Sinners

The Butler, Murmur

The start of the day is a butler's aesthetic.

Sebastian woke up to start the preparations for previous days and nights on a constant repeating cycle. Cleaning the silverware to the point of blinding future guests, finishing the crisp white sheets that Mey-Rin had turned black somehow from the ashes of the furnace, tending to his Master's garden to make sure Finnian had not forgotten anything or accidentally used pesticides on the plants, especially the white roses that should be pure and untainted. Sebastian stared at the roses longer this time, the thought of the untainted and pure rose with some thorns pricked something in his mind out of instinct. Not paying it another thought, he goes on making the Master's breakfast with the freshest of fruits and vegetables that are grown from their garden so Baldroy doesn't mess it up like the past attempts. Tanaka watches them all as he enjoys his tea from the sidelines.

Sebastian hasn't been able to collect the images of what he was exactly seeing while he somehow slept. Whenever his head touches the pillow in his room, the flashes begin. He has been able to sleep more but the thought is in the back of his mind as he brings the tray to his Master's room. He managed to complete all of the task at hand with little to worry about.

Because he was one hell of a butler.

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"God is merciful, for he died for you."

A priest announced to the young man. They were walking along the cloister, he stayed in the shade as the priest walked on the outer premise. The sun was at its peak and the priest did not want his child to worry about his condition. It was late in the season of summer but the grass remained green. He knew that the boy did not want to be seen by the Lord's eyes until he had been cleansed. Although, God sees all. He remains in the shadows until his time has come. When the priest would try to bring him out, the young man denied. This was the closest to the outer world that could be within his reach. A point to where he is able to breath air that has not been condensed in a stuffy room that has been created long ago.

"But why?"

"So that you can be free from the slavery of sin. It is God that you seek holiness and redemption from my child."

"Then how come I just feel worst as the days pass on? For the past days and night I have not been able to catch the sandman. When I do rest it becomes unbearable."

"That is your conscious telling you what you did was wrong."

"Father, I know I have been a sinner. The nuns don't dare to look me in the eyes, but why does God punish us before we are healed?"

"Because he had to suffer the same before he was relieved of his physical form, being the holy man he is now."

"But I keep hearing the voices-" he was cut off.

"That is God speaking to you," the priest stop to look at his child. Placing a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. "You must listen to his words closely."

He didn't speak at first, thinking of the right words to say. He didn't know how to tell him that the voice he was hearing was not God.

"But the voices do not sound like him..."

He's been hearing these voices since he committed the sin. It might of been before, he couldn't remember. Whenever he's alone the voices would not stop. They would torment and go against all of the odds. When he prays for them to stop they just get louder and louder. He thought this was God's punishment and that he was finally getting cleansed. His stomach dropped as the priest continued.