Prologue
Sebastian had just finished his third contract, since he was released from Ciel Phantomhive, when his twin daughters came running into the room. Smiling, he bent down and picked them up. He was happy that their mother decided to allow them to stay with him instead of with her in the library of cinematic records.
"Daddy, daddy," they shouted happily as they looked at him with their innocent gaze that has yet to witness the terror and pain this world has to offer. Even though they look the same, Sebastian could tell that Angel (yes I know, ironic) was more demon than reaper and it was reversed with Scarla.
"What's up, sweethearts," he asked in that gentle voice he only used whenever he spoke to them.
"Mama's here," they shrieked, jumping in his arms, just as the door opened to reveal a raven haired reaper. What had drawn him to her was the way she talked back to William T. Spears when they had crossed paths a few months back. One thing led to another and then the twins were born.
"Hey," she said as she entered the room. She had raven black hair that fell to the middle of her back, her wardrobe was the usual black a reaper wears, and he could just make out the outline of her death scythe under her coat. "I was on a mission in the area and wanted to see them."
"It's ok. I was just about done in this area anyways, might as well let you see them before we move on again." The twins got down and ran to give her a hug before pulling her out of the room to show her to their room. He sighed and straitened up a bit. It was always the same. Get a contract, settle down, fulfill it, and move on once he ate the person's soul. The only thing he wished for was a different life for his daughters.
After they were done playing with their mother, Sebastian took the twins and teleported them to another location as he looked for a new target. He is glad that Ceil decided to recant his order for him to be his butler until he ate the last of his soul. Now if only he could give his children the normal life they deserve.