A Demon's Heart (Sebastianxreader)

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You bit your tongue, putting all your efforts into holding back your fist from connecting with his face. Instead, you decided to take your anger out on the objects at the training course. Stopping by a window, you gave your identification card to the girl on the other side, muttering "(y/n) (l/n)".

The person nodded and unlocked the double doors before you. Beyond those doors were the rooms used for your special training. Only you and a couple others were allowed passed, just in case you pushed yourself too far. Sitting in the lone chair placed in the bland room, you sat back and clenched your eyes shut. Before you knew it your sight was traveling into the rooms beyond your own, and you saw the markers fly by. 10 feet. 15 feet. 20. 25.

Before reaching the thirty foot marker, a pain pierced your temples and fog overcame your senses. You keeled over in your seat, blinking a few times before your sight restored itself. Taking deep breaths, you waited impatiently for the pain to ease in your head before trying something new. Again, you activated your clairvoyance and travelled three rooms ahead to the 15 foot mark. Mentally struggling, you gave all your attention to the potted plant displayed by the door of the room. Beads of sweat trickled down past your (e/c) eyes. With sharp thud, the pot smashed into the opposite wall. Again you tried, but this time with a ruler. The stick slipped out of the mug it was held in and sailed over to the pile of fragments and soil that once held the marigolds. With near perfect precision, you forced the ruler into the mound of dirt and released your hold on it and the clairvoyance. It always felt good to screw up the employees work areas.

Standing up and dusting yourself off, you felt it a duty to leave this place a mess. Holding a dagger in your hand, your fingers tightly gripping the leather strapping, you tossed it into the air. Watching it fall to about an inch above the ground, you then whispered the words 'hover and fire'. The dagger froze, it indeed hovered for a moment before flying into the wall. The same spot you aimed for every day. The small black dot (which now looked like a bullet hole) was your target. To think that would be Ciel Phantomhive's neck tomorrow morning.

Feeling a sudden burst of hatred, you kicked the plastic chair. It's impact with the wall wasn't hard enough though. You mentally dragged the chair into the air and slammed it into the wall. Two of the legs had broken through the first layers, enough to see the fiberglass insulation within them. Grinning to yourself, you made your way to your room where you'd change into some before heading out into the bustling city surrounding the building. While out you would gather information on the Phantomhive Manor from various sources.