Tragic Atlantic [Sebastian X Daughter Child Reader]

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Your white and black dress swayed with every step you took.
The heel of your black shoes tapping the cold ground, following your dad and young master.
As much as you hate calling him 'master' , you had to. Your dad ordered you to, and promised he would share his young master soul to you in return knowing how much you hate it, calling humans as your so called 'masters'.

Unlike your father, you never cared if that soul of you ate is low quality, just to quench your hunger. Too hungry to even care. Making your dad lecture you about high quality souls and other stuff you never paid attention to. You never know why, how could he bare such hunger?
Knowing the answer already, for he kept saying the same words to you.
But regardless, he is willing to share the soul he made contract with.

You are his daughter after all.

Your dad carried you in his arms, so you wouldn't get lost. Many people are gathered at the dock, saying goodbye to their families or love one.

You all aboard the ship, nobles and other second class people are at the other side waving to the people below.

The loud honk of the ship, echoed. Signalling the ship leaving.

Looking at the side, you noticed a certain reaper jumping through the entrance of the ship, almost leaving him behind.

Squinting your eyes, you look to your father, reaching your hands to tag on his uniform but stopped, as he is conversing with young master.

You pouted slightly and hug him closer, snuggling in his arms. Your eyelids getting heavy, slowly the noise becoming faint as you drift to sleep in your father's arms.

((a/n: im sorry this is so short))