Chapter Two: Sebastian Michaels
How many millenniums have past since I was born…?
How many souls have I devoured...?
I have never shown a hint of affections to my food, these so called humans...
Yet I couldn't comprehend why this single human...would
Mean so much for a demon without any emotion like me...
Yes true I despised him for being a demon and not letting me be at one with him forever
With this thought I thought to my self do I 'love' him?
Yet another morning came to me I fixed up my suit after my nightly hunt of souls. With this task my master doesn't bat an eyelash; he knew that without any food I would weaken. I went to his room much to my surprise he's still asleep lying on his bed without a breath escaping his body.
I fixed him a wonderful breakfast if it was visible much less tangible. Thinking of how I would tell him the recent feelings I have discovered I lost focus and didn't realize that he was awake. I changed his garments from his night shirt to a black suit I bought for him the other day.
His face as dull as it was for the past hundreds of years. Not a single emotion seen past that beautiful porcelain face. Does he hate me that much that much less talking to me is impossible? The only words that he had spoken to me was when he was just reborn into a demon the words so piercing 'I didn't expect for you to try and kill me the first time I opened my eyes' and when I was tying his bow and requested for it to be tighter or for the last for he have ever spoken to me 'there is one thing you'll have to say to me from now on' and followed by my monologue "yes my lord" and with that thought I announced lunch.
He's thinking deeply of what of whom? Its not the lady tailor that came to retake his sizes is it? Or is it the new chauffer I just hired or the maid? I sighed at my ridiculous thoughts. But what if he's thinking of that girl reincarnation of Lady Elizabeth? I feel my frown deepen. He stood up to take a new book, how many times have he read all these books? I should make note to buy him a new set of them. With a sigh I rang the bell for tea.
He's been sighing awfully often and I could feel there's something bothering him. He was about to let out an aura when I announced 'dinner is served'.
With a few books that night he sighed and put the book down and strode off for bed with me following behind. And after changing his clothes I bowed and sigh for relief that the day ended without any trouble and bowed and gave an annoying note to the maid eavesdropping outside and said "goodnight milord."