A Demon's Heart (Sebastianxreader)

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"What do you want?" You hissed.

He simply shrugged, and took a few steps forward. "I believe the question is, what do you want."

You took a step back, or tried to at least. Your back found the cool surface of the door you had just shut, stopping any further retreat. Swallowing thickly, you sneered.

"Just following orders."

Immediately, a weird tool resembling a firepoker rose from it's place on the wall. Smirking, your (e/c) eyes flashed as the tool sliced through the air towards the butler's head. Your momentary feelings of triumph were shattered when the butler opened his eyes. His scarlet, red eyes. Shooting out a gloved hand, he caught the projectile an arms length away from his head, without even glancing at it prior. You were astounded, and gawked at him with confusion.

"Ah, yes," he mused, "so you are the telekinetic I've heard about."

Tossing the tool to the side, he approached you with a daunting atmosphere about him. Bringing the candlestick up to his face, and leaning down to face you, he grabbed your chin. You growled, and slapped at his wrist. Your original idea was to remove his hand from your face, but the action only made his grip stronger. More hurtful. You felt the blood drain from your face, and you swayed on your feet. What the hell, who is this?

No one had ever acted like this. No one had even come close to you once a knife had flown through the air. But he. He was different, so different. You mentally willed him to move back, not that you've tried your telekinesis on humans before, but it was a spur of the moment decision. And, it was also a futile attempt. He grinned devilishly, and stared at you.

"I have a proposal."

What?

"What do you mean a..." You let the words drop off, before starting up again. "Proposal?"

"You see, m'lady," he began, "I have quite the staff here at the Phantomhive manor."

You cringed. If all these people are like him...

He continued, releasing your chin and turning his back to you. "And all of my intentions are to keep the Earl Phantomhive alive."

Oh I could so stab him now.

"And when people like you threaten my master," he turned around, "I could I kill them, or"

You gulped unintentionally. Let me guess, torture?

"hire them."

What. The. Hell. Is he serious?

"You realize that if I work here, I could easily kill Ciel whenever. Right?" Of course you weren't trying to get killed. You worked for that organization loyally, and if you were to disobey them... Your sister...

The butler twirled the candlestick around, as if it were a wine glass. He grinned, his raven hair covering his right eye momentarily, before staring at the darkened hallway behind him.

"I'll be sure to keep you in check. So, which will it be? Death or Work."

This is retarded. Death or slave labor? You went over the possibilities in your head. If you died, your sister would surely be tortured, and if you worked there... The organization would surely punish you somehow. Then again, if you worked then you could be a full time spy. You would have all of their weaknesses and strengths figured out, their schedules mapped. All you had to do was work for this... Demon. Yeah, demon is an appropriate nickname for a man so evil.

"I'll work..." You mumbled.

He glanced at you, leaning closer, so you were ear to ear.

"what was that?" He asked.

"I said, I will work." You barked.

"Loyally?"

You hesitated. "Loyally."

"Good. I'll have your uniform and schedule for you tomorrow, for now, you can sleep in here, where I found you." He had gone from dark and frigging terrifying to almost... cheerful in a moments notice. "Oh, one more thing."

"What." You groaned.

"I'm Sebastian, your new boss, I guess you could say. I anticipate your collaboration."

And with that, he stalked off into the hall way, lowly humming an, unusual tune.