Let Justice Be Done Ch. 55

It was very quiet in the Gremory Castle. The servants, being mainly refilled by the new Genesis Devils as they came to be called were still getting used to their job, thus not having all security protocols down. 

The Gremory weren't among the first ten Pillar Families to get to have their blood offered, for the Lilith Mausoleum to start creating devils for their bloodline. They were among the second ten Pillar Families. 

It made the nepotism less subtle. 

The Genesis Devils while functional, did not seem like complete people with their fully developed personalities, but could follow orders well enough. However almost minutes after interacting with their blood families they would develop traits and personalities that conform to those Pillar Families. 

It caused some friction with the families that needed to replenish their serfs, and had them either change their approach to treating the newly born Ultimate Class Devils, or simply show more ferocity toward them to keep them in line, which they seemed to like. 

Others like the the Gremory had a completely different approach from the start, as they never realized how lonely their homes were without all the people that filled it, and thus came to treat the Genesis Devils with a more familial disposition. 

None of this information was something that the two months old, 5 year old looking, Tuilelaith Gemory knew. 

She only understood that her family and the new servants--although she had known them all her life, thus not new to her--weren't as diligent in their patrols at night. 

Mwahahahaha, soon! The youngest Gremory thought. 

She may have not perfected her cloaking technique yet, but with her ease in using the Power of Destruction she soon would. 

Regardless, using her stealth and her brilliant planning, she would soon grasp her prize. 

Have the birthright her accursed mother had denied her. 

She watched from the shadows as another servant passed by the hallway, were her prize was hidden. 

Ha! They may be Ultimate Class, but their senses sure need to be better to be worthy of that title. 

But then again Tuilelaith couldn't blame them too much. 

None could see past her Ultra Sneaking Armor!

Pitiful mundane Devils. Truly I can not but feel sorrow for your mundane brains with mundane thinking.

Tuilelaith sneaked into the Sacred Chamber were miracles and the true treasures of the Gremory were made. Not that silly basement with gold. 

She had finally entered the Sacred Chamber and it was empty.

"Ha! Too easy." She whispered. 

"Very impressed, Young Miss." Came a voice from behind her. 

"GAH! Balaila, where did you come from!?" Tuilelaith shouted in indignation, and definitely not because she was startled. 

"It's Barbara, Young Miss." Said the Genesis Devil assigned to "serve Tuilelaith as her first minion"--look after her as her minder--and be with her at all times. 

"I thought I got rid of you back at my bedroom--I mean, my Hell Prison." Tuilelaith said with a mighty scowl that would stop the hearts of a thousand humans from fear.

"Yes, masterful stealth Mistress Tooly. I definitely didn't hear you hit the wall multiple times when you have the box over your head." Barbara said with her usual neutral expression. 

"It's my Ultra Sneaking Armor!" Tuilelaith protested. 

"With your armor over your head." Barbara correct. 

"I didn't have it over my head!" Tuilelaith said back, totally not looking aside in embarrassment. The red in her face, is from her barely contained wrath. Wrath she tells you. 

"Ah yes, it must be my lying eyes deceiving me again." Barbara said back. 

"Damn right!" Tuilelaith crossed her arms and nodded. She stood up from her armor, seeing the need for stealth was over. 

"Young Miss, I need to tell you I was ordered to return you to your room, as it is your bed time." Barbara said. 

"You are my servant, Balaila!" Tuilelaith pointed at the kneeling servant's face dramatically. 

"Barbara."

"That's what I said, Barbara." Tuilelaith nodded. "Thus it is only right for you to disregard other orders and just follow mine. A puppy upon whoever ordered to confined me to that sanctimonious vile torture, that the feed us like a poison apple and tell us it is for our own good, called 'bed time'." Tuilelaith growled. 

"But then you will be sluggish next morning and won't be able to have fun. I mean, continue your diabolical plan to take over Hell and then the Human World." Barbara said amending her statement in the end, upon seeing Tuilelaith's pout--she meant, mighty killing intent. 

"Ha! My goals are beyond your understanding, that even when you know them, you can not envision how they will proceed." Tuilelaith crossed one arm, while covering her eye with her fingers, to hide her disappointment at how small her servant's vision was. "That's why I shall devour the Fruits of Power, and vanquish this mortal foil of needing slumber."

"Woooow," Barbara lightly clapped in a monotone voice. 

"Hmph, yes, you should be impressed." Tuilelaith smiled with closed eyes, as she crossed her arms. "Now to enact my plans," Tuilelaith turned, before pausing and pointing back to her minion. "You will speak of no word of this to the warden of my imprisonment. I can not allow her to restrict my growth any more than she already has." 

"I will not say a word of what you're doing tonight." Barbara said. 

"Good," Tuilelaith nodded, and began to search the Sacred Chamber for her prize with Barbara following closely behind. 

"Aha!" She pointed at her birthright. "Hmph," Tuilelaith crossed her arms, upon seeing where it was placed. "So she secured the Fruits of Power behind such measurement that required height? Huh, a clever plan." She nodded, impressed. 

"They're not fruits though." Barbara said to herself. 

"But they most certainly have not counted on my faithful servant, that follows me into the heart of any battle. Balaila!"

"Barbara."

"Barbara, bring me the container!" Tuilelaith order. 

"Young Miss," Barbara looked at the small box , seeing the enchantment on it, and immediately began her betrayal. "Wouldn't you rather complete this challenge yourself, to grow stronger from it, and to show me and inspire me how to do the same myself?" 

"Hmph, you do have some good idea, every once in a while." Tuilelaith smirked and nodded. "Behold!" Tuilelaith began to rise from the ground, her devil wings stretched behind her. "The Power of Flight! My first step to ruling the skies." 

"Wooow," Barbara lightly clapped with a monotone voice again. 

"And now!" Tuilelaith turned toward the container. "Destiny is at hand!" She cried out as she grabbed the box. 

Then the enchantment upon it activated and Tuilelaith was held in mid-air bound by several magical binds.

The box fell from Tuilelaith's hands which were bound behind her back, into Barbara's arms. 

"Wha, what is the meaning of this!?" Tuilelaith shouted.  

Barbara opened the box, and took out one of the chocolate filled cookies. 

And ate it. 

Tuilelaith gasped at the betrayal. 

"Balaila, I trust you! How could you?" Tuilelaith shouted. 

"Barbara." She said through her cookie crumbs covered mouth. 

"What are you two doing?" The matriarch of the Gremory Family said as she entered the kitchen, lighting it up with magic, to see what's happening. 

"What? How did you get here so fast, Duchess?" Tuilelaith confronted her mother.  

"I have alarm spells that tells me when you leave your room, Tuilelaith." Said the exasperated Venelana. "Also Barbara told me where you were going." 

The young Tuilelaith looked between the Barbara eating her rightfully belonging cookies, and her mother, the mastermind behind her suffering. 

That was the point, the young Gremory understood one of the truths of life. 

Life was a game, as it was rigged from the start. 

"CONSPIRACY!" Tuilelaith shouted. 

"Tuilelaith, please no," Venelana began massaging her forehead. "Calm down dear. I just don't want you to have too much sugar at night. You'll upset your stomach and stay awake till morning."

However the righteous young heir to the Gremory name was not having it. 

"TREASON!" If the Gremory home was quiet for the night, it was most definitely up now. "Betrayed by my own servant!" Barbara ate another cookie. "Hanged up like a criminal by my own mother."

"Honey, please." 

"The bonds of blood have become so worthless as to be diluted to mere water!" Tuilelaith shouted. 

"Young lady, you already are not having dessert for the next three days. Don't make me ground you." Venelana threatened. 

"GASP!" Tuilelaith gasped in utter shock at the heartlessness of her mother.

"People don't say 'gasp', dear." Venelana said. 

"So not only do you take away the tools of my future ascension, but also sentence me the pits of Tartarus as a vile criminal, to be discard and forgotten to the sands of history!" Tuilelaith exclaimed. 

"Where does she ever learn these terms?" Venelana said to herself. 

"To be mistreated so! Like a debt chained scion of a destroyed house, cursed to the maid's work of callous and merciless ruler, that would heap upon me the whips pain and despair." Tuilelaith continued.   

"Tuilelaith, I didn't even say you were grounded. I said no dessert for three days, but now you're really making consider it." Venelana threatened. 

"Oh and you think your mental manipulations drawn by your arcane spider web of a mind will work upon me now? No, madam! I am beyond indignant to your machinations! My will can not be bound by the forces you may conjure, for I am filled with the wrath of all the enslaved children. 

"The children that shout for freedom! Freedom from the tyranny of 'bed time', 'being grounded', or 'eating your vegetables or no dessert'!" Tuilelaith cried out in determination. "Thus I will fight! I will fight to my last breath, for I carry the hopes and dreams of all the children who came before me. All those that fell under the yoke of the oppressors, the oppressors known as 'parents'."

"Woooow," Barbara clapped. Not lightly this time, as they aren't trying to be quiet. 

"Alright, Tuilelaith, honey. You are seriously overexaggerating this whole situation far, far beyond what it really is." Venelana said with a sigh. 

"I AM THE OVEREXAGGERATION!"