lullaby for my ghost

[collaredcrow]

@frostweaved  //  closed. 

“Most unmannerly, arriving unannounced, and while the little lord is asleep, no less.” 

There’s truth to the saying that there is ‘no rest for the wicked’; Sebastian still had an endless list of tasks to complete before dawn to ensure the following day ran smoothly. The arrival of Betrayal rarely meant anything good, though her business with Sebastian was certainly unexpected. What could have possibly brought her to the Earth’s crust, much less the manor he had been maintaining? Perhaps Hell has finally froze over.

“I’m rather busy, what is it you’re here for?”

[collaredcrow]

@lachrymosestorm​  //  closed.

The soft thump of a leather wallet hitting the ground a few steps ahead of him had drawn the butler’s attention, while appearing to have gone unnoticed by the items owner. Although Sebastian had little to no interest in the contents of the personal belonging, not returning the property to its rightful owner would not befit his aesthetic as the perfect, gentlemanly butler. After crouching to collect the wallet from the ground, the demon gracefully rose to his full height once again, before calling out to the lady in front of him.

“Excuse me, ma’am, I believe you have dropped this.”

[collaredcrow]

Starter call before I head to work if anyone is awake - I’ll get to them as soon as I get home later. 

[collaredcrow]

[collaredcrow]

silvcrreaper​:

Hmmmmm missing persons, missing persons… oh those missing persons!

“Maaaaaybe~” He warbled out as he set about dusting the cobwebs off his bookshelf. He half turned, staring at Sebastian with a grin that spoke volumes about what he was going to ask for. 

“But if that’s what you’re here for… you know my price. Pay it, and the information’s yours~”

There it was, as expected. 

“Very well,” he obliged, the words all but sighed.

Shutting the front behind him, Sebastian readied himself to deliver the payment.

“A priest was taking confession one evening when a man came in to confess to his sins.”

“’Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.’”

“’What is your sin, my child?’ The priest asked kindly.”

“’I had sex with Fanny Green twice last week.'”

“’You are forgiven,' The priest told the man. 'Now, go out and say three Hail Marys.’”

“The man thanked him and left. He was immediately followed another man came in to have his sins absolved.”

“’Forgive me father for I have sinned. I had sex with Fanny Green twice last week.’”

“This time the priest had to ask. 'Who is this Fanny Green person?’”

“’She’s new to the parish,’” was the reply.”

“The man was excused of his sins and was also instructed to recite three Hail Marys.”

“The next day at mass, a beautiful woman entered the church and made her way to the seats at the front. The entire congregation stopped and stared at the woman as she passed. She was exceptionally beautiful, and wore extremely shiny green shoes and a green dress which was so short that when she sat down in front of the priest, he could see that she wasn’t wearing any underwear.”

“The embarrassed priest whispered to the altar-boy beside him: 'Is that Fanny Green?’”

“’No Father,’” the altar-boy replied. 'I think it’s the reflection from her shoes.’”

[collaredcrow]

xfmany​:

That kind of made her abit upset, he was WORRIED about a damn mat and mud prints instead of her? but knowing full well she COULDN’T really impose Sebastian she sighed softly. ‘ Yes I made sure to take my SHOES off before I entered the manor, wouldn’t want to WIDEN your work lord sire, but anyway I gotta get these clothes to the back to hang.’

While Sebastian did not appreciate the tone in which she spoke to him, arching an eyebrow at the maid, it was not enough to evoke a sterner reaction from him other than a sigh. The muddy footprints trudged into the carpet must have been made by Finnian, who would be approached on the matter later. “When you’re finished, please make sure to change into some dry clothes.”

[collaredcrow]

xfmany​:

       ❤️‘Ｄ ┊ＣＯＬＬＡＲＥＤＣＲＯＷ

‘ The storm suddenly just APPEARED….but thankfully I only got minor drench…and managed to save the laundry.’

While the laundry may have been saved, the same cannot say for the runner carpet, which had now been treaded on with muddy boots. It seemed that no matter what the other servants did, it would always result in more work for Sebastian to cleanup. “And on your way back, did you step over the doormat outside before entering the manor?”

[collaredcrow]

silvcrreaper​:

“And what brings the Phantomhives t’my parlour this afternoon? Come to speak with the dead… or are you here for somethin’ else?”

@collaredcrow​

“I’ve no interest in the tales of the dead. Rather, I’m here at the request of the young master regarding several concerning reports of missing persons along the outskirts of London. I don’t suppose any of your clients are among those who have vanished?”

[collaredcrow]

“Sebastian, I do believe that cake before supper is perfectly acceptable.” — Spare (“Ciel”)

The appeared that the boy seemed intent on making this a point of contention as often as possible, his sweet tooth ever insatiable. “I do believe we’ve been over this, young master” he began, thinly veiling a hint of annoyance in his tone while continuing to serve the meal without pause. “Rather than spoiling supper, dessert will be served afterwards.”

[collaredcrow]

rosefaded​:

“They were right on our tails as well, I’m shocked by how fast they’ve managed to catch up to us within a day. “ There were dark circles underneath his eyes indicating a lack of sleep, though he had ordered Sebastian to make sure he kept awake as long as possible. Only having napped for mere minutes while being carried. Nightfall seemed to loom overhead causing the forest to become foreign to the earl’s eyes. He sat upon the rock, lifting his head for the demon to clear the rubble from his cheeks. “I’m quite grateful to hear that statement..” He muttered.

“You should rest as well, Sebastian, I think we’re far enough to not be in harm’s way.” Those were rather rare words to come from the earl, the last time being right after the great Campania’s sinking. “Besides, we got what the Queen ordered us to capture. There’s no sense in straining ourselves.” After that statement, he coughed a couple of times from the cold of the night creeping in. Once pale cheeks now showed a pink tint.

A short breath of air was huffed through the demon’s nose, barely stifling his amusement at the offer. “Most gracious of you, my lord, however, that will not be necessary.” How unusual it was to be granted a moment of rest, though there was no need for the demon to take a pause having barely exerted himself. Instead, while the little lord slept later, Sebastian would return him safely to the manor before morning’s dawn broke.

The earl’s coughing caused thin brows pulled down into a displeased frown, once again put upon by the fragility of human beings and children, in particular. After reaching gloved hands out to fasten his master’s jacket more securely around his small shoulders in an attempt to better shield him from the elements, Sebastian retrieved the pocket watch from his pocket to check the time. “If we make haste, we will arrive at the manor before the others awaken.”

[collaredcrow]

brokcninsoul​:

The youngest angel was sent down for her first mission where she needed to retrieve a missing soul that was stolen from Heaven. From the evidence left behind at the crime scene everyone was suspecting it was a demon’s handiwork. Following the clues it lead her to a demon under the name Sebastian who was acting like a human butler to a child who sold his soul. The blonde felt pity for the child, however, she could also sympathize with his grudge against the humans that took everything from him.

Because of her characteristics like these the angel was an outcast, but she hoped to prove herself and finally be accepted. Stella stalked the demon for weeks now to see maybe he could have any clue or maybe even know the demon that stole the soul. She knew of course, he wouldn’t have any use for because he was under a contract. However when one day he called out to the angelic being in her hiding place she decided to reveal herself.

Smiling at the demon as she jumped down to a lower branch that was in view, the angel placed her hands behind her back as she sat down. “Good evening, I wondering if you could help me because I’m looking for something that is lost to Heaven.”

Was this a joke of some kind? Why in seven Hells would Sebastian know anything of Heaven’s case of carelessness? Was this truly the reason this creature had been tracking his every move recently? He had learnt too many years ago not to trust an angel’s words at face value, despite their typical, innocent appearances. “Heaven and I are strangers; what would I know of your affairs? Whatever has led you to me, I can assure you that I am not interested in some low quality soul.” Sebastian had long since given up on greedily devouring every unremarkable morsel available to him; the hungrier became, the more delicious his next meal would be as a result.

Pale lids hooding dark eyes, the demon kept a steady gaze on the creature. As a few moments passed by without the heavenly representative showing any intent of leaving, a shallow sigh escaped Sebastian’s lips. “Why, might I ask, have you come to me?” His days were already busy enough, this was the very last thing he needed to add to his schedule. This concern did not belong to him, nor could he find a reason to assist in its resolution that benefitted him in any way. He could, of course, use this as an opportunity to have the being in his debt, though there was little practical use for such a thing.

[grogv]

anime ❥ black butler

❝ those bound by superficial rules who do not use their pawns to the utmost are fools. ❞

[rosefaded]

ind. pri. sel. multimuse ! 

made may 2011, rev. aug. 2018.

[collaredcrow]

s-talking​:

⇛罪┇       madness, ɪɴ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ, ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ɪɴ ᴍᴀɴʏ ғᴏʀᴍs & ᴡʜɪʟᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡʜɪsᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ, ᴍɪɴ-ᴊᴜɴ ʜᴀs ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ embrace ɪᴛ; ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ sʜᴀʟʟ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ʙɪɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ʜɪᴍ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ & ᴀs ʀᴇᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴅʀɪᴘs ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs sᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʟɪᴘs, ʜᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇs, ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ʜɪᴍ ʟɪᴋᴇ sand ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs.

ᴘɪᴛʏ. ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅɪᴅ ᴍɪss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀʀᴍɴᴇss ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ & ɴᴏᴡ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴏɴʟʏ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ———- ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ɪᴛsᴇʟғ ———- ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟʏ ɪʀᴏɴɪᴄ. ʜᴇ ‘ was ’ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢsᴛ ʟᴀʏᴇʀs ᴏғ sɴᴏᴡ, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ.  “ ᴏʜ, ᴍʏ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ…. “ sᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ sᴀɪᴅ, “  ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ…… sᴏ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ ɪɴᴅᴇᴇᴅ….. “  ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ & ʟᴏᴡ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴡᴏʀɴ ɪᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀ man.  “ ɴᴏᴡ…. ɪᴛ’s ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇ——-“

“ ɪ’ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ.. “ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ sᴘᴀʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴀ ɢʟᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜɪʟsᴛ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɴᴇᴇ-ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇs, ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘɪʟʟᴀʀ ᴏғ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴀᴍᴏɴɢsᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴅ. “ ɪ’ᴍ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ…..  ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ…. “  ɴᴏᴡ ɴᴏɴᴄʜᴀʟᴀɴᴛʟʏ ʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ & ᴜɴᴘʟᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜɪs ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀғʟʏ-ᴋɴɪғᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴠᴀɢᴜᴇʟʏ ʀᴇsᴇᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ, ᴍɪɴ-ᴊᴜɴ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪᴘᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴊᴜᴍᴘᴇʀ sʟᴇᴇᴠᴇ; ᴏɴᴄᴇ, ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ, ᴛʜʀɪᴄᴇ…. ᴀ ᴍᴏsᴛ systematic ᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ sʟɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴅɪsɢᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴇᴇɴ.

“ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ….. “ sʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ, ᴀʟsᴏ ʟᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄʀᴜᴅᴇʟʏ sɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ɴᴀᴋᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴇsᴛ ———- ripping out ᴀ ғʟᴇsʜʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. “ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ғᴏᴏᴅ… ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴇʀ…. ᴍʏ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ…. ? “ ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʜɪᴍ, sʜᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ & ᴘᴏʟɪᴛᴇʟʏ ᴏғғᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʀɢᴀɴ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴀs ɪғ ‘ᴛᴡᴀs ᴛʏᴘɪᴄᴀʟ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ғᴏᴏᴅ, but oh, sʜᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ; ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ɪs ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇ sᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇsᴛ, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ.

      “   my, what a mess.  ”

ᴀ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴘᴀᴜsᴇ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴏᴛʜ ғᴇʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ sᴘᴏᴋᴇ, ᴄᴀᴜsɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ & ᴀᴄᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢʟʏ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ, stare ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏғ sᴜᴄʜ ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ———-  ᴏʜ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ.  ᴍɪɴ-ᴊᴜɴ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ɪɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ᴘᴇʀᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀʟʟʏ disperse ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴛ ᴍɪʀᴀɢᴇ, ᴠᴀɴɪsʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴛʀᴀᴄᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ sᴇʀɪᴀʟ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴘʜᴀsᴇᴅ ʙʏ sᴜᴄʜ. ɪɴ ғᴀᴄᴛ, ʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴄɪᴏᴜsʟʏ sᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴏᴅʏ & ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ʜᴏsᴛɪʟɪᴛʏ, ʙᴇɢᴜɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴀs ɪғ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴀssᴀᴄʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ᴄɪᴛʏ sǫᴜᴀʀᴇ; ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ & ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ deluded.  “ …. ʜᴇʜᴇʜ …  ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀʀʀᴇsᴛ, ‘ ᴏғғɪᴄᴇʀ ‘.. ? “

“Officer?” That certainly was a new one for him, though it was an aesthetic he never wished to adopt. “No, you’re not under arrest.” Could it have been such a regular occurrence that he had grown accustomed to the authorities showing up? It could be that the man simply knew that the slaughtering of a small community was indeed punishable by law, but did not care for the threat of societal repercussions. Given how the other being vanished suddenly, perhaps capturing either of the pair was a task more difficult than a simple police force could handle.

Something about the casual manner that the young man had wiped blood from his knife onto his sleeve told Sebastian that this was probably not the first time something of this nature had happened, unfazed by the sight of the mangled bodies he carefully stepped over. Such a sight would prove to be severely traumatic to the average human psyche, such delicate little creatures they were. While there were rare exceptions, Sebastian was fairly certain that this instance was a direct result of the mysterious entity’s influence on the man before him, if their previous conversation was to be taken into consideration. The being appeared to be conditioning the man in order to ‘get stronger’ for a reason undisclosed.

Crouching over a butchered body at his feet, Sebastian briefly examined its injuries, none of which seemed to have been caused by anything supernatural, indicating that the violence had been carried out solely by the lithesome man. 

Plunging clawed fingers into the cadavers chest cavity, delighting in the sound made by cracking bones, Sebastian tore out its heart, still warm to the touch. “I believe your grandmother wished you to eat,” he remarked while straightening to his full height, extending the soft, vital organ for the man to take for no reason other than to see if he would. He wondered if the offer would be accepted without the other beings presence, considering that the boy seemed reluctant to take the heart from his grandmother in the first place. 

[harbinngr]

𝑫𝑰𝑫  𝒀𝑶𝑼  𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾  𝑪𝑹𝑶𝑾𝑺  𝑨𝑹𝑬  𝑨  𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑵  𝑶𝑭  𝑩𝑨𝑫  𝑳𝑼𝑪𝑲 ?     old  superstition ,    but  it’s  how  i  got  my  name .    you  see ,    some  people  can  absorb  electricity ,    &    some  people  can  burst  into  rose  petals .    𝖆𝖓𝖉  𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊  𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊  𝖆𝖗𝖊  𝖏𝖚𝖘𝖙  𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓  𝖚𝖓𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖞 .

qrow  branwen .    by  faust .     art  cred .

[collaredcrow]

@s-talking  //  closed.

How very strange.

A lonely, desperate soul’s cry for help had summoned the wandering demon to the site of a massacre. Appearing from a dark, wispy fog in search of a meal that would meet his impossibly high standards and sate his hunger, Sebastian quickly identified who had called him. It was much to his expected disappointment that his summoner possessed a subpar spirit not worthy of his cultivation, leaving the individual for the Shinigami Dispatch to deal with.

A brief glance around his surroundings caused an eyebrow to raise. In all of the demon’s innumerable years, he had witnessed countless scenes just like it, and been the cause of just as many. It was nothing too unusual to him upon first appearances, bodies strewn in every which direction, the thick stench of death lingering in the air, however, there was an unusual, heavy atmosphere that he couldn’t quite read.

Stood nearby were two figures, both of which appeared relatively unassuming, though he knew just how deceiving appearances could be. Over the centuries, Sebastian had met many supernatural beings, though never an entity quite like the one before him. The small frame of an elderly lady was presented to him, though he knew that something far more monstrous resided within. The aura that this being emitted was unknown to him, unlike anything he had ever seen, certainly unsettling though he did not fear it. The other figure, a young man, appeared to be afflicted by this unidentified creature, though possessed no other remarkable abilities that Sebastian could detect, other than a soul most interesting.

With his interest certainly piqued, the demon decided not to make a swift exit for once. 

“My, what a mess.” 

[collaredcrow]

@brokcninsoul​​  //  closed.

“I am growing quite tired of you chasing my tail,” he called out, satisfied that there was nobody around to interrupt, waiting for the entity to finally show itself. 

For several weeks, Sebastian had been aware of the angel’s presence closely following his every move. Its motivation was unclear, seemingly uninterested in Ciel. In the dead of night, when all other souls in the manor were fast asleep, Sebastian’s fine senses were able to detect the being. What exactly was it waiting for? What business could a representative of Heaven possibly have with him? Whatever the answers may be, its looming presence was nothing other than yet another nuisance he would have to deal with. “I’m rather busy, please state your business and return to where you came from.”