Black Butler: The Book of Her: Sirens Tell No Tales

Night Terrors: Cat's POV: Edited

"ᚤᛟᚢ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᚱᛁᚷᚺᛏ ᚤᛟᚢᚱ ᚹᚱᛟᚾᚷᛋ ᚨᚷᚨᛁᚾᛋᛏ ᛗᛖ, ᛟᚱ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᛋᚢᚠᚠᛖᚱ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚲᛟᚾᛋᛖᛩᚢᛖᚾᚲᛖᛋ ᛟᚠ ᚤᛟᚢᚱ ᚨᚱᚱᛟᚷᚨᚾᚲᛖ."
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Sebastian's ears were ringing, a lingering effect from the creature's powerful hiss. It took about 20 seconds for his demonic senses to recover, and he imagined the others were still grappling with temporary deafness.

Glaring harshly at the door through which the creature had escaped, Sebastian finds himself contemplating the encounter. The woman knows something; she must, for her to have such a reaction. It was the way she looked at them: suspicion, apprehension, confusion, peril—it was intriguing. He wonders if she remembers their last encounter; demons rarely dreamed, but he remembers vividly.

To see her standing there, dark skin glimmering even in low lighting. Sebastian's thoughts shifted to the exquisite dress he had envisioned for her. The corset, specifically designed to accentuate her tiny waist and ample hips, was a source of personal satisfaction. He had tightened it a bit for his own amusement, relishing the sight of her struggling for breath.

He had been beside himself with glee when he finally got to feel that soft skin and supple body for himself. Being in cat form simply did the experience no justice. While he is sure it doesn't compare to the real thing, it was enough to satisfy him for now. He's much further ahead than the other men in the room anyways.

Oh yes, Sebastian is no fool. He's seen how most of the others looked at her with barely concealed desire, itching, craving to lay their hands on her. The little robin remained oblivious to their affections, assuming it to be the usual curiosity of a feline. Oh how wrong she is, it's laughable really.

Unfortunately, she's becoming quite the problem. Despite her attempts to conceal it, it is clear that she is no ordinary human. Sebastian, already being familiar with this fact, started conducting his own investigation unbeknownst to his master. Shamefully though, he found himself continuously distracted, tending to get a bit too excited whenever he's near her. Sebastian couldn't deny the captivating nature of the woman, as he simply couldn't take his eyes off her whenever she entered a room.

With that said, they were no closer to any substantial answers than before. The true nature of her being remains a mystery, and he can't afford to get carried away like this again.

An authoritative voice cuts through the air.

"Sebastian! I order you to get me out of this tub immediately!"

'Ah. I almost forgot about the tiny brat.'

It was quite thrilling to watch the typically mousy girl assert dominance over his master so blatantly. For such a skittish little thing, she is deceptively adept at standing up for herself, especially considering how petrified she was of the demon earlier.

'My, my! The lady has so many facets to her personality, how charming!'

Sebastian responds with a mocking chuckle, "My apologies, young lord."

With a leap, he landed on the ledge, preparing to retrieve his master from the large tub. Observing the conflicting emotions the young master harbored for the witch amused Sebastian. One moment, the young lord's eyes would unknowingly widen and sparkle, greedily taking in the show of the lady's power. But then, almost instinctively, he'd recoil with disgust and hatred. It was obvious that his master has become enthralled by her abilities, eagerly speculating the depths of her potential. And yet, he was also deeply disturbed by her nature: mysterious, unpredictable, uncontrollable.