He felt so successful to find a serf so soon and one as obedient as Requiem with so little effort to control him. He had a proud grin on his face as he reached his home, the Apollyon borders, and let out a crisp call for the Empress Fiamette herself. He stood tall, eyeing the slave carefully as he awaited the judgement of the queen. Would she approve of the toy that he had picked out for her out of so many or would be be told to find another? His russet frame would find the ground as he fell to a sitting position with grace but the slightest bit of aggression. He hoped that the boy was scared of him because, in Aurelio's mind, he had good reason to be. "You are not to speak unless spoken to or if you are given permission." He would lay down a quick rule before Fia was to show.
