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The warm light from the fireplace sent a golden glow over the room where his master was currently reclining in a large wingback chair, his feet resting on an ottoman.
The white stockings rose from blue velvet shoes, the same colour as his visible eye, the matching coat that accentuated the petite form and pale hands that leisurely turned a page in the book that he was reading, it all presented a beautiful tableau, one that Sebastian normally would enjoy and take pleasure in observing.
But this was not the case tonight.
From where he was standing, he was shrouded in the shadows of the nightfall outside, unobserved and concealed from prying eyes.
Not that anyone was looking in his direction anyway. He could just as well have allowed his shadow to fall across the room and still not receive so much as a hint of attention.
The young master opened his mouth and allowed a small fork of chocolate gateau, his favourite dessert, disappear between his lips, the look of pure bliss visible in his eye before he closed it, at the same time as his mouth closed around the scrumptious delicacy.
Meanwhile the same pair of hands that had presented him with the piece of cake he so noticeably was enjoying, now made a reappearance from behind each side of the wingback chair and placed themselves on the young master’s small shoulders.
Sebastian stiffened at the sight and felt bile rising from within, poisonous acid tortuously burning his insides as he watched the large hands, gently but quite skilfully begin to massage his young master, first around the shoulders but then moving closer to the slender neck, moving from soft fabric to even softer skin, thereby sending the hidden observer by the window headfirst into a hellish pit of blazing anger.
A seething growl escaped Sebastian’s lips as the book fell from the young master’s limp grip, landing with a soft thud down on the carpet while the boy’s attention was fully on the pleasure he was clearly experiencing from the massage.
As a sigh escaped the boy’s soft lips, Sebastian knew that he had had enough.
Unable to stomach so much as a second more of this, his sharp claws tore through the fabric of his formerly pristine gloves and his eyes burned with a glow so red that they pierced through the darkness like beacons, his human form fully engulfed by black tendrils of demonic shapeshifting.
An unfortunate woman who happened to pass by outside the gates opened her mouth to release a bloodcurdling scream as she accidentally caught sight of the transformation, but she never got the chance to express her horror vocally as her throat was ripped open with merciless brutality, her lifeless body slumping to the ground a second later.
Her blood tasted bland, he didn’t even bother with the soul, knowing already that it wouldn’t meet his criteria for good quality.
He licked his fingers clean and decided to make a run for it before one of those detestable reapers showed up on the scene. He couldn’t handle more annoyances tonight.
He threw a last lingering look back.
On the other side of the window, safely inside that warm, contented glow from the fireplace, Ciel Phantomhive was none the wiser of the gory mess outside his townhouse gates, fully occupied with other matters.
When his sigh turned into a soft moan as those dexterous fingers slid along his neck, tender and skilful as they applied just the right amount of pressure to elicit sounds from the young master’s lips that were threatening to drive his demon butler mad, it was more than Sebastian could bare to witness.
There was nothing for him to do but swallow his agony and let the scene continue undisturbed as he fled, knowing that it was too late to interfere and that he was the one who had made all of this happen in the first place.