He is the reaper of souls...
He is my moving shadow.
He is the darkness swelling inside me.
He is my black soul.
But he will save me.
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Sebastian Michaelis was known for his schemes-he was known as the devil hidden in the night-but he will not s...
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Episode 23 Finale - He's Not Dead
"This one could've been anyone," Madam Savage said then, and I was now sitting in a dining room chair numbly, a blanket wrapped around me as Cammie sat at my side.
She gently rubbed my back, making me feel a little better, but not enough.
Never enough.
"Master..." Cammie said gently, "would you like me to wash your pillow?"
I gazed over at her in question. "Why?"
"Well... I found a blood stain on the underside, so I was just curious. That's all."
I blinked. "A blood stain?"
She nodded.
I just itched my forehead. "I guess I do have bloody noses at night, don't I?"
"According to the only doctor on this ship," Savage continued, gazing over at the crowd as I listened now. "Madam Beth. She states that Sebastian died not even ten minutes before we found him. So that would make only me, Lord Phantomhive, Sir Jeffery, and her three servants innocent. Of course, Madam Beth, Madam Beham, and Lady Jamison were chained in their rooms, but there was no one else to watch them. Everyone else was also in their rooms, alone, despite Lord Phantomhive's orders to stay together. So basically... anyone could be the culprit."
"That makes things easier," Maddox said sarcastically.
I felt my grandmother watch me with dark eyes. I half-expected her to be glaring at me or giving me a stern look of disappointment, but in reality, she looked... depressed. She looked sad for me.
It was a servant who was killed, and she's not scolding me for grieving so much?
I just closed my eyes tightly and gazed up. "It's time we up our game."
Everyone gazed up then, brows drawing together.
"Sebastian's death was merely a sign of power," I said then, standing up and pulling off the blanket. "This—alone—makes things harder for me because I'm down two servants now."
