As I landed on the ground, my eyes shut tightly, I felt the anger rising in me. Light pain shook through my whole body, instantly turned my bad mood even more sour. Lightly, I released a groan, my head pounding and my mind blank from my fall. What a horrible, horrible feeling.
But there were warm hands around me, keeping me down and holding me to the ground. Or to the soft, wet, sticky thing beneath me.
It was at that moment I noticed the sticky coating around my fingers and I cautiously opened my eyes. Beneath me was my butler, his eyes closed and his uniform torn and bloody. My clothes and skin were stained with the blood of my demon. Normally, this wouldn't bother me, but this was the Undertaker we were fighting. He was one of the few things on this earth that could kill my butler. At his current state, Sebastian might very well be... dead.
"Sebastian?" I let out an uneasy word, my voice barely above a whisper, and my body in shock. "Hey!"
Thoughts began to wander to the darker corners of my mind, and I wondered what I would do if he did die. What would happen to me. What I would POSSIBLY do without my butler there. He fed me, clothed me, and most of all, protected me. Without him, I would be almost completely at the mercy of my surrounding enemies. Most likely, I would die in this very spot from the Undertaker's hands.
I would die, without a trace in the world except a second disappearance, and a wasted fortune. No revenge. No point to selling my soul. My soul wouldn't even go to good use. It would just be collected by the death gods around me, and who knows what next. Just like all the other souls. I wouldn't even do that ONE thing for Sebastian.
In another spit second, I recalled the time when I had to pretend Sebastian was dead for the sake of my audience. Back when we were stuck in the manner, and that pest had stabbed my butler in an attempt to kill him. Back then I thought I was over-playing it, but now that I lived my scene, I realize perhaps my acting wasn't too over-dramatic... In this moment, even at the amount of panic I was feeling, I wouldn't accept he was dead. I just... couldn't. Not without me. Sebastian may be merely my chess piece, but there are some pieces that the king simply cannot stand without. Sebastian is my piece. Without him to back me up, I would fall. I would never admit it, but in the back of my mind I knew it was true.
My butler.
My demon.
My guardian.
…
Wake up.
...please...
"Sebastian!" My voice found its power as I screamed his name, praying to a god that I have forsaken the life in my words would bring him back from the dead.
"You're loud... I can hear you just fine." Of coarse, I didn't believe myself, but his voice cut through the air and awoke me from my trance.
Sebastian...
I couldn't say a word, I could only watch as my butler did what he promised to me. He protected me, until the day I gain my revenge.
Sebastian...