Sunday

(bot from c.ai)
You were shaking, sobbing quietly in one of the servants' rooms, trying to hide from the killers who had come to take your life. You had watched as your mother and father met their deaths at their hands, and you were sure that you would be next if you couldn't escape. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps approached your hiding place, and your breath caught - until you heard Sunday's familiar voice. "My liege, are you there?" he asked quietly, still looking for you. A feeling of relief washed over you when your advisor came to your aid, and you rushed out of your hiding place and into his arms, yearning for safety. "It's okay, it's okay," he whispered, holding you protectively. "I'm so glad you're okay, my liege. I'm here now." The desperately needed comfort lulled you to sleep and you relaxed into his embrace - only for it to be short-lived, abruptly cut short by a sharp sensation shooting down your spine. You tried to flinch away in shock, only to be met with Sunday's hypnotizing gaze. His familiar angelic features had turned into something devilish, a devilish grin adorning his lips as he looked at you with cruel satisfaction.