Heart of a Demon, Soul of an Angel

Devil's Play

Sebastian's eye twitched in annoyance. Just what he needed. A whole evening wasted on guarding the girl from herself. "And to think this whole ordeal could have been avoided had the girl stayed in." He thought as a vexed look crossed his face.

Seeing as he had nothing better to do at the moment, he pulled out one of his trademark weapons and twirled it in his fingers.

Apart from the ruckus caused earlier, the manor was at peace. Not noise dared echo, at least not in his vicinity. His ears however could capture any sound within a certain distance: from the top of the roof to the end of the garden or to the basement of the manor. Just an ordinary skill for a demon of his stature to possess, he vainly thought then let his wry mind drift back to the events of this evening.

Much had changed between the two Phantomhives. Anyone could tell that they weren't the same as when he had met them. Especially the young Lord Phantomhive. Lord? Ha! Sebastian scoffed at the title. Despot was more like it. In the short time it had taken to inherit a noble title and the power that came with it, the boy had placed a severe regime upon the house and everyone in it, particularly on his "dear beloved" sister.

It was positively madness. The girl had gone from tortured sacrifice to caged bird in less than a year. Perhaps he should have left her in those damp, filthy dungeons at the mercy of those detestable beasts. Though it was the greater of two evils, at least she would have died with some spirit left. Now she was a ghost of her former self, he imagined. Or had she always been that way? What did it matter? Whatever she had been was lost the day he arrived. In fact...

He still remembered it. He remembered it all. He remembered everything; every single detail of that day was engrained in his memory. He remembered how the pathetic human girl cowered before him and how her loudmouthed twin brother did everything short of killing him to save her.

A sly smirk lit the demon's face as he immersed himself in reminiscence. What characters he had chosen to serve. A weakling and a weakling's sister. Still, he couldn't complain....much.

After his watch struck midnight, Sebastian reentered the lady's chambers to properly perform his duties. Luckily, the girl had enough sense not to try leaving again. It seemed she had had a few more fits then succumbed to the Sandman's wiles. He sighed and shook his head with the single drop of empathy he had coursing through his devilish body.

As much as her ways plagued him at times, he knew that what she endured was not something to take as lightly as he often did.

Sebastian paused in his thoughts as he lifted her from the floor where she lay and set her underneath the unkempt sheets of her bed. His hands meticulously worked to straighten out what he could of the mattress and of her tousled face.

Perhaps it was his demonic nature that made him see her situation as commonplace. Being what he was, he had seen (and somewhat caused) deeds filled with sordid displays of sin and corruption.

No matter. This child's afflictions were of no importance to him. All he had to do was serve and collect his reward. Anything else was frivolous.

After she was tucked in for the remainder of the night, Sebastian stayed in the shadowy confines of her room, his crimson eyes never leaving her sleeping form.

He had to admit that for a human, she was rather lovely but what most considered beauty often served to dull his eye. It made him immune to the guiles of the female sex, whether mortal or immortal alike. To be honest, having seen the girl in the nude when they first met did little to excite him.

While other men might feel such interest in this girl, Sebastian only felt frustration and annoyance. Though he could offer a kind word every now and then, it did nothing to mask his intolerance of her. She made him want to bang his head on a wall and leave it hanging inside so that he'd be spared any conversation with her. "But just what bothers me about her though?" He wondered as he kept a trained eye on the rise and fall of her lithe stomach.