Sebastian's POV
I sighed tiredly, dropping the masters bags in his room. I would have to unpack them soon. My young lord had grown ever so impatient as the years had progressed. He had changed so much over time that I could scarcely recognize him anymore. He was not the young Phantomhive I had once known. No, he was something else entirely. And I knew, that if I didn't keep a watchful eye over the young master, that things could go horribly wrong. The problem was though, that I had no energy for such a task. I hadn't fed in centuries. The master had not allowed me to. Some time after he had become a demon, he had decided to establish some rules. I could not eat. I could not be more powerful than he. I was to be weak, and feeble, and and... nothing more than his foolish slave.
Over time I indeed became weaker, and now it was getting to the point where I could barely think straight. I suppose you think it strange for a demon to become weak, but believe me, it can happen. I don't think that I could die from starvation. I would most likely become catatonic. Wouldn't be much use for the young master then, would I? No, I suppose not. Maybe it's good that I'm becoming weak. Maybe I won't have to deal with him much-
"SEBASTIAN?! HAVE YOU UNPACKED MY LUGGAGE?!" , he screamed from the other room. I sighed once more and began hanging his clothes in his closet. I soon felt his presence behind me but paid it no mind.
"Well, aren't you a good little dog?",he cooed, getting comfortable on his bed. I ignored him, focusing on getting his shirts on hangers. Even this was becoming a difficult task. " You're doing such a good job that I may just decide to feed you.", he murmured. I turned to him quickly, feeling the emptiness in my stomach. He smirked, knowing that he had gotten to me.
"No, never mind. I don't think I shall, now that I know how hungry you are." , he grinned. I glared at him and resumed hanging his clothes. He stood up and came to my side, reaching up to touch my cheek. I growled and slapped his hand away.
"DO NOT touch me...", I seethed, staring at the floor, knowing this was no way for a butler to act. Ciel frowned and stepped away.
" I was just looking at your eyes, no need to get snappy. They're not even red anymore. Do you know this Sebastian? They're the color of bloody mud. You know, your appearance isn't even remarkable anymore. I remember when you could actually make women swoon, Sebastian. And what do they do now? Turn away in disgust. How does that make you feel, Sebastian? Now that I'm the one getting all the attention? How does that make you-"
SLAM
"Will you just shut your damned mouth, you annoying little brat?!" I screamed, holding the young master against the wall by his shirt. He just grinned.
"Well. What do you know? The mangy dog still has a little strength left in him." he muttered before throwing me across the room. My head landed hard against the wall and my skull popped in response.
"But not enough, it seems.", he whispered, leaving the room.
