𝙷𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚎𝚝𝚑 {𝓒𝓲𝓮𝓵 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻}

Chapter 4|WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING

❝A Wolf Is A Wolf, Even In A Cage, Even Dressed In Silk.❞

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   "IS THAT SO?" He smirked and stepped out from the shadows.

Illuminated by the silver light of the pale moon, his long black hair drapes around his deathly white face framing it neatly. Blood and wine ran in his eyes.

You go to stand properly and gawk.

You joked about it only a moment ago but now you were questioning how much of all this was real because you couldn't possibly be face to face with a fictional character you knew all too well. Yet, when something glimmers in your peripherals, you lower your gaze and there it is clear as day.

A chained, silver lapel pin bearing the Phantomhive Crest donned on the right flap of his tailcoat.

Well shit...

"Then," he grips your cheeks and towers over you, head angled in a way he could look directly down at you and you up at him, "should I amend my mistake?"

His eyes flash fuchsia once more, staring into your (e/c) ones the way a predator would their prey. Despite this, you can't help but find his glowing eyes with slits for pupils just as vibrant as the flowers.

Even though you knew now who he was and what he could do, the fear from before eases instead. Unbeknownst to Sebastian, he was already being slandered with his terrifying status revoked.

This one, at least, is caged.

He's the most un-scariest demon I've seen today.

The light tremble throughout your body stills. It wasn't Sebastian you feared anymore.

There were worse things to cry and piss your pants over now.

Like the thought that those demons from before were just the appetizer. A prologue to the real hell to come. That everywhere you went was unsafe and you had nowhere left to run but here. Even if you had a chance to give all those shitheads sure to come a taste of your fist before they go back to hell, it only offers a meager comfort.

Am I..really in another world?

Lowering your gaze, you wrap a hand around his wrist. When you tried prying his rigor mortis-like grip away from your face, he froze, a sickening crunch in the air. Where his wrist should be solid, it shrinks in your grasp, limp.

Your eyes widen, dropping it like a hot pan, stumbling back.

Did I...did I just crush his wrist?!

Now it was his turn to stare at you like he had lost his damn mind. You knew this would be the first and last time you would see his face in such an idiotic expression.

Right after you revoked his scary status too. If he wasn't going to kill you before, he'd certainly kill you now.

"I-" you start, only to blink and find it intact.

What? I could've sworn...

Gulping, you peek up at him while the wind blows through the leaves overhead.

He's composed, ravens flying by him in the whispering night.

I..must've been imagining things.

Whatever. I can't act too pitiful now that he's seen me go so far as to stab him...and maybe crush his wrist. I need to try to be as unthreatening as possible if I want to live. It's not too late to act dumb, but I shouldn't be too trusting...after all, I technically don't know who he is.