I want him, to taste him, to taint him. I want to mark his soul as mine.
I step into his room in the early morning. Strange, I think, that he has become so comfortable with me that my mere presence isn't enough to stir him from his dreams... anymore.
"Sebastian"
He mutters my name in his sleep, and my lips curl into the smirk that annoys him so. Even in his subconscious, he is still a leader, his voice still assertive. I wonder what such an interesting boy could be dreaming.
And he is interesting. That's what drew me to him, even made me accept his offer, his deal. When he called to me. He had been tortured, lost in his own pain. But they had not broken him. The likes of mortals could never destroy my botchan. Instead, he was filled with hatred, the most beautiful human emotion. He offered his soul to a demon, without a second thought, all for the sake of revenge. Beautiful.
He told me to massacre a room full of people, the people who had branded him, and never did he second guess himself. Never did he once shed a tear. He cuts down his enemies mercilessly.
But he has only experienced hatred. That is why I wish to taint him with other sins. After all he has done, he is still so pure. And his soul is mine, so I get to destroy that purity. But not yet. I will wait.
I throw open his curtains to let in the light.
"Sebastian"
He says my name again, and my smirk grows at the innocence in his voice. Innocence that is mine to take.
"Time to get up, botchan"