Angel and Demon ||Sebastian x OC||

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Tanaka continues the chores Nirvana didn't finish, which were but hanging the laundry out. Most of everything had been completed the day gone. There was a knock on the front door, Tanaka opened it and saw Abel at the door.

"Hello, what business do you have here, today?"

"An acquaintance asked me to stop by and check on my sister." Tanaka cocked a brow before letting the white haired man in and leading him to her bedroom.

"Please wait for her in here, I'm afraid I cannot entertain you, with Miss Nirvana being injured but please feel free to make yourself at home in her room." Abel gave a sweet smile to the old butler before deciding to help the older man out, after knowing the general gist about the manor and where things went. Abel then did all the chores and even made Tanaka, Nirvana and himself food. Serving Tanaka, Abel smiled to the butler, noticing the older man had once again changed back to his smaller form.
Tanaka ate as the young man took two dishes up the stairs. As he finished his plate, Tanaka had to admit that it didn't taste the same as Nirvana heavenly cooking but it would do for the interim.

Abel kicked his sister's door gently but got no answer, kicking the door again but again received no answer. Stretching his slacks, Abel stretched his leg and opened the door with his foot somehow and entered the room, setting their food on her bedside table. Bags and parcels on her bed from Abel's father, a letter within the bag of shoes. Abel looked around and saw that there was not much to the room, nor was there much out of place.
Walking to Tanaka's quarters and knocking, Abel waited paitently as Tanaka opened the door.

"Where's my sister?" Tanaka cocked his head to the side in a worried gesture.

"She's said she'd be out of the tub by supper, Mister Warren..." Abel's eyes widen and he's gone faster than Tanaka can blink. Tanaka sighs and shakes his head despite the worry coursing his veins.

"I'm too old for this, I swear..." Is all he says closing the door and heading to bed.

Upstairs Abel goes to rush into the bathroom his sister resides in, finding the door locked, he can now smell Nirvana's father within the confines of the small room. Abel slams his shoulder into the door before kicking the handle. Said handle falling off with the force of his kick, running in Abel sees Claude sitting on the rim of the tub an ungloved finger drawing a figure eight on the surface of the water.

"You better get her out, boy. She'll be waking up before long because she's about to drown." With that the demonic being disappears leaving a lonely crawling spider on the tiles. Abel rushes and treads over the water splattered tiles before kneeling and picking his sister from out of the tub.

Leaning against the tub with Nirvana's torso pressed against his as she gained her bearings. Nirvana takes a big, deep breath in and looks around as water falls from her.

"Angel, what were you thinking?!" Nirvana just curls into his chest and sniffles. Clutching onto the lapels of his dark jacket.

"If Adrian had not been where he was, I-I." Nirvana couldn't make a coherent sentence, Abel's father had told him the general stance of what happened when Adrian's name was screamed at the top of her lungs. Pulling her closer for her own comfort as well as for his, Abel cooed softly to his little sister.

"Shh~ I do not need to know the details, so long as you are safe for now." Abel's rear-end soon gets sore, so he opts to pick his sister up and helps her dry by drying her hair as she dries herself. Abel grabs her a robe before giving it to her then excusing himself for her to change. After she changed into her robe, Abel tucked her into bed before staying with her until she drifted to sleep.
Abel stayed 'til he was sure she was in deep sleep before getting up and manuouvering outside towards the front of the estate where twenty-eight bodies lay. Some were gutted, some headless and some were missing limbs. Abel took out his 'To-Die' book and accounted all of them.

"Kansas Elms. Thomas Gall. Hayden Smith. Fredrick Rodgers. Phillip Green. Klaus Smith. John Carlson. Anderson Jeffards. Kelly West. Died from decapitation of the head." He checks them off, looking at their cinematic records before burying them in the forest near Nirvana window.

"Annie Downs. Shawn Cole. Darwin Cole. Gregory Finst. Bailey White. Georgia Finst. Hayley Richards. Michael Drew. Nora Bell. Jordan Maine. Gordan Blacks. Died of blood loss, lacerations to the torso and the decapitation of limbs." He repeated the actions s he had done before getting to the last people. One in particular, irking him greatly. Abel read the name with great distaste.

"Vincent Lee." His cinematic records showed him have a decent childhood, a questionable teenage hood and an unforgivable adulthood. Able clicked his tongue with hatred.

"Lived adulthood as a coward. Died a coward." Abel kicked Vincent's body before burying him next to his comrades. Sighing, he walks back into the house and into his sister's room, taking a piece of parchment paper. Abel begins writing his report before folding it up and placing it inside his jacket before watching the sky turn from midnight to cobalt blue.

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After the sun was up, Abel made Tanaka breakfast before doing all the chores Tanaka asked him to do. Although, when it came to cooking, Tanaka would no doubt pick Nirvana's cooking if the siblings were to have a cook-off.
After all the chores were done before lunch, Abel checked on his sister, knocking in case she was up and about before opening the door.
After opening the door, he saw his sister lying on her back, stiff as a board. He slowly began to panic after shaking her awake and not even getting a smack or a grumble out of her.

"Nirvana?" Tears of panic and worry began to pool in his eyes as he tried to shake his sister awake.

"Nirvana?! Little one, please wake up!" Tanaka jogged in, in his small form and looked at Nirvana in worry.

Abel ran out of the mansion leaving the unconscious girl, Tanaka checked her temperature, finding it normal, he sighed, closing the door and hoped that leaving her to rest was the right choice.

a/n: feel free to point out grammatical errors in a constructive way.