I don't own Black Butler :))
You are a half-angel, half-demon...
For demons, their hearts don't beat until they pass their soulmate, they don't feel pleasure, they don't feel that many emotions.
What happens when Sebastian comes across his soulmate...
Sebastian walked towards them as he picked up a piece of string from Elizabeth's dress.
"A puppet string," Sebastian said.
"This sharp cut only comes with a death scythe. Well, Sebas-Chan?...Y/n-chan?... I'm amazing, aren't I? Compliment me, Compliment me!!" Grell squealed for attention.
"Good for you. Not just anyone would run with scissors." Sebastian and Y/n said at the same time.
"Oh! I'm flattered to death!!!~" Grell shouted.
"And the puppet string leads to...," Sebastian trailed off as the same familiar voice was heard.
The man lifted up his hands and stings wrapped themselves onto the four before saying, "What shall I use to make my new dolls?..."
"Then I shall ask you this...what are you made of?" Sebastian asked.
The man looked surprised for a second.
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"Eh? What am I...made of?" The man repeated.
"Yes. You see, you don't seem to be made of very high-quality materials." Sebastian stated.
"I thought to myself...I know I must be human...and yet lately I often find termites crawling out of my ears." The man said as he shoved a finger into his ear.
Sebastian frowned before kicking up the blade and kicking up towards the man at high speed that the man couldn't dodge. The man let out a yelp as it hit his chin.
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(Sebastian's so flexible...)
The man started to wobble and he released the strings that tied them up.
"Grell," Y/n said as she caught the spear.
"Ah!~A loving collaboration, right, Y/n-chan!~" Grell yelled as he rushed towards the girl.
Y/n stepped on his face to propel herself upwards. Sebastian snickered at the red-haired reaper.
"I sense none of the ways or the style of a butler within you...," Y/n said as she whacked the man with the spear. The man fell off the attic and fell on Grell who wheezed.
