"Uh, Sebastian, what are you doing here?" I asked him, but when the words left my mouth, I noticed that my voice was trembling. Since when had this demon meant so much to me that his every action could warrant such reaction?

When I met Sebastian, I did not care about him much. He was a tool for me to gain my vengeance, someone I would use to the limits to get what I wanted, but throughout the years he had always been by my side.

As the years had gone past, he had taken care of me and every little thing that might have troubled me, he had spoiled me and given me anything I wanted.

Now that we were no longer bound the same way as before, now that I was no longer his master I reached the strange conclusion that I was unable to fully comprehend my own thoughts. I wanted to be near him, but I feared him at the same time.

I wanted him to bring an end to it all, but I wanted to be near him like now.

Being filled with these conflicting thoughts, I had not noticed that he had moved so close to me, and I was completely embarrassed as I quickly attempted to turn my back to him again, not expose my naked torso in front of him, yet when I turned around I felt a cool finger slid down my spine.

"You do seem like you will be able to do this on your own," he said with a slight chuckle, and I could not help but feel strangely embarrassed by him suddenly touching me, and a shiver ran through my entire body.

"Oh?" a chuckle escaped his lips as he felt the shiver that ran through my body and I wished that I could hide far away. My face was turning red, and I dared not move an inch.

"Well, why don't I help you?" Sebastian stood up, and the cool finger that had touched me previously was now grabbing my wrist and forcing me to turn around.

The red eyes were blazing as they looked at me, and I unconsciously tried to shrink away from them, but my body was held in a tight grasp by Sebastian. He would never have tried to look at me like this before, and I was completely not used to it, making my heart skip a beat.

Sebastian seemed not to notice my thoughts of embarrassment, and instead, his cool hands started fastening my buttons. Every so gently he would close one button at a time, and his fingers would brush over my skin gently, ghosting over it making me feel that it was touching me yet not.

This kind of feeling was unbearable. I could not stop my body from shivering with every single touch, and a smile started rising on Sebastian's lips.

I was left with complete disarray. My body was feeling weaker by the second, and my head was starting to become dizzy from the sudden touches that he was administering and I could not help but wonder whether or not he was doing this on purpose.

Why would he touch me like this? I could not help but wonder. He never touched me before when helping me dress; he never smirked at me like he is now as if everything is in his control.

I felt more and more confused and just allowed for Sebastian to drag me around as he pleased. His cool hands were completely messing up my rational thoughts, and the sudden touch left me feeling like jelly.

"You look acceptable," Sebastian said after some time and his hands, which had been tormenting me, suddenly withdrew, and I found myself feeling as if someone had dropped a bucket of water on my head, completely destroying all the strange feelings I had been feeling before.

This is Sebastian, I said to myself, my eyes widening in horror. How can I suddenly start to feel as if I am enjoying his touch? How can I start to think that it is a good thing that he is toying with me like this?

For there was no question about the fact that Sebastian was having fun. His eyes were glistening, his face sprouting a small smile and his cool hands once more reached out and caressed my cheek.

"Follow me," he said as he withdrew his hand and stood up straight. His smile was suddenly gone, the gleam in his eyes had vanished, and all that was left was a stern and dark expression that I had only seen on his eyes a few times before when he had lost all reasoning when he had fought by my side.

An almost unnoticeable tremble ran through my body. I had never feared him before because I knew that everything he did was done on my order, I knew that everything he would do was to look after me, and his entire life was revolving around my life.

Now things had changed. Now I had to live for him, but I was still not sure what exactly he wanted from me.

I sighed, but came to my feet and followed Sebastian out the door, yet just as I exited my eyes turned wide open in surprise.

The room I came from was quite comfortable. It was light, and it had a beautiful canopy bed in burgundy. There were pretty rugs on the floor, and the clothes were in carved out wooden dressers.

Now that I had left the room I found that outside was dark. There was a dark black rug running through the hallway and dark figures, but there was no light. Not even a light source from torches lit up the hallway, and I could not help but wonder how Sebastian could see in this darkness. I for one could not.

I could sense Sebastian right in front of me, and I tried to follow him, but it was hard in the darkness, and I heard a small chuckle when suddenly a cool hand grabbed onto my hand.

"I forgot you couldn't see in the darkness," he sounded so smirk that I could not help but smile slightly, almost mocking myself. It was Sebastian we were talking about, he would never forget anything, so what purpose was there with this, other than to make things difficult for me.

I suddenly realized that the hand that held mine was soft and gentle. It was not the usual roughness that I experienced by Sebastian when he was dealing with other people, and I suddenly felt bashful. .

I did not answer him; I could simply not get the words past my lips. Instead, I just hand my head and held onto the hand that had gripped mine.

I was about to ask him about what his plans were for me, but I did not have the courage.

Suddenly I felt as if there was a slight squeeze of my hand. I was surprised and wished that I could see Sebastian's face. Was he trying to cheer me up? That sounded out of character for him, but it still warmed my heart, even if it was just done unconsciously.

We walked and walked. Sebastian seemed to have a specific location in mind, but I had no idea where it was. We walked through many different corridors and hallways, but none of them were lit up. I could see nothing at the start, but my eyes got used to the darkness little after little, and I started to be able to see the frames of furniture and doors.

We finally reached one door, and Sebastian opened it, bringing me with him into a chamber where there was lit up with some torches.

Looking around inside I found other demons. There was no doubt about what they were. One of them had horns; another had hooves. The third had pointy ears, and the last one had red eyes like Sebastian. They were all men.

"So that is the creature you took with you back home?" the hooved demon asked, and I felt how all of them were looking at me.

I was used to hiding my right eye underneath the eyepatch, but Sebastian had seemed not to want to cover it up, and thus I just curiously looked back at them with my two eyes, one normal and one that was a seal.

"You put your contract at such an obvious place, huh?" the horned demon laughed, "you must have taken a liking to him from the very start, most people hide it away, but you wanted to show the whole world that this kid belongs to you?" .

I was lost for words; it seemed that they had misunderstood Sebastian. He had even told me before that he choose my eye because it would be the most painful place to place it.

"He is quite cute," the horned demon continued as he stood up from his seat and came over to look at me. His face was so close to mine that our noses almost touched.

I was completely perplexed as to why I had been taken here to meet these demons.

"Stay in the corner," Sebastian said and pointed to a corner where I nodded my head and went to while he went towards the other demons.

They were speaking together, but as to what they were saying, I could not hear.

I tried not to listen in on their conversation too. I was new in this place and knew no one but Sebastian. He had told me to stay in the corner so I would do that. Considering what he had done for me over the years, this order was truly not too bad.

As time went on the demons continued talking. From time to time I could feel some gazes thrown my way, but none of them went out of the way to come to talk to me, and I did not move from the corner I had been given.

Suddenly laughter rang through the group of demons, startling me, and I turned around to look at them only to see that they were all looking at me with rather curious expressions, all apart from Sebastian.

They spoke a bit longer before they rose to their feet and left the room. On their way out all of them went to greet me, and I returned their greetings.

The demon with pointy ears even went as far as to kiss me on the cheek, something that confused me, but I figured he was like those French people who kissed when greeting one another, so I paid no more attention to it.

When I looked at Sebastian, I suddenly shrank back. He seemed anything but pleased. His eyes were glowing as he stared at me, his arms crossed over his chest.

"We are going back," he sneered at me, his hand clasping down on my wrist hard and without waiting for me to adjust myself, he began dragging me through the dark corridors.

It was painful. The hand that had clasped down on my wrist was so hard that the bones were creaking, and after rushing for ten minutes, I could no longer hold back a moan of pain that escaped my lips.

Finally, Sebastian came to a standstill, and I could feel that he turned around to look at me. Everything was so dark, I could not see anything but suddenly a body pressed against mine, pushing me back until I was up against a wall, and then when I was about to ask what was going on, I felt a pair of lips on mine.

The sensation was rough and domineering. I could feel my head being forced back, and the kiss deepened. My mouth, which had been a little open, was assaulted by a tongue that swept away my thoughts and left me as a quivering mess.