The Hunt for Jack the Ripper (The Phantomhive Diaries #1)

33. Sebastian Michaelis

I would have posted this yesterday but I returned home exhausted from an art festival. So I decided to post this segment today instead of yesterday. 

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Sebastian reached the designated location mentioned in the letter. Despite the lack of precise instructions, he still would have located the mansion by tracing the scent of his young master's blood. The scent was overpowering, which indicated a severe injury. Sebastian's eyes transformed into a fiery red hue, reflecting his growing anger. If Vanel dared to harm his master, there would be dire repercussions. Time was of the essence, and Sebastian needed to hasten his pace. Praying that his young master remained alive, he pressed forward with a sense of urgency.

The sheer beauty of the house before him was undeniable. The pristine white walls, adorned with elegant Roman columns, created a mesmerizing sight. The archway above the entrance and the flight of stone stairs added a touch of grandeur to the already magnificent structure. Rows of tall glass niches windows allowed the sunlight to dance inside, casting ethereal shadows on the polished floors. It was undeniably a sight to behold, but Sebastian couldn't help but find them impractical. The aesthetics were pleasing, yes, but they also posed a significant risk. Vanel could easily be shot through one of those windows. Sebastian's mind raced with thoughts of alternative methods. He would have considered using a gun. But guns were too ordinary, too quick. He craved something more elaborate, more torturous. He preferred using his utensils to inflict a slow and agonizing suffering upon Vanel.

Sebastian smoothly navigated through the golden gates of the compound, fully cognizant of the fact that Vanel's henchmen were stationed at the entrance, each brandishing firearms. However, these guns were no match for Sebastian's skills - the puny revolvers were mere toys in his hands, easily neutralized.

The moment Vanel's henchmen caught sight of Sebastian, their countenances transformed into a visage of genuine terror, their eyes widening with alarm.

"Hey, who the fuck is this guy!?" One of them asked. "And how did he get in here?"

With a graceful bow, Sebastian flashed them his signature charming smile. "Forgive my rudeness, gentlemen. I'm looking for my young master. Perhaps one of you would be so kind as to take me to him -."

"Shoot him!" And they all opened fire.

Sebastian moved with lightning speed, evading each bullet with precision. With a swift motion, he retaliated by hurling a barrage of kitchen knives towards his enemies, aiming straight for their heads and chests. Despite being impervious to bullets, Sebastian was determined to protect his pristine tailcoat at all costs.

The moment his blade struck down the final man in the courtyard, an eerie silence engulfed the surroundings. The air was thick with the overpowering stench of blood and the chilling sight of lifeless bodies strewn across the ground.

Sebastian sighed in disappointment. "Honestly, all I asked was where my master was and they all tried to shoot me. Oh, well..." He looked down at his pocket watch. "One hour before sundown. I must pick up the pace."

Upon reaching the main entrance, he wasted no time and delivered a powerful kick, causing the door to crash open. What awaited him inside was a chaotic scene - Vanel's goons were armed to the teeth, yet frozen in shock as they faced the unexpected intruder.

Sebastian's lips curled into a sinister smirk, a chilling anticipation filling the air. His eyes, now ablaze with a fiery crimson, revealed the darkness that consumed him. With a swift motion, his hand reached into the depths of his coat, retrieving an arsenal of gleaming kitchen knives.

He lunged for the attack.