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 39 - Her Butler, Never to End
I laid on my bed as Sebastian poured hot water into a bowl at my bedside, and he pressed a rag into the water, immediately pulling it out and wringing the cloth.
He stepped back over to the bed and folded it neatly into a burrito shape, lying it on my forehead seconds later.
I closed my eyes in relief, but gazed up at him when he picked up my arm and changed the bandages from that night so many months ago.
He was caring for me as if I was sick. It was odd, honestly. Because I wasn't.
After finishing with my arm, he pulled down the collar of my nightshirt to check the wound on my chest, when he saw it was healing, he left it alone and ran his fingers on the rag he left of my forehead. He was clearly evening it out.
I watched when he pulled away and moved to get something else. "Sebastian...?"
He glanced over at me. "Yes, master? What is it?"
I watched him curiously and numbly. "You're caring for me as if I'm sick. My soul is back and still ripe for the picking. It's as if you're preparing for me...." I was quiet for a moment. "Is this the end?"
He remained silent, but put another rag in the water, wringing it out, as well.
Another set of cold consumed me, and I turned to face the ceiling, breaths soft but strained.
I felt as if I was in darkness now. Was I scared? Maybe.
My vengeance was fulfilled, my wish completed. So... now it was time, wasn't it?
He had to take my soul before someone else did.
It was so fragile, pressing against my chest because it was complete. It was Sebastian's.
Someone already took it. He wasn't going to run the risk of it being taken again. So, naturally, he would end it now.
I heard his footsteps tap in my direction, and I gazed over at him hazily.
