Hello. I am the Seelie Court Jester, and I do not own Black Butler.
Run.
His fists clenched desperately, as he ran through the streets. Cold sweat drenched his forehead, his dark bangs following him closely from behind. Wide eyes kept searching the eroding buildings, his panicked mind trying to determine which spot would be the best place to hide.
Run.
Blurs of shapes past him easily. All he could see in front of him was the cold, grey cobblestones beneath his feet. The harsh, November gales ripped through his skin, like a sleek, silver sword, that was already poised to strike.
Run.
His instincts screamed. The adrenaline coursed through his body, as he pushed himself further and further from the shadows that followed him. His lungs were starved of oxygen. But even so, he pushed himself. He forced himself. He had to get away, before they caught him.
And suddenly, he fell.
It only took a split second for him to try scrambling back up to his feet.
A tavern.
There was a tavern there.
If he could just make it…!
He froze in place, when he caught two young children in the distance.
Blond, curly hair fell down her ivory skin, the cruel moonlight shinning down on her soft, callous smirk.
A pair of dichromatic eyes, one sapphire, the other emerald, innocently pierced him with their obedient glare.
And finally, he heard footsteps, from behind.
Footsteps that reminded him so terrifyingly of gleeful spider, who had just caught a fluttering butterfly in its web.
From there, he saw them, ready to drag him off to the dark.
The Michaelis Demons.