Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler or anything affiliated with it. Black Butler belongs to Yana Toboso. Original characters are mine.
Chapter 2
The inside of the manor proved to have the same character as the outside. At least that's what Seraphine thought from the little that she had seen. The dull, gray stone that made up the outside of the house matched the inside as well.
Asmodeus slipped them through a side entrance before the sun's rays had a chance to touch them. Once through the door they were met with a small set of stairs leading down into a hallway with various rooms on either side. There was nothing grand or rich about this part of the house, so Seraphine assumed that these must be where the servants worked.
Still settled in Asmodeus' arms, Seraphine swiveled her head around, trying to catch a glimpse into each room they passed.
"This is the basement," Asmodeus said, quenching her curiosity. "Here you will find the kitchens, the servant's dining hall, household supplies, and much more. The servant's quarters can be found in the hallways just up those stairs." He nodded towards a staircase at the opposite end of where they had just come through.
"Oh," Seraphine replied, her mind absorbing everything being said to her as her mate walked into the kitchen he just mentioned. "And where are the servants?"
"They should still be asleep, but will no doubt be waking soon." Asmodeus set her down on a wooden island that was in the middle of the vast cooking area.
The demoness settled herself but gave the demon a look. "Are you sure this is sanitary?" She asked him, shifting her hips a bit, alluding to the part of her body he had recently ravaged. She felt her bottom stick to her tattered skirt, seemingly glued to it from her body's juices.
Her mate just smirked as he leaned both hands on the counter on either side of her, "Oh don't worry, my pet. I'll clean it and any other mess you decide to make," he purred into her ear, the tip of his nose gently trailing the skin along her jaw till he reached her chin. He grinned in satisfaction when he felt her breath hitch. Tilting her chin upwards with his nose, his lips connected to the skin of her neck, deftly placing open mouthed kisses across the column of her throat, trailing upwards towards her lips.
Seraphine found herself without any breath to inhale, her eyes half lidded as her hands clutched at the edge of the counter. She heard the wood groan under the strain of her grip.
Asmodeus paused as he reached her lips, waiting for her eyes to open. Rather than the russet red that he was expecting, a glowing pink met his eyes, one of the evidences of her desire for him. Another evidence was the sweet aroma of her arousal forming between her thighs, which deeply satisfied him.
His demoness gently bumped her nose with his as he brought his forehead to rest against hers, and her pink orbs disappeared once more behind her eyelids as she waited for him to make the first move.
Before he could even contemplate capturing the red petals that were her lips with his own, the sound of footsteps coming from the hallway over caught his attention.
Before Seraphine knew it, she was back in her mate's arms, and whisked to the other side of the room, both of them covered completely by the shadows in the corner next to the door. The immortals watched in unearthly silence as a male figure entered the kitchen, the grey light of dawn just barely coming through the windows enough that a head of golden hair was noticeable.
Seraphine's demonic eyes took note of every part of the man. Tall, slim but sturdy build, tanned skin, and blue eyes. He was dressed in what appeared to be a chef's outfit, and what was curious was that he had a pair of goggles hanging loosely around his neck.
The male walked around the room, lighting a few candles to brighten up the area. The light from those candles danced dangerously close to the alcove that was the demonic pair's hiding place. Seraphine tightened her arms around her demon's neck as she waited to see what he would do; she was curious as to why he was hiding her from the human male. If he expected her to live there she was sure that she would have to meet all the other inhabitants eventually.
A low growl rumbling in the pit of her demon's chest caught her ear. She looked down at her mate and saw the intense stare he was giving the other male across the room. His eyes, which had started to glow, shifted briefly to her own as he noticed the curious stare she was giving him, before his orbs flitted over her form then returned back to the human who was lighting a cigarette he had pulled from his pocket.
Seraphine felt Asmodeus' arms tighten around her body and suddenly his actions made complete sense.
He was being territorial of her. The fact that she was in the presence of another male so soon after their mating must be grating on the instincts within him to keep her all to himself. They called this the mating frenzy.
Often times a mated pair will have to seclude themselves weeks - sometimes even months - depending on the male. It was dangerous for demons to be around others as their instincts cried at them to protect, claim, and possess their demoness, mostly until they got their female with child. That way their claim on their mate was completely solidified, so no other demon could challenge them.
She was also sure that her state of undress didn't help matters either.
Seraphine couldn't help the mischievous smile that formed on her lips as she thought of what exactly must be consuming her mate's mind at this very moment.
What a perfect opportunity for some fun, she thought to herself
Beneath the animalistic desire to rip Baldroy's body in half for being in the presence of his demoness (albeit unaware), Asmodeus was fuming at himself. How could he forget something so basic as the mating frenzy? Though he was positive that he would be able to control his actions, he was fuming at himself for not being able to control the onslaught of emotions that were taking over his mind due to the female in his arms.
At the thought of his demoness, the arms underneath her knees and around her back seemed to unconsciously try to press her even closer to himself, seemingly trying to fuse her body to his own. That was a delicious thought, and one he wanted to bring to life at this very moment. Asmodeus couldn't help but imagine burying his cock deep inside of her once more, the memories of their earlier mating coming back to his mind. He wanted to explore her even further than he was able to last time. Find out what made her scream, moan, cry, and bring her to complete ecstasy.
He started to breathe heavily just thinking about taking her and turned his head to look at her face. He froze, and his body tensed when his eyes fell upon her. The only problem was, her own eyes were not focused on himself.
To his horror, her gaze was completely set upon Baldroy. He watched as her eyes seemed to trace the chef's entire figure, seeming to devour him with her russet orbs. The animal within him roared as she slowly bit her lip, her tongue then slipping out to trace over where her teeth had just been. He felt her shift within his arms, her thighs subtly rubbing together.
Before he had a chance to call out his ire, his demoness leaned her lips down towards his ear, her words breathlessly whispered to him at a frequency no human ear would ever be able to capture.
"Asmodeus, who is that?"
Frozen in shock, Asmodeus watched as the hand that had been resting on his chest, reached up to her own to trace a path over the skin of her chest. The flames behind his eyes nearly grew as he watched her slender digits trail over the ripped material of her corset in between her breasts, down over her abdomen before she reached the tattered silk of her skirt at the juncture of her thighs. Her eyes remained on the blonde (about to be dead) man, but before her hand went any further, she burst into a fit of silent giggles.
Asmodeus was shocked still as he tried to calm the rage burning within him. He felt the strain within him relax though as he felt his mate press her forehead to his temple, the tip of her nose grazing his cheek and her eyes closed in delight as her body shook from her quiet laughter. He felt rather than saw the hand that was previously tracing her own body reach up to cup his cheek, her thumb rubbing over the skin soothingly.
"I'm just kidding, Asmodeus," Seraphine giggled. "I didn't think it would be this easy to get underneath your skin, but I am happy I had an opportunity to find out."
Asmodeus did nothing but turn his head to look her square in the face, his eyes intense and burning. She was sitting in the fold of his arms without a care of what she just about made him do to the innocent war veteran across the room.
"My pet," Asmodeus started calmly, a distinct contrast between the emotions that were going haywire within him. "I wonder if you've ever heard about what happens when you play with fire."
The demon felt a shiver go down his spine as her lips caressed his ear and her words whispered through him.
"Oh, but sweetheart, you just don't know how much I love to get burned."
He felt himself pause when she gently pressed her lips to the skin below his ear, though the giggle that escaped her after her kiss made him internally roll his eyes, figuring that she was merely messing with him once more.
At a loss of what to do, he sighed at his playful pet, and waited for the moment when Baldroy's back was turned to them before he whisked her away and out the door.
They went up the staircase Asmodeus had gestured to earlier and down a simple looking hallway before they stopped in front of a door. Asmodeus used his demonic powers to make the door open of its own volition.
"I feel like this moment is comparative to when a groom carries his bride over the threshold of their home." Seraphine commented as Asmodeus made the door quietly close behind them.
"Hmm," the demon mused, letting his mate slide from his arms and to the floor, "so it does. Though the union of humans is far less sacred than of our own kind; I would even say that what they deem as holy matrimony is nothing but a farce in the end."
Seraphine smiled as she ran her fingertips over the lapels of Asmodeus' jacket, her mate's thoughts amusing her. "You're right; humans are such fickle creatures. Declaring their undying love to their sweetheart one moment then slipping into the bed of their secret lover the next." Her hand then went to the opening of his torn shirt, tracing gentle patterns on the mark she placed on him. "I should hope that you and I never turn fickle, Asmodeus."
The demon felt his breath still at her gentle touch on his skin, finding that he loved the feel of her hands on him. It was curious though that he should be feeling this way. Was it like this for every demon? To be so immersed in the presence of your mate that you could hardly breathe. Would it last? Or were these all-consuming thoughts and feelings just symptoms of the mating bond while it was so fresh? He felt he had so many questions yet zero time to find the answers.
"You need not worry, my pet." Asmodeus assured, gently tucking some of her disheveled yet soft black hair behind her ear. "I have no intention of straying from you."
The demoness looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before her lips quirked in a small smile. "I'm happy," She replied, "though not worried. It's not like any male or female would be able to touch you anyway."
And then before Asmodeus knew it, she flitted away from him almost like a butterfly. He watched her as she perused his room, touching the few books he had on display, though they were only just for show. His room didn't have much, only consisting of a twin bed, a nightstand, a desk with a chair, and an armoire. He didn't need much; he didn't even need sleep. The whole room was just to keep up pretenses of being a regular butler.
He thought on her words as she took a seat on his bed, her focus on him completely as she leaned her hands back against the mattress. The demon's eyes immediately homed in on the pale skin of her thighs, the tattered material of her skirt nearly falling away. He felt his cock twitch in his pants, knowing she was completely bare beneath the remains of her silk skirt. He knew this because, unbeknownst to his mate, he had slipped her torn undergarments into the pocket of his pants before they had left the forest.
"And what, pray tell, do you mean by that?" He asked her, though he found his focus falling away at the sight of her body lounging in his room, on his bed. He slowly started to make his way over to her, his mind coming up with all the delicious ways he could make her scream.
Seraphine smirked and dropped back to lay against the mattress. "Oh, just that I included a little spell along with my seal that I put on your body. Basically, if anyone has any less than honorable intentions towards your person and if they touch even one hair on your head, they'll be met with an inexplicable pain that will render them unconscious, and under even special circumstances, dead."
Her eyes sparkled in mirth as she suddenly found her mate leaning over her, one knee on the mattress between her legs and his left hand holding his weight next to her head. His other hand had found purchase beneath her knee, bringing it up to wrap around his waist.
Seraphine's breath hitched as he lowered his hips to rest in the cradle between her thighs, his covered hardness pressing into her core.
"And what was your reason for including this little spell?" He asked, his nose skimming her cheek, breathing in the scent of her skin. He felt her booted calves wrap tighter around his waist, and he flexed his hand against her leg, his fingers slipping beneath the material of her black tights.
"I don't like to share," she gasped, feeling the rush of air hit her exposed thigh as he brought the clothing down to her knee. He growled when her knee-high boots stopped him from pulling them away any further.
Seraphine let out a breathy giggle as she felt his lips trail a wet path down her neck, arching her head back to give him more room to work with. Her eyes closed as she felt herself fall into a daze as his lips traveled towards her breasts while he simultaneously unbuttoned her corset. The demoness opened her eyes at the feeling of warmth upon her face and saw the sun peeking through the windows, casting an ironic glow upon the two creatures of darkness.
"While I'll admit I'm enjoying this, I thought you said your master awoke half past sunrise."
A brief pause was followed by a displeased snarl that tore through her mate's lips. She looked down to see his eyes were glowing that familiar reddish pink as he seemed to glare down at her still covered breasts. He seemed to accept that he wouldn't be taking her anytime soon and dropped his forehead to her shoulder in defeat.
Seraphine let out a small giggle as she picked at his black locks, sifting the silky-smooth strands through her fingers.
"I guess it can't be helped," Sebastian sighed. He picked himself up off her and stood from the bed, giving her body an almost regretful look. He turned away from her, using all of his will power to do so and entered his small lavatory through a door on the right side of the room.
Seraphine heard him rummage around for a few seconds, her ears picking up the sounds of running water before he came right back into the room.
"I've drawn you a bath," he said as he strode to his armoire, using every ounce of strength he had to keep his eyes from straying to the delectable form lounging on his bed. "I'm going to go get my master ready for the day, but in the meantime, I'm going to need you to clean up and make yourself presentable. It wouldn't do to have my mate looking anything less than spectacular when you meet my lord."
Seraphine looked down and gave herself a once over. From her torn stockings to her terribly ripped dress, and from the earthy scent of the forest lingering on her skin, she could agree that a bath sounded most pleasing. She rolled her eyes though at the thought of Asmodeus' supposed master as she didn't feel any inclination to doll herself up for some insignificant lord.
"Why do I have to do anything for this human?" She complained as she rolled over to lean onto her arm and watch her mate as he went through a row of white shirts. "Why can't I just go home and come to you when you call me?"
"Because, as I said before, I desire you to be with me at all times," the demon said nonchalantly as he seemed to study the vest and waistcoat he was holding in his hands.
Seraphine blinked and suddenly her mate was dressed in the clothes that were once in his hold, the torn clothes he had been wearing seemed to disappear into nothing. He looked as he once did when he first found her in the forest; pristinely and professionally dressed, not one thread of his wardrobe out of place. She nearly rolled her eyes at how perfect he looked.
He straightened the lapels of his jacket and picked up a garment brush from a side table to brush away any lint from his clothes. Once finished, he snapped his fingers and, in his hands, a long piece of clothing materialized out of thin air.
"Now, once you finish bathing, I would like for you to put on this dress."
Seraphine gave it a once over, before she gave her mate a blank look, his own face mimicking hers. She gave a resigned sigh and lifted herself from his bed before making her way into his bathing room.
Sebastian's eyes followed her form, smirking as he saw how stiffly her legs moved, before she disappeared into the next room. He neatly hung the dress on the door of his closet and straightened out his gloves, his eyes moving towards the bathroom door. He knew she was only a wall away, but it didn't stop the yearning need he had to be with her at all times. Slowly, he made his way over to the door, his entire body clenching in want as he peeked through gap.
She had pulled off her boots and stockings and was currently working on removing her corset. Her back was to him, and he desperately wanted her to turn around as the restricting piece that went around her midsection came free and fell to the floor, the torn material of her sleeves and skirt going along with it. His eyes trailed up the smooth skin of her calves and thighs as she went to remove the last piece of clothing covering her body. The thin, black slip left little to the imagination, but it was still in the way of his gaze.
Asmodeus gently pushed on the door to let himself in as he focused intently on his mate. His blood was thrumming in his veins as he watched her hands carefully remove the straps from her shoulders. He'd just reached her as the final piece of clothing fell from her body, leaving her completely bare. He couldn't help but fall into a trance as he trailed his gloved fingers along her spine, his cock stiffening at the small gasp that came from her lips; oh, what noises could he bring forth from her.
Her long, thick, black hair ended just above her pert bottom and it was almost like his hand had a mind of its own as he twined his fingers through the ends. The air was still and silent, filled with the steam of the water coming from the tub, and he could feel his blood starting to boil, answering the call of the mating frenzy.
She'd been standing still in front of him, her arms crossed over her breasts, just sensing his movements. She felt nervous though she didn't know why. Would it be different from the first time? He was rough, passionate, and unrelenting in the forest. Could the next time be gentler? Could he be gentle? She didn't even know if that's what she wanted. From how quickly she felt herself become wet, a part of her wondered if she really even cared how he took her as long as he did. All she knew was that she wasn't ready. Underneath the throbbing desire was a throbbing pain, small but still there. The only problem was, was she allowed to deny him? Would he understand if she told him she wasn't ready, or would he overpower her and take what he wanted regardless of how she felt. Unfortunately, they lived in a world where every rule was dictated by the male.
Luckily for her, she had a card up her sleeve. The only thing more powerful than his desires was the desires of his master. All she had to do was remind him.
"Keep this up and you're going to be late," she warned him, breaking his trance.
She heard Asmodeus let out a sharp sigh through his mouth as he gave her hair another gentle tug, this time in annoyance as he knew what she was doing.
She turned her head up towards him and stretched on her tippy toes to give the underside of his chin a gentle peck. "Later," she grinned.
"I'll hold you to that," he replied, giving her body another once over before he reluctantly turned away from her. "I'll come back and retrieve you when it's time to meet my master." He said as he made his way to the door. The sound of splashing water met his ears.
"Asmodeus," she called.
The demon stopped with his hand on the door. "Yes, my pet."
"You might want to take care of that before you go up there."
Asmodeus looked back and saw her in the tub, the water coming up to her collarbone, hiding her body from his sight. She was smirking at him, her eyes trained on his crotch, bringing his attention to the noticeable tent in his pants.
His eyes went back to her amused form before he returned her smirk. "That, my pet, is a job meant solely for you."
She rolled her eyes in reply before going about the task of cleaning herself. He desperately wished he could be the one to wash her body clean, and learn every dip and curve of her skin, but as he checked his silver pocket watch, he knew there was just no time to do so.
"Duty calls."
Seraphine sighed as she felt all of her muscles relax – internal and external – from the warmth of the water. It felt so good to be clean, she almost wanted to fall asleep right where she was, but she knew she had to get out sooner or later.
With much reluctance, she pulled herself from the copper tub and dried herself off with a nearby towel. She rung out her long hair over the tub, before bringing the towel up to squeeze the rest of it dry.
She made her way back into her mate's bedroom and her eyes caught the dress that he had materialized for her. Not wanting to get the dress wet from her still damp hair, she moved it aside and opened up the armoire. Four rows of shirts, vests, coats, and pants met her eyes, along with a row of black shoes on the bottom shelf. There were four small drawers beneath the shelf of shoes which she unashamedly opened to peek inside. She was disappointed to find nothing but ties, gloves, socks, and handkerchiefs all neatly folded in their respective drawers.
She had hoped he would have something at least a little interesting lying around. She glanced around his room and noticed some drawers on his desk as well as his nightstand. She grinned in excitement at the chance to snoop around and learn at least something about her new mate, but before doing that, she needed to find something to wear.
Turning back to his open armoire, the demoness pulled one of his white shirts off its hanger and slipped it on. She buttoned a good majority of the buttons before rolling up the too long sleeves. They went well past her hands and the hem of the shirt fell just above her knees. Satisfied that she was covered, she flitted over to his desk.
She was disappointed to find nothing but a few blank pieces of paper and some pens were all that occupied his desk. She was even more disappointed to find that his nightstand was completely empty. There was nothing under his bed, and the books on top of his desk were nothing but a book of poems and a volume of Shakespeare's works.
Feeling put out at her failed attempt at snooping, Seraphine fell back onto her mate's bed, burrowing herself into his pillow. She breathed in deeply, her nose taking in the untampered scent of Asmodeus. It was calming, in a confusing way. She shouldn't feel so comfortable around him, she'd barely known him two hours. She wondered if this was the effects of the mating bond.
She thought about how drastically her life had changed in a short amount of time. She had just come up for a bite to eat, and rather than going straight home afterwards, she had found herself mated instead, something she didn't think would happen to her for another couple of millennia.
Thinking of home, her mother would be expecting her. Seraphine had never told her where she was going.
The demoness fell asleep wondering how long it would take her family to realize that she was gone.
"Master, it's time for you to wake up."
Ciel Phantomhive opened his eyes to the bright light of the sun shining through his bedroom window, his curtains having been opened by the butler who had just spoken. He lightly groaned and rubbed his eyes as he sat up, blinking wearily at his surroundings. Scooting towards the edge of the bed, he yawned as he accepted the cup of tea Sebastian had poured for him.
"For breakfast today we have two poached eggs, bacon, rocket and grilled tomato, drizzled with hollandaise sauce and served on a crisp rosti, infused with rosemary and sea salt. I can substitute the bacon with salmon if you would prefer." Sebastian said as he prepared his master's wardrobe.
Ciel took a sip of his tea, the burning liquid waking him up a bit. "I'll keep the bacon."
"Very well, sir. Your schedule today is very light. No meetings or anything of import to do with the Funtom Company." Sebastian took away the tea cup and saucer his master was holding out to him and proceeded to dress him for the day. "You do have a violin lesson today as well as a tutor session in Science and History."
"Very well then," Ciel replied, his eyes closed as Sebastian buttoned up his vest and proceeded to tie his tie. "Today sounds like a very simple day." Ciel hummed in amusement. "Simple. I never thought I'd use that word to describe my life. Nothing is ever simple around here."
"Right you are, sir," Sebastian agreed as he slipped on his master's shoes. Ciel stood as Sebastian grabbed his blue jacket and turned so the butler could slip it on. Once his jacket was buttoned and his eyepatch was in place, Ciel turned to finish his tea.
"If that's all, Sebastian, you may leave."
"Actually, sir…there was something I wanted to discuss with you."
Ciel turned at the serious tone in his demon butler's voice and was met with a blank look. He wished the demon was easier to read. He never gave any inclination as to what he was thinking which threw Ciel off as he prided himself in his ability to read people like an open book. He laughed to himself as he thought that it made sense as Sebastian wasn't even a person.
Sitting himself on the edge of his bed, the young earl gave the demon his attention. "What is it?"
Not really knowing where to start, the demon figured he'd begin with the basics. "When it comes to nature and animals, I assume you know what mating season is, or at least I hope you do?"
"Mating…season?" Ciel asked warily. This was not what he was expecting. He assumed Sebastian needed to talk to him about the accounts or the servants or something else to do with the estate. He had a feeling he wasn't going to like the direction this conversation was going to go.
"Yes, mating season. Every year, most breeds of animals mate during a certain time of the year. This is mostly due to the optimization of survival of the young due to certain aspects like weather temperature, water and food availability, and the predatory behaviors of other species." Sebastian explained. "During this time of year, the female body goes through a cycle which sets their bodies for optimum fertility and makes them receptive to mating." The demon inwardly smirked at the look of horror that continued to grow on the boy's face with every word he said.
Ciel tried to stop the blush that was growing across his cheeks as he desperately tried to hold the demon's gaze, not wanting to show any weakness. At the amused look on the butler's face, he knew he was failing profusely.
Closing his eyes and angling his head away from the demon in a feigned look of disinterest, Ciel cleared his throat. "And what exactly does this have to do with you?"
Sebastian grinned at his master's embarrassment. "Well, my lord, much like those breeds of animals, my kind is currently in mating season."
Ciel's eyes shot open. "Your kind?" This was unexpected. Sebastian never talked about anything that had to do with his own supernatural species. Then a thought struck him, "wait…your kind is currently in mating season? … You're in mating season?"
Sebastian gave a teasing smile, "Yes, exactly, my lord."
The Earl of Phantomhive stood from his bed and went to the window, wanting to put as much distance between himself and the demon as possible. So much for a simple day, he thought to himself. After composing himself, he turned back to the demon, though he found he was still at a loss for words.
"Well… uh… tha-," he took a deep breath, "are… are you saying that you need to find a mate?" Ciel couldn't believe he was having this conversation. He was so confused. What kind of mate was Sebastian looking for? How does a demon even go about finding one? And then when he did find one, what would they do? Ciel stopped his thought process from going there; he knew what they would do, he just didn't want to think about it.
"No, my lord, I already have one, and she's currently here… in the manor."
Ciel's eyes grew wide, "What?"
"Yes, my lord, this is what I wanted to talk to you about." Sebastian replied, relieved that they were finally at the root of the topic, despite the fun he was having making his younger master squirm. "I was wondering if she could be allowed to stay here in the mansion? We could simply say she's my wife and if you're not comfortable with her being idle, we could even give her a position in the manor."
Ciel couldn't seem to wrap his head around the situation. "Let me get this straight. There's another demon in my mansion and this demon just so happens to be your mate."
"Yes, sir," Sebastian said. He hoped his young lord would be receptive to this. If his master didn't want her under his roof, Sebastian would have no choice but to comply with his wishes which meant that he would have to send Seraphine home. He clenched his jaw at the thought of being parted from her. He would have to spin this in a way that his master would see that he would benefit from it, to present it in a way that Seraphine being here would be in his lord's best interest.
"She's completely loyal to me, sir, which means in turn she will be completely loyal to you," Sebastian reassured. "She cannot go against me, and if I command her to obey you, she will obey."
"Mhmm," Ciel rubbed his chin thinking. Another demon in the manor, and if as Sebastian said, it meant another demon under his control. He turned back to the window thinking over the possibilities at having two supernatural creatures at his beck and call. Sebastian was proficient, he couldn't deny, but how much more power could he gain with another knight added to his chess board.
He turned back to the butler, a blank look on his face, but a calculating gleam in his eye.
"Bring her to me."
And finally, the story continues.
I would like to thank everyone who has read/favorited/followed/commented on this story. Though it took a long time for this chapter to come out, I loved getting those notifications. Also, thank you to those that caught mistakes in the story and let me know, be it story plot or grammar wise. I will accept constructive criticism in my writing as well as any help you would like to give me.
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Finally, and then I'll leave you. I had a question from a reader.
Alzena:
I don't know what Sebastian's real name is. I try to stay as consistent with the facts as I can in whatever detail I can find, and I do a lot of research. When I searched to see if his true name had been revealed in the series, I didn't find anything, so I just googled demon names and found one that I liked. Asmodeus really stuck out to me, so I used that. His name could be Mephistopheles, but I don't know. I've only ever seen the anime, I've never read the manga. So if his name has been revealed in the manga, for those of you that have read it, let me know and I'll change it to that.
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