STORY SUMMARY: Things were going fine for me until I blacked out one night and woke to a demon butler serving tea and scones. He's convinced I've made a contract with him—I'm convinced he's lying.
Rating: T (Subject to change)
GENERAL DISCLAIMER: It's not my sandbox. I'm just playing in it.
Sweetness
Part Four
Approximately twelve hours earlier...
Sebastian had decided long ago that humans were above all, a silly and mundane species. He often compared them to packs of mangy dogs, perpetually chasing their own tails and laying waste to everything they touched. He supposed, in a serendipitous way, it was fortunate that they were also delicious—that one redeeming quality was enough to keep even the most ill tempered of demons from losing patience and setting the breed aflame.
The irony was that the sole purpose his brethren hunted mortals, was consequently the very same that kept them alive—and thriving if their growing numbers were anything to judge by. Sebastian, as his (human-turned-devil) master had titled him some hundred-fifty years before, spent the better half of those dual centuries fantasizing about such delicacies. In his opinion, human souls were truly the epitome of fine dining. Regrettably, due to current circumstances, he could do little more than fantasize.
The demon butler, whom was forever bound to serve one boy for the remainder of eternity, was barred from partaking—from ever again feeling the euphoric rush that came with devouring a human morsel. The reasoning behind this was that a devil could only create and maintain a single contract at a time—and only after that contract has been either completed or terminated, could he move on to another. Termination was only ever the result of death.
Resentment wasn't something a hell-being typically felt. One's emotions normally ranged somewhere between feral, possessive and slightly amused. Things like love—hate—fear—and resentment shouldn't even register as a blip on a demonic radar. At least that's what Sebastian had always assumed—until the incident. Perhaps it wasn't rational to fault Ciel for the unfortunate turn of events concerning Alois Trancy; but in turn Ciel couldn't fault his lowly butler for occasionally imagining tearing his young master to pieces if only to reclaim a fraction of his former freedom.
Now, in order to gain sustenance, Sebastian was forced to degrade himself by feeding as the weaker devils did. Outside of souls, blood was the single best alternative; however, while flavorsome, the tangy substitute never truly satisfied in the way it's competitor did. It was like eating only gourmet salads after a lifetime of red meat.
Thus, it was with an forlorn sigh that Sebastian vanished from his ledge atop a multi-rise building, materializing amidst the scattered populous below. The young lord would be expecting his return soon; if he wanted his meal he'd need to act with haste.
AN: Thoughts and/or opinion on Sebastian situation? BTW: While I'm doing my best to edit, please point out any miss-spelled words you will eventually stumble across.