Chapter 1- The Man Of Bad Luck
As a child Sebastian loved super heroes. Give him the name of one; he probably knew him/her and probably loved him/her. There was one villain that he loved though. This villain didn't exist in comic books oh no. They were real.
Sebastian would always look out the window and stare at the moon just waiting for the man of bad luck to come and pass by. Dreaming about the day he'd finally be able to meet him. It is said that the man of bad luck brings misfortune and destruction to everything he touches. Sebastian loved him.
He was at the breakfast table, playing with his superman and wonder woman action figures when his mother decided to scold him.
Liana: Sebastian Michaelis! We will not allow you to play with those things at the table! Right Lucifer?
Lucifer: What did you say? I wasn't listening.
Liana: Ugh. Anyway, I expect you to keep those in your toy box and only take them out if you want to play with them in your room! Understood?
Sebastian: I wish that bad luck man would just come and give you bad luck!
His mother, father, and sister looked at him a bit shocked. Lucifer seemed to be smirking behind his newspaper a few seconds after.
Liana: How…dare you?
Sebastian just sat there with just a little tiny bit of guilt. Though he didn't regret what he said.
Liana: To your room! NOW!
Sebastian gets up and rushes to his room. He slammed and locked the door to go and hide under his blanket.
Sebastian: I just want the bad luck man to take me away from here.
Claude: You're very fond of me aren't you?
He jumped when he heard a voice. He peeked out from under his warm blanket to whimper when he sees a face.
Claude: No need to freak out kid. What's your name?
Sebastian couldn't find any words to respond with. He couldn't process what was going on. He didn't even know who this guy was.
Claude: Don't keep me waiting.
Sebastian: Se…Sebastian. Sebastian Michaelis.
Claude: Very nice to meet you Sebastian. I'm Claude Faustus or as other people like to call me, The Man of Bad Luck.
Sebastian's eyes widened as he looked at the man before him. This was the man of bad luck talking to him. Why was he here? Why did he care? He finally got to see the man of his dreams. Someone he had looked up to (for some fucked up reason).
Claude: You seem upset. Your family doesn't understand why those things are so important to you?
This guy knew everything about him! It was amazing!
Claude: Is it that you just want to run away? I understand. I think you should stay. They may not act like it, but they love you very much. Just know that. Don't think for a second that there's not somebody in this world who doesn't want to see you smile, even if it's fake.
Sebastian didn't understand why Claude was telling him this. He was the man of bad luck not the man of good advice. Maybe he was special in some sort of way. He didn't know and right now he didn't care. He was starting to cry just thinking about what the man said.
Sebastian: Mommy! Daddy!
Claude: Aw. There's no need to cry. I'd hug you, but you're too sweet of a child and I don't want to give you bad luck.
He didn't care. He hugged Claude tight and Claude smiled warmly as he hugged back.
Claude: How old are you?
Sebastian: Huh?
Claude: How old are you?
Sebastian: I'm 7.
Claude: I see. Expect to see me again on your birthday in 12 years. Don't forget about me.`
Sebastian blinked and Claude had disappeared. He found an action figure of the man of bad luck. He smiled and squeezed it.
Claude: Sebastian Michaelis.