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Sebastian's POV
I carefully lifted her up and took her into the room she should be staying in. Blood ran down from my face, but I could care less.
I sat her down on the bed and sat myself next to her, trying not to look away from her face. Tears ran down her cheeks and she still looked at me with an angry expression. I wondered what I did wrong to cause her anger as well as the undeniable claws I felt when she attacked me.
While I said nothing she suddenly attempted to attack me again, but it was more a show than a real assault. I held her wrists between us and asked, "Why are you attacking me?", no answer, not even a reaction. "Maria, why are you attacking me?"
"You… you did… this… to me."
"What?"
"Sebastian, do you think I'm that dumb? You and I both felt that I was going to die back on the floor, but some miracle saved me.", the sarcasm in her voice was obvious, she went on, her voice trembling, "and then suddenly, these things started to happen. First it was just how I saw, then I looked into a mirror and my eyes, my eyes were glowing just like yours when I attacked you. And then these," she stared at her hands, the claws that they were transformed into, "these started to,… grow."
Slowly I took her hands in mine and made the claws go back into normal fingernails. She stared at me in wonder.
"What is this, Sebastian? What did you do to me? What are you?"
"That… is complicated."
"Why? Why won't you tell me?"
"No need to exaggerate yourself. It is just, I never had to tell anyone of my true nature, my being."
"Did no one ask?"
"No, they weren't really interested. They think they know, but I don't think they really understand,"
"So?"
"So what?", my mind had been far far away for a moment.
"What are you, Sebastian? Really?"
"Okay, I'll tell you, but you have to quietly listen until I finished, alright?"
"Right. I'm silent. Now tell me already!"
I chuckled at her impatience. Once I had been like her, curious to find out who I really was.
"I am a demon.", I saw her mouth open, but she remained silent. At least she believed me. "I once was an angel, but I fell because my … lover died due to sickness and I… kind of killed every one I could find in heaven. No one had been a challenge to me. I killed shinigami as well as angels, it did not matter to me, and at least I tried to kill myself to join her in death, but I woke up… in hell with Satan grinning at me, saying "Hello, son. Welcome home."", I stopped, the memory caused my eyes to close and when I opened them again she looked at me with so much concern, so much compassion, and again I was imprisoned by those marvelous black eyes.
"So, you are a demon. Once you were an angel. You made me like this? Made me a demon like you?"
"Basically yes. I was not sure if it would work, but I could not let you die like Claire died, only because I was too late. I had heard from this technique, but I never tried it out. And when you lay there on the floor and I saw that you were dying I let you drink from my blood, this way at least causing you to live like this rather than be dead. And still until you woke up I was afraid it could have failed, I could have failed, again."
"Let me guess, you made a contract with Ciel? When is the little bastard due? Can we stay here afterward? Or better buy a house somewhere nice? Italy for example?", I just stared at her.
