(reediting)Devil take the Hindmost (Sebastian Michaelis x Oc) Book One

Chapter 21: His Butler and Rook, Escaping

~Lau's P.O.V~ 

I was on a ship I had set down by the docks as I had my arm around Ran-Mao as I smoked a long pipe. As I drifted into a dream of my own...as I was seeing flashbacks of my life. The life I wanted to forget...ever happen. 

"One night, Zhuang Zhou dreamt he was a butterfly. He was a happily fluttering butterfly. It was so much fun. He could fly wherever he wanted. And he had no thought of being Zhou, but suddenly he woke up and was startled to find that he was now Zhou. He couldn't decide: Was he Zhou who'd dreamt he was a butterfly or a butterfly now dreaming he was Zhou? Between being Zhou and a butterfly, surely there must be some distinction. This is what we call the transformation of things."

Ran-Mao gazed up as I spoke out of the tongue, I laughed about how it was nothing as I brought her head back down to my shoulder. But...I then remember back when the earl's friend (Y/n) said to me once. 

'Anyone can dream. But....the harshness of a dream...is that it is a false fantasy of reality. You may be in a happier state. In a happier dream. But....reality isn't going to go away. It still watches you like a shadow. The more you dream....the deeper you're running away from reality.' 

I just sighed at how her words are true. Sometimes, I feel as though I am trying to find a better escape from this harsh world of reality. I then give this to the earl, he has made a good friend. 

-Third Person's P.O.V-

Just outside Lau's shop window, a green flashlight was listening in as a doll with lime green hair and pigtails was floating in mid-air as she twirled her umbrella with her eyes closed. Opening her eyes finally she leaps in the dead of night with her green firefly following after her.

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A loud sound of fabric being ripped off as an ugly-faced dungeon keeper was eying up at Sebastian as he had ripped his top shirt off. Admitting he has a fine body, as Mr. Randall was standing in the back when he asked Sebastian to confess to his crimes. Telling him he might as well do it soon. But the devilish butler chuckled low, admitting that he is confessing.

"Ever well then...It was 'I' that cause the outbreak of the 'Black Death' in Europe. As I recall it, it was in the rain of Edward the third." 

Clearly not amused by his joke Randall yelled at how he can think in a moment like this how it was a game. Not to mention that the 'Black Death' was over 500 years ago. But the butler made a sick twisted grin at this human's common sense that never even once wondering where it 'The Black Death came from. It didn't just happen one day and wipe out nearly who knows how many lives. 

Randall already fed up with this he turned groaning to give Sebastian as much pain as the dungeon master would like. Leaving and closing the door, the man was setting up his tools as he looked through them to think of which pain tool he will use first. But not before looking at Sebastian's face. "If you get to confess...I can't have as much fun. Oh, look at those perfect eyes.~ Should I poke them or cut them out of your pretty head?"

Not even having an ounce of fear in him, if anything Sebastian looked like he wanted to rip this guy's head off. It wasn't until the man grabs the bottom of his chin as he had pipers as he grins with drool coming down his mouth. 

"No. Save the best for last I always say....how about...we first hear a nice scream.~" 

Trying to take his teeth out by force, Sebastian daydream of someone's touch....and how much this rat of a man's touch was compared to hers. He remembers how warm they always were. Soft, gentle....so much was felt when he had the honor of having his head touched by her. She never once felt shy or afraid when she did....but then again she doesn't know the whole side of him.