"Grave Sin"

He was now on his way to take the class of the servant of the mansion.
"Mr Hudson" he roared as he walked into the living room.
"Mr Hudson!" He yelled in anger again as he did not receive any response.
Just after a moment his Butler came running on his toes. He was panting heavily as he entered the living room.
"Are all the servants dead?! Rayven asked in rage.
"S- sorry sir, I quite couldn't follow-

"Where are all the servants? Rayven asked straight with a death glare.
Poor butler gulped subconsciously and tried to speak.
"S- sir, is everything alright-
"That's not...the answer of my question, Mr.Hudson Peterson" Rayven chewed, making the butler realize that he was in trouble.
"T- they are in their s- servant quarters, probably" Butler stammered.
"Get them fucking out of there and gather here! Ten minutes you've got to do that!" Rayven instructed in agony.
"Y- yes sir! Right away ``Butler said and ran back to the servant quarters as fast as a bullet.
Right after 10 minutes every single servant of the mansion was standing there in the living room in front of him with their head down as he sat there on the king size sofa like a devil king ready to behead one of them.
He glanced at them with knitted brows.
"Explain" only a word he said and no one couldn't dare to utter anything.
"Are you all deaf?! He asked firmly.
"Sir, w- what happened. Did we make a mistake? One of the servants dared to ask.
"Mistake!" He lowered his head down for a bit and laughed.
"Why does everybody keep asking me questions instead of answering me!" He almost whispered to himself as the demons do.
"A whole damn freaking rascal was chasing my girl in this mansion and none of you were fucking present here! Why the fuck?! He spoke demonically, causing everybody's mouth to hang open in shock.
"S- sir, sorry Sir! It was Anthony's birthday (a servant's name). So, we all were having a little celebration at his quarter. Someone explained.
We've committed a grave sin, sir" a female servant sat down on her knees in front of him as she realized what had been done. Soon after every single one of them followed her actions too.
"Grave sin you said huh! You all should be in grave by now for that! What say! He asked as if he was amused at his own idea.
"N- no Sir. Sir, please" please forgive us this time please sir" she pleaded.
"I don't waste my money on you all for committing grave sin and especially at my place! If you're no use to me you better get lost! You all are fired! His thunderous voice echoed around the living room causing thirty eight servants of the mansion to look up at him in disbelief.
"Except you Mr Hudson, because you were gone for your medical checkup with my permission" he declared.
"Sir, ple-
"Mr Hudson! Clear their accounts and kick them all out! Recruit new staff tomorrow! He stated his final words as he narrowed his eyes at the person kneeling in front of him.
"Better sir" Mr Hudson answered with respect.
No one dared to speak further because they knew that sparing their lives was itself a reward for their service they had done here.
He got up and addressed his clothes as the rude devil king he was! Then without glancing at them even for the last he walked out of the living room gracefully.
He headed towards the kitchen, straight. There he poured himself a glass of ice cold water and gulped it down.
"A dangerous Mafia, feared by the whole world, failed to protect his own girl, huh" he chuckled slowly in sadness.
"How could you be so irresponsible Rayven? How could you! He questioned himself.
"What's the point of your strength when you can't even know what's going on under your nose. You were literally raising a snake in your home! Rayven thought in agony.
He then took out a bottle of red wine out of his expensive old collection and grabbed a wine glass while he sat there on one of the moving chairs placed near the bar counter in the kitchen. He poured himself wine, filling the glass half. He took it in between his elegant fingers and swung it around slowly. His eyes were fixed at wine wine but his thoughts were traveling somewhere else.
"The person whom I thought of as my little brother he- he turned out to be a snake" he thought and sipped the wine.
"Why did he have to do this to me! I should've just killed him on the spot so it could hurt less. But as he is injured now and must be in great pain...
"It's making my heart ache! Why does it have to be him out of all people! The corners of Rayven's eyes shone as if wet. He gulped down the remaining wine in the glass in one go.
He still was not able to feel at peace.
"I'm sorry Emilia. I couldn't protect you" he hid his face in his hands as he whispered to himself.
"She must be very upset now! "My poor little one" he stood up from his place and his feet started to walk in the direction where her room was, without his permission as her thoughts passed through his mind.
He stood there staring at the door of her room. He looked down and scratched the back of his head as he breathed deeply.
Then he moved his hand forward and twisted the door knob with his hand. Slowly, he opened the door hoping that she would be sleeping.
There, right in the middle of the room, she was sleeping like a baby while holding a pillow on the queen size bed.
It seemed that she was holding onto that pillow for her dear life. He stopped and stood in the middle of the door.
He smiled as he saw her sleeping peacefully.


To be continued...
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