His Butler, My Brother It didn't seem possible for the cold night air to be so...comforting. Even with the bitter chill that caused the noes to run,ear lobes to burn and sheer amazement of seeing one's breath falling out in a gentle mist. The very reason for such feeling of comfort, was the sound. A gentle whisper that cut through the air, the sound of a magician and his violin. The depression of the world was soothed, eternal darkness was finally given a small spark of flickering candlelight, as a demon-of all the creatures to exist- played his tune, to breathe life into the overwhelming oppression.
Darius was brother to a famous demon named by his previous master as: Sebastian Michalis, having made his name with the Lord Earl Ciel Phantomheim...till his time came to pay the toll of Sebastian's services.
Now, Demon's are not usually what you would expect, though being born from the deep hellfire and screaming pits of boiling flesh would have given anyone the right to assume, and it would have been wise to assume that a few where a little...twisted. It's the quiet one's mainly, that wear the guise of the norm that need to be avoided, for they are among the most dangerous but also-amongst the most polite and rather charming.
Quite like, Darius.
However, the violin that played was not meant for malice, not to lure the people of the small bar known as Gambits into a dangerous pied piper conflict- he was just pulling life into the place. And in doing so, the fire began to roar and waver in the hearth, candles within the chandeliers burst wildly into life, flickering and dancing to Darius' inspired tune. Much like his brother,Darius lived to serve the will of others-to fulfill their needs and give them their wants. And where he was needed the most, was Gambits. With crimson eyes that gazed out at the patrons, they remained behind his rectangular glasses which where slowly sliding down his nose,and yet made no move to adjust them- not wishing to stop in the playing of this melody.
For months he served the people of the bar, everyday with the polite bow and smile that was required of him, holding the dear patrons in his highest priority, well, if a bartender of Gambits couldn't think that, what kind of a tender is he?
His attire was always smart, clean pressed and spotless. His hands where next to always seen within a pair of smart, white cotton gloves, yet for certain times-like playing the violin-they where removed. Not that they where to hide anything mind you,it was completely for practicality and not wanting anything to dirty his hands while he worked...and, for a slight measure of aesthetics.
He loved his job,everything about it. The people, energy, everything! It made him feel like himself and without restraint, he was glad that he hardly ever had to deal with trouble...which was defiantly a large bonus. Even though Darius was, or certainly appeared to be a gentle creature, he despised those who made his evil side pull through, but yet luckily, that had not happened in a long time, and still he held much more destain for the unnecessary show of force...such an ugly thing.
Sometimes, Sebastian would enter the bar and usually when Darius played his violin...however, with news reaching the bartender's ears of his brother coming to wed...he gave his obvious disapproval against the idea, knowing his sibling was going to meet his eventual end. The sibling rivalry was more apparent with Darius than Sebastian, his brother made a number of contracts, became famous and no matter what Darius did he was always: 'just copying Sebastian' which as you can imagine-was infuriating, often leading the poor demon tender into serious circles of depression.
Slowly though, he came to a stop with his playing, the bar was thriving and all sorts of patrons had entered within his time of playing. Now was his time to really get to work, people where lined along the counter, each different in their taste- to which Darius was inclined to oblige too.
Once he stepped behind the bar, orders where instantly given, each met with a calm and polite bow, as was customary for the demon bartender, each met with a kind smile, and the soft acknowledgement of:
"Yes, how may I assist you...?"