Happy Halloween - Seraph of the End/Owari no Seraph - Collection

Ferid Bathory

To say the party was wild would have been an understatement.

With it being both Halloween and my boyfriend's birthday, it went without saying that the regal, arrogant jerk would go all out.

And go all out he did.

"I can't believe you threw yourself a masquerade," I shake my head, looking around at all the people dressed in horror themed ball gowns.

"Really?" He asks, looking at me from behind his mask. "I can, I can't be dealing with all this Halloween malarkey, but a ball all for me? I can get behind that."

"Of course you can," I roll my eyes before taking a small sip of my drink.

The curse of dating someone like Ferid Bathory, who sometimes seemed to have more money than sense, was that I had to put up with his slightly inflated ego.

I guess I couldn't complain too much, he didn't always think of himself.

I look down at my dark teal and black, blood splattered dress and had to be thankful that he had barely blinked at buying it for me.

He wore a Victorian, gentleman styled suit that was designed to appear as if he had just been dragged out of his grave kicking and screaming.

We had accompanying fake injury tattoos and lines of blood across bits of skin that wasn't covered by our outfits, a thick fake throat cut ran underneath the ribbon I wore.

Despite what he says about not particularly caring for Halloween, part of me can't help but think that he enjoys making a spectacle out of extravagant costumes more than he'd like to let on.

Ferid just managed to cover it well by using his perfectly timed birthday as an excuse, rather than the holiday itself.

A torn gloved hand appeared in front of me, Ferid giving me a charming smile. His blood stained mouth splitting to show stunningly white teeth, which contrasted heavily with the antique look of his costume.

"Will you dance with me?"

"You dance?" I smile playfully, setting my glass down on the table beside me.

"I'm full of many hidden talents," he chuckled.

His eyes, which were currently red due to the contacts he wore, glinted behind his mask.

I smile and place my hand in his, fingers curling around his palm as I let him guide me towards his large dance floor where some couples were already cuddling as they swayed to the instrumental music.

Live of course, like Ferid would allow his fancy masquerade to be tainted with stereo music.

He held one of my hands tightly and placed the other one on my hip, starting our dance in a true gentlemanly manner.

A way I never thought I'd explain my over the to boyfriend to be perfectly honest.

With my hand held in his and my free one on his shoulder, he begins to guide me in our own makeshift waltz and true to his word, he was a rather graceful dancer.

"For someone who does 'do' Halloween, you sure went all out for the horror theme," I smile at him, breaking the moments silence between us.

"Of course," he laughed, his tone suggesting like it should be the most obvious thing in the world. "My favourite girl likes Halloween, it only seems fair to use my celebration to make her happy."