be the blade: swift and merciful.

Lord Finlay read from the parchment, his voice trembling:

“Aruji, Master of the demon butlers, is sentenced to death for posing a threat to mankind’s peace. The sentence shall be carried out immediately.”

Silence fell. The executioner stepped forward a giant with an axe gleaming under the dim sun.

I knelt before the wooden block, lifted my head, heart calm amid the murmurs.

Live, all of you. Muu, my little one… thank you for everything. Live happily, for me.

As the blade descended, flashing like a final farewell, I caught a glimpse- My butlers, breaking through the crowd, faces twisted with horror.

“Aruji-sama!! NO!!”

I smiled through the tears.

Thank you… live on…

The world went silent. Only their cries remained echoing through the square, carrying both pain and hope that from ashes, one day, we might find each other again… in a world without darkness. ______________________________

Epilogue

After the Master’s execution, Devil’s Palace fell silent. The halls once filled with laughter now echoed only faintly with footsteps. The butlers went on with their duties, though sorrow shadowed every gesture. Unconsciously, they still performed the same small habits— as if their master were still there, smiling gently at them.

But somewhere unseen, a figure watched from afar. He raised his arm, eyes fixed on the faint glow of the demonic sigil still etched into his skin.

“Hah… You truly were cunning, weren’t you, Aruji-sama…”

End ________________ No part 2

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[Akuneko Oc] Revealing my oc Aruji in upcoming fanfic

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Name: Miura Azami {Takashi Sanae} Japanese: 三浦あざみ（高志早苗）

Quote:

“Not everything is useless. Everything has its own purpose — you just need to know how to use it. Humans are the same. They’re not entirely worthless; they each have their own strengths. It’s just that they haven’t found the right place to let their potential grow yet.”

"That's what big brother JingJing told me! Hehehe....So there's no need to feel useless because you can do amazing things without even knowing it!"

___________________________________________ Personality: A lively child who loves to play around and often hides somewhere just to jump out and surprise others. Sometimes, Azami shows the maturity of someone far older than their apparent age. Loves animals deeply and frequently sneaks into the forest to play, often without telling anyone — nobody even knows when they slip away. Curious about medicine and herbal studies; always eager to explore and learn from books. Despite this, Azami tends to be quiet around strangers, especially those who seem cunning or deceitful. ____________________________________________

Location: Aruji’s Room Ages: 8 years old? Likes: Forests, animals, herbs Height: 117.9 cm Favorite Food: Flan, soft-textured dishes Weight: 21 kg Dislikes: Closed rooms, doctors Blood Type: ??? {AB} Family: Adoptive older brother Ring: Right pinky finger Butler in Charge: Lato Shoe Size: 18.1 cm Family Roles: Adopted brother

- Father -

- Mother -

Twin younger brother

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Akuneko Fanfic Project

I'm planning an Akuneko fanfic with my Oc Aruji. I wonder if anyone is interested?

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[AKUNEKO FIC IDEA] ⚠️ANGST⚠️ Aruji's Sacrifice

⚠️ Warning:OOC

Muu’s Perspective

Even though I knew this day would come, the sight of the countless angels filling the sky — their radiant forms blotting out the light, the four intelligent orders (Seraphim, Cherubim, Thrones, and beyond) — still made me tremble in fear. It was exactly as the prophecy had foretold:

“Four lights shall descend upon the mortal realm, bringing judgment upon the weak. The last hope of the three heavens lies within those who still live in despair.” “Twenty demonic souls cannot fill the heavens, where feathers fall unendingly. The dream of that long-gone spring will awaken again in a few years.”

While all the butlers fought with everything they had, Aruji and I worked to evacuate the townspeople as fast as possible. Some of the butlers stayed behind to guard us, preventing the angels from attacking by surprise.

When the last of the civilians were finally led to the shelter and the heavy door shut behind them, I turned to see Aruji still standing outside. His hand was clenched tight, his expression dark with worry for his butlers. I knew that, no matter how much we wanted to help, we could not fight like them — and I had a duty to protect my master.

I steadied myself, stepped closer, and whispered,

“Aruji-sama, everything will be fine. Everyone is strong — they’ll handle it. So you… you don’t need to worry, okay? I’ll always be here to protect you.”

Aruji turned toward me with a faint smile, as if my words had given him a small spark of hope. Yet… there was something in his eyes I couldn’t understand — something final, almost resigned. Then, before I could speak again, he made up his mind and suddenly mounted a nearby horse.

Startled, I ran after him.

“Aruji! Where are you going!? It’s dangerous out there — please, come back inside!”

He heard me, but something compelled him to go. I begged to go with him. He hesitated, sighed deeply, and finally nodded.

Once I climbed up behind him, he said quietly,

“Hold on tight, Muu. We have to hurry.”

I didn’t know where he was headed, but I clung to his cloak as the wind lashed against us. The horse galloped faster than I thought possible, driven by some desperate purpose.

When we finally stopped, I looked around — and froze. We were at the Tower of Angels.

It was eerily quiet. The angels, busy fighting elsewhere, had left the place deserted — silent to the point of dread. Aruji dismounted and began circling the tower, looking for a way inside.

If the “traitor of mankind” could reach the intelligent angels, then he must’ve known where the entrance was. But how could we find it?

Before long, Aruji discovered a passage and stepped in without hesitation.

“Aruji-sama, what are you doing?” I asked, breathless.

He kept walking and simply answered,

“If I want to end this… I must destroy it at the root.”

I didn’t understand, but there was no time to question him. I followed as fast as I could.

We entered a vast white hall — blindingly pure — and in its center lay something like a massive summoning circle. A chilling thought struck me.

“Aruji-sama… could this be… where the angels are created? If we destroy it… will that end them? Is that what you’re trying to do?”

Hope sparked in my chest, trembling with relief — maybe, just maybe, this was the way to stop everything.

But when I turned toward him, that same gentle face greeted me — only now his eyes carried sorrow, acceptance… and a quiet pain. My stomach twisted.

“Aruji-sama…?”

He stepped forward, pulled me into an embrace, and stroked my head softly. Then, without another word, he placed me aside and walked straight into the circle.

He began to chant. But these weren’t the familiar incantations he used to unleash the demons’ power for the butlers — no, these words felt heavier, darker… like a sentence rather than a spell. A punishment.

And I realized, with a surge of horror, what he intended to do.

I screamed and ran forward, but an invisible wall blocked me. I pounded and clawed at it desperately as he knelt in the center, hands clasped in prayer, light swallowing his body.

“Aruji-sama! What are you doing!? Stop! Please, stop! I beg you!!”

No matter how I screamed, he didn’t stop. The light grew brighter — until, suddenly, it shattered.

The barrier vanished. I rushed in just in time to see him collapse to the cold stone floor. Cracks split across his body — faint at first, then spreading, glowing with white light. His form was… disintegrating, just like the angels.

He looked up at me, smiling weakly.

“We did it, Muu… We’ve succeeded…”

Those gentle words echoed in my mind like a final lullaby — tender, yet unbearably sad.

I threw myself to his side, trembling hands touching the cracking surface of his skin. The light from the circle still flickered around us, no longer divine — only a curse, a silent sacrifice.

“Aruji-sama! No! You promised! You said you’d stay with everyone forever! Please… please don’t go! I’ll protect you, I’ll do anything—!”

But my pleas were lost in the fading air.

He smiled — the same soft smile from the first day we met, when I, a lost black cat from the heavens, fell before him with the golden ring glimmering in my paws.

His trembling hand brushed my head one last time.

“Muu… thank you. Live well… and don’t be sad.”

His voice faded. His body broke apart into countless motes of light, drifting up into the white expanse. I reached out — and caught nothing.

Only his long black cloak embroidered with gold, and his golden ring rolling across the floor, remained.

I fell to my knees, clutching them to my chest as tears soaked the fabric. My heart burned with grief so sharp I could hardly breathe.

Why, Aruji-sama? Why choose this path? You knew how much the others — the butlers who fought beside you — would suffer without you. You hid it from them, bore it alone… so none of them would have to die for your sake.

Lato. Boschi. Their names echoed in my mind — those you cherished most, those you protected with your life.

But now… everything was gone.

The ground trembled. Cracks split the marble walls, and the sound of breaking stone roared like cruel laughter from fate itself. The Angel Tower was collapsing.

If I stayed, I’d be buried too.

With the last of my strength, I bit back my sobs, clutched the cloak and ring tight, and ran.

The wind howled, carrying dust and the deafening crash of ruin. When I turned back, the tower was no more — only a cloud of feathers dissolving into the sky.

The Seraphim, the cold Cherubim, the wrathful Thrones — all gone. The world was finally at peace.

But the price… oh, the price was too high.

I ran, my small black-cat legs heavy as lead. The sky was blue again, unshadowed. In the distance, hooves thundered. The butlers were coming.

They must’ve followed the direction pointed out by one of the refugees.

At the forest’s edge, I stopped. Hugging Aruji-sama’s cloak and ring close, I broke down completely.

“Aruji-sama… why did you leave me behind…? What will everyone do now…?”

The butlers arrived, galloping fast. Their faces were tired, but radiant with victory.

Berrien led them, his hair — streaked pink, black, and white — disheveled, yet his warm smile remained. Beside him was Lono, grinning widely with a whip in hand. Bastien rode slower, eyes half-closed in exhaustion, but when he saw me, he leapt down, instantly alert.

Haures and Fennesz followed — Haures wiping sweat from his brow, Fennesz adjusting his glasses anxiously. Ammon and Boschi shared a horse; Boschi’s sharp gaze darted around, grip tight on the reins.

Behind them came Lucas, Nac, Lamli — Lucas with a medical kit, Nac fixing his cloak, Lamli giggling softly. Then Miyaji, Flure, and Lato — Miyaji calm, Flure trembling but resolute, Lato as unreadable as ever.

Teddy, Hanamaru, Yuhan, Kawakami — Teddy waving his sword with joy, Kawakami yawning but never letting go of his katana, Yuhan silent but relieved.

Finally, Bellen and Shiro — Bellen beaming like sunlight, Shiro frowning, white hair blowing in the wind.

They surrounded me, their voices overlapping.

“Mu! Are you alright? Why are you here alone? It’s over — the angels are gone!” Lono cried, leaping off his horse to hug me. Bastien said nothing, just patted my head, his pink eyes warm and gentle — I’m here now, they seemed to say.

But their words drifted past me like smoke. My head spun.

Clutching the cloak and golden ring, I trembled. Only Aruji’s voice echoed in my heart:

“Muu… we succeeded…”

I clasped my hands together, trying to call out his name — but my voice broke.

“Aruji-sama…”

The tears came harder, soaking my butler’s uniform.

“Aruji-sama! … -sama…!”

The butlers froze, staring at one another, confusion etched on their faces.

“Aruji…?” Berrien frowned. “Muu-chan, what are you saying? Who is Aruji? We defeated the angels thanks to everyone’s power, didn’t we? And… it’s been ages since any ring ever chose a master…” “Yeah,” Lono laughed awkwardly. “Muu, you’re acting weird. Maybe you’re hungry? Let me make you some chicken breast — that’ll cheer you up!” Haures placed a firm hand on my shoulder. “Muu, calm down. The battle’s over. Everyone’s safe. If something’s wrong, tell us.” His eyes, though, wandered — searching for someone unseen. Fennesz pushed up his glasses nervously. “Muu… who are you talking about? ‘…..’? It sounds… familiar somehow… but I can’t remember…” Boschi scowled, fists tightening. “Hey, stop being cryptic. Who are you talking about? We fought those feathered bastards to the bone. If someone made you cry, I’ll kill them.” Yet his eyes darted around — looking, searching. Lato chuckled softly, but the smile never reached his eyes. “Hah. Our little black cat’s imagining things again. Don’t worry, whoever made you cry, I’ll take care of it.” Flure, trembling, stared at the cloak in my arms. “That uniform… was that what this ‘Aruji’ wore? But… I don’t remember ever sewing something like that…” Lucas frowned. “Muu, you’re mentioning someone. But… it’s strange. We’ve been everywhere — and I haven’t seen anyone like that.” Nac’s tone was gentle, almost poetic. “Tell me more about this ‘Aruji.’ Maybe we’ll find them.” Lamli giggled faintly, though her eyes were dim. “Hehe… whoever this ‘Aruji’ is, why can’t I remember? But if they’re real, I’ll help you find them. Just… don’t cry anymore.” Miyaji knelt beside me, patting my shoulder softly. “Muu… I don’t understand, but I can tell you’re hurting. It’s alright now — everyone’s safe.” Teddy brandished his sword with forced cheer. “Mu-chan! Don’t cry! It’s all over!” Hanamaru yawned, scratching his head. “You look awful when you cry, Muu. Try smiling.” Yuhan’s voice was quiet but sharp. “Muu. Tell us clearly. If there’s something wrong, we’ll deal with it.” Bellen’s smile wavered. “Muu, it’s okay. Maybe it was just… a dream.” Shiro frowned deeper, his voice cold. “Stop making a fuss. If you know something, say it. But… hm.”

I stared at them — all their familiar faces, filled with confusion, warmth, or concern — and my heart shattered completely.

They don’t remember him.

Here, amid the songs of peace, Aruji no longer existed in anyone’s memory.

Even though he had sacrificed everything to save them, to save this world… to them, there was only a trembling black cat clutching a cloak and a ring.

I swallowed my sobs, my voice cracking as I forced out,

“Y… yes… everyone… let’s go home. Muu… Muu is fine now.”

Unconscious Habits: The Butlers’ Perspective

After the final battle with the angels, humanity could finally live in peace—no longer trembling in fear of sudden divine attacks, no longer watching their loved ones vanish under the cold, merciless light of heaven. The role of us demon butlers had ended, yet our service to the Grovaner House remained. The mission to slay angels was gone, but the duty of a butler never truly ends.

That night, within the Devil’s Palace—

Lono’s hands moved swiftly as he chopped vegetables. Unconsciously, he made one extra serving. There were dishes he didn’t even remember learning to cook, flavors whose origins escaped him. Some were someone’s favorites—but whose? In the cupboard, there was always a set of elegant dishes no one used, yet he kept them spotless. He waited for someone to praise his cooking, but the words never came.

“Strange… I always end up making too much. Even during tea time, I find myself preparing snacks, but I don’t even know who they’re for…”

Bastien carefully carved wooden figures, yet one sculpture remained unfinished—a figure of someone he couldn’t recall. He tried to throw it away but couldn’t. While tending the horses, he often heard laughter beside him, though now, there was no one there.

“I promised someone I’d protect them… but who was it?”

Berrien brewed tea—Earl Grey, as always. The warm scent filled the room. Yet lately, he found himself preparing another blend, one he didn’t remember ever making before. He carried the cup upstairs, placing it by the window in the master’s room, waiting for praise that would never come. By the time the tea turned cold, no one had touched it.

“Why do I keep doing this…?”

Haures, walking through the hallways, noticed a loose wooden panel. He frowned, worried someone might get hurt. That thought startled him—why was he so concerned?

“Safety first… I’ll fetch the tools and fix it.”

Fennesz, while organizing the library, found a book with a page marked halfway through. Someone had been reading it—but who? Lately, he’d been preparing small stacks of books, as if to recommend them to someone.

“This one… they’d love this story. But who am I thinking of?”

Ammon arranged flowers throughout the mansion, but there was always one bouquet left. Beautiful, perfect. He’d stand before the master’s door, knowing no one was inside, and place the flowers in the vase.

“These flowers… who were they for? Why do I keep thinking that?”

Boschi lay under the trees, dozing off. Yet sleep never came easily—the air felt incomplete, as though someone was supposed to wake him with a gentle voice.

“Tch… this annoying emptiness again.”

Lucas flipped through medical records. One file stood out—painstakingly detailed, far more than the rest. But the patient’s name and information were missing.

“Who was this person…?”

Nack patrolled the halls at night with habitual vigilance, as if guarding the sleep of someone precious. The thought made him stop for a moment.

“I don’t want anyone to harm them… but who are they?”

Lamli sat in the watchtower, gazing at the stars.

“Why do I feel like telling someone stories about the constellations? Besides Lucas-sama… who else was there?”

Miyaji played a cheerful tune on his violin. Yet it sounded as if meant for one listener only—someone who used to sit quietly, smiling.

“It feels like I still have a listener… somewhere.”

Flure sewed garments late into the night. Among his drafts were designs too delicate, too beautiful—not for the other butlers. Looking at them, he felt a strange certainty.

“Whoever wears this… would look so beautiful in it.”

Lato wandered down the corridor bathed in moonlight. A strange feeling urged him to find someone—yet he hesitated, afraid to wake them.

“The moon feels lonely tonight… Who is it I’m missing?”

Teddy poured himself a cup of coffee, savoring the aroma, then instinctively brewed another.

“Didn’t I promise someone I’d make them coffee? …But who?”

Hanamaru, in the garden, found a rainbow stretching across the sky. His heart leapt—he wanted to tell someone. But who? Back at the church, he would’ve shared it with the children. Here… there was someone else he wanted to tell.

“I always want to share these little things with someone…”

Yuhan ran a hand through his long hair. He had served as a butler for so long, yet someone once gave him hope—someone he had sworn eternal loyalty to.

“It feels like I failed to keep a promise…”

Bellen often caught himself wanting to spoil someone, to give them special treatment.

“Who else, other than Berrien, would I want to indulge like this…?”

Shiro sat in the garden, sketching. The portrait showed a faintly smiling figure, but he could never complete the face. Frustration welled up.

“Why can’t I finish this face…”

Muu’s Perspective: The Master’s Room

In the days that followed, I curled up inside the master’s chamber—the room where Aruji-sama once sat reading by the window, smiling gently over a cup of tea. No one knew why I stayed there. They thought I was lonely after the war. They told me to rest in their rooms instead. But I shook my head.

“Muu… Muu wants to stay here.”

Because here, I felt safe. The scent of old wood, the sunlight through the curtains—it was as if he were still here. They often saw me clutching his cloak tightly, even as its scent faded with the wind.

“Mu, let go, I’ll wash it for you,” Flure whispered gently, worried. But I held on tighter.

“No… This belongs to Aruji-sama.”

A golden ring lay on the bedside table, glimmering under candlelight. I stared at it for hours, waiting—waiting for him to return, to slip it on my finger, to ruffle my hair, to laugh softly.

“Muu, you’ve been so mischievous today.”

The butlers still came to visit, bringing food, telling stories. But at night, when the mansion grew quiet, I wrapped myself in his cloak, tears soaking into the fabric.

“Aruji-sama… everyone’s happy now, but Muu still misses you. Why is it only Muu who remembers?”

Outside the window, a lonely crescent moon hung in the sky—just as Lato once said. The world was at peace. But within our hearts… a single piece was still missing.

“Once again… I couldn’t save you, Aruji-sama.”

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Facts about in-game Yuu (Twisted Wonderland):

NOTES:

This is an ongoing list and will be updated with new information. I'm not caught up w/ chap 6 and I'm not very perceptive. This list is so long because of all the people who commented/sent asks, so thank you Last but not least, some of these might be a stretch/be slightly incorrect so bare w/ me plz :] More Yuu facts [ ONE / TWO ] <- not mine

They've been good friends with Heartslabyul ever since Book 1.

They're forgiving/don't hold any bad blood with the people who've overblotted (at least on the outside).

According to the Harveston event, they can play the flute.

They don't like mentioning that they might return to their world (Deuce's Wishing Star vignette).

Many people consider them a "goody-two-shoes" (Leona, Ruggie).

A good listener.

Based on Malleus' interactions with them, Yuu talks to him a lot more off-screen as he states that he values their opinions.

Loves Grim to hell and back.

It's implied that Yuu invites Malleus over frequently enough that he visits unprompted.

They can be snarky and brutally honest when they're pushed into it.

Comes up with stupid plans that nobody believes will work but it somehow does.

They're insecure about not having any magic.

They want to be able to help their friends.

Has a sense of self-preservation.

Does not actively seek out danger (*cough* om mc *cough*).

They've cleaned up Ramshackle since living there, however, it still looks "abandoned & ancient" on the outside.

Crowley doesn't give them more money than "needed".

Silver states that Yuu is good with swords (PE Uniform).

Both Jamil and Silver seem to think that Yuu is somewhat weird/strange.

They don't know much about mushrooms (Floyd's Camp Vargas vignette).

They're very patient.

Used to be afraid of ghosts until they got to Twisted Wonderland.

They adapt to new/difficult situations quickly and calmly.

They don't complain much.

Very much so the silent type.

The audience doesn't really see anyone helping them out with their situation, so I assume they fix most of their problems themselves.

They don't have any memories of the Great Seven before coming to Twisted Wonderland.

Fluctuates between being observant and not noticing really basic stuff.

Doesn't hesitate to say cheesy things.

Keeps calm in harsh situations.

They know how to play a blowing horn (White Rabbit Event).

Good with instruments.

Not a very good singer (NRC Uniform).

It's implied that they have high stamina.

They're interested in horseback riding and wants to play soccer with Sebek (PE Uniform).

They recommend a few books to Sebek, implying that they read in their free time.

They're short in comparison to Floyd (he calls them Shrimpy).

Grim comments that they're shorter than Vil.

Crowley mumbles that Yuu looks effeminate.

They're a bit of a romantic since they seem to often ask about love stories/fairy tales (Epel & Jade chats).

They have a habit of poking, tugging, tickling and just touching people in general. This is proven through the Home Screen character interactions, so their love language seems to be physical touch.

They get scared easily but is bad at scaring others (Halloween voice lines).

Vil notes that their uniform is baggy.

Malleus says that Yuu has gotten better at dancing (Masquerade Event).

It's implied that Yuu is good/decent at cooking since they have to make meals for both themself and Grim every day.

Yuu is decent at basketball (Ace Halloween).

Deuce remarks about a tiny piece of furniture in Ramshackle and asks if it's for Grim, meaning Yuu makes small furniture for him.

They're a good photographer.

Takes part in photography competitions (Rook Port Fest).

It's implied that Yuu carries their ghost camera everywhere because Crowley constantly makes them record events.

It's said that the game cards are actual photos that Yuu took with the ghost camera. [I don't know if this is true but a lot of people have said so]

Most, if not all the characters tell Yuu to hurry up when choosing a class, which suggests that they're indecisive.

Ace, Deuce and Cater tell Yuu to relax during classes or else they'll run out of energy.

Jack says that he got tips from Yuu while he was working in Monstro Lounge, implying that Yuu might've worked in customer service before (Book 3).

According to Grim, they have a hard time saying no to people, but when they absolutely need to-- they're very serious and a bit intimidating. "You're a real sap sometimes, you know that? Then again, when you bare your teeth it's no joke."

While they won't say no to helping others, they prefer to keep to themselves and avoid drama.

Yuu is sometimes a bit distrustful of Ace and thinks he's tricking them if he offers to do anything nice (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

It doesn't take much to make them happy. (Deuce & Idia 2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

They became nervous when Riddle invited them to a salon for their birthday. Riddle response saying "I'll be right there with you, and will instruct you in etiquette every step of the way."

They're competitive in class-- at least when it comes to Jack (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

They took chess lessons to try and beat Leona in a match (2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

For their birthday, Yuu asks Azul to get something that's supposedly hard for an average collector to acquire.

They're surprised when Kalim gifts them a pop-up card for their birthday.

They own a pair of fingerless gloves (gifted by Epel).

They personally invited Vil over for their birthday party and made sure to have healthy food options for him.

Not very close with Idia.

Owns a glass tumbler that reads 'Happy Birthday!' (gifted by Ortho).

Lilia gives them a CD with his screamo performances.

They were gifted so many presents on their birthday that they had trouble carrying the gifts around. (Malleus 2024 Player Birthday Greetings).

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