Hello everyone! I decided to delve more into the dark end of my love for lore and demons. I role play as Sebastian quite a lot in real life, so I feel like he's easiest to write. I have wanted to write this for a while, and so here it is! i hope you enjoy it. .P.S- This will be posted on my Ao3 account once I get enough chapters up. Check me out - Othello53. I'm sorry these chapters seem tedious!
Song used for inspiration - Pretending by Alec Benjamin. Night core version.
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Before Ciel, Sebastian never gave a human a second thought. To him, they were nothing more than a source for food. Their bodies were far too frail and weak to issue anything even close to the pleasure he craved. He had never taken the time to actually look at any of them. To appreciate the artful emotions they had, or how they carried the same base nature Sebastian himself did.
To put it bluntly, he hated them.
Every day, he rose from his pitch black room and walked, begrudgingly, to the room which held his throne. He loved being prince, but sometimes he found his mind wandering to think of things that would break up the monotony. Like today, for instance.
The room was empty. Sebastian walked in and picked up his crown from the chair. He turned it over and over in his hands. Rays of silvery light from the moon - there was no sun in Corvus, only a quiet moon - caught the points that jutted up. Then winked out. The crown itself was nothing spectacular, really. All it was, was just a metal crown made to look like intertwined barbed wire, dotted in the middle with one red jewel.
The jewel on the crown was flat, and didn't reflect any light. To Sebastian, it looked like a baleful eye, only there to pass judgement.
He had about half an hour before the general would appear to make his rounds. A whole half hour to himself.
Sebastian walked over to one the walls and looked out through one of the makeshift windows. Like everything else in Corvus, this castle was organic.
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Fanfic"Let's get one thing straight, demon." Ciel shuffles the paperwork on his desk into a pile that looks at least somewhat neat. He finally sits down, facing Sebastian with that two-toned gaze, courtesy of him. His eyes are smug, but his face shows not...
