And yet another day came.

All days have been almost identical for a while.

Were they much different once, anyway?

So little counts for me right now.


I discarded my life of my own free will. What meaning for me have trivial, ordinary human affairs?

Surprisingly, still quite big. Very big. Childishly big, as would Sebastian say.

Sebastian.

A demon. Hell's messenger. The moment I gave myself to him, I lost my future and denied my past.

So why do I feel so weird when near him? Why does his embrace feels so safe and unsafe also?


I didn't like dancing. Unfortunately, Sebastian deemed it necessary for someone of my status.

I hated waltzes. They were much too sophisticated, emotionless. Cold and indifferent, just like the mask I put on everyday.


He saw it. Or sensed, it doesn't matter.

Sometimes it seemed like he could read minds.

Sometimes I hated him.

More often, though, I felt this unnamed feeling.

Is there even a word describing this situation, our relationship?

A human and a demon. A boy and a man. A master and a servant. So different, but similar, somehow.

Sometimes I wondered how didn't anyone notice that. This unnatural grace of movements. Superhuman abilities. Ironic look of these ruby eyes. That smile, showing how much he disregards us, humans.


He knew it, he just knew.

Bloody son of a bitch.

- I planned some tango for today, young master.

Tango. Yes, this dance appealed to me.

There were emotions playing in it. Hate, greed and something else…

Was it… love?

No, it wasn't. Desire, yes, that's a better word.

- Is everything alright, young master?

I looked at him. His face was serious, seemingly concerned, but there was only amusement in his eyes.

"Humans are so amusing".


Wasn't life like a tango?

We were dancing all the time. Dancing tango on thin ice. We were alight, but only I was burning.

Obviously. How could I think that a hell's creature would mind some flames?

It wasn't infatuation, it wasn't love.

No tenderness. No smiles. No warmth. Not a jot of romanticism.

It wasn't also, of course, something as banal as carnal needs.

It was desire. Desire purely emotional in its nature. As hot as flames.

In a moment I was about to burn or drown, if the thin ice broke.

I didn't even worry. I was doomed anyway.


Something shone in his eyes. It wasn't amusement or disregard.

Was it?... Could it be?...

- Young master.

We stopped, standing still. I looked him in the eye.

- Sebastian… I don't like waltzes.

He understood. As if it could be otherwise.

- Yes, my lord.