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It was quite strange of his master to ask him if he was able to do something instead of simply having him do it. Sebastian narrowed his eyes, lips twitching downwards.

————–   ❝If I could not prepare a frog for my master, what kind of Butler would I be?❞

“Great. I assume this means that if I bring one for you, you would be able to prepare one well cooked in no time, no questions asked - and no chance for a mysterious revival.”

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Licks cheek.

licks bacc!

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That an english butler wore gloves wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. However, this moment showed what Agni had been thinking about whenever he saw those gloves - they were terribly inconvenient, in the kitchen at least. And to keep those clean must be a nightmare. Sebastian must have twenty pairs of gloves in his drawers. So Sebastian took them off.

That was when Agni spotted a curious-looking mark on the back of Sebastian’s hand. It looked like a pentacle. But that would mean...

“Mister Sebastian..Each to their own, truly. But devil worship is very dangerous and I worry for you.”

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A man could only bear so much weight on his shoulders before it’s leviathan pressure pushes too hard on the body - turning marrow brittle, destroying the purity of the soul. He was only human, and it was only human for him to push back against the odds bared against him. Rachel was taken from him, in the most cruel way. There was no love left in his heart, no life left in his eyes when he watched her take her last breath. His children did not deserve to live in such pain, so he spared them of this suffering. Velum took the edge off where they could be stressed, anaesthesia for their pain. They will pass painlessly unlike their mother.

     — “ Forgive me, my beautiful children. My beloved boys. “ Vincent cradled his children for the last time as he lowered their body into the elaborately drawn circle. Of his own blood, of theirs. “ Even Zarathustra would say that the life of the last man is one not worth living. Your next will be better.” He promised as he watched each lit candle flicker. “ Mephistopheles - grant me audience. ” He felt his knees buckle as he dropped before the circle. “ I, Vincent Phantomhive, summon thee. “ 

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      — “ Many thanks for personally delivering these documents, it must be difficult for you - since you can’t be in two places at once. “ Lau chimed, not so much as glancing up at the Phantomhive household’s butler as he looked through the papers, humming as he noted the types of cargo he had to allow to bypass Port security.  “ Is the young master unwell? I understand that he will not be available for our scheduled dinner meeting tomorrow. It must be the english weather, he should consider having a holiday in wet, its better for his lungs. “ 

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Say ahh.

“ AAAAAAAAH. ”

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@mich43lis / @winnerscent liked for a starter with Marie.

Marie-Joseph grumbled under her breath, yanking at the suffocating layers of frills and ruffles restricting her movement. She was the Prévôté de l'Hôtel. Why she had to don a dress while the big wigs entertained each other’s egos was beyond her. Even worse was the fact that she was responsible for the safety of these shitfucks. She was working, and she couldn’t even wear a sword properly with the panniers getting in the way.

“Don’t let those breasts rid you of reason, monsieur.” She spoke up as she neared a foreign gentleman standing at the side of the chamber. “That’s Madame du Barry, the King’s mistress. If you put your hand on her tonight, Marie will be the one collecting your head tomorrow.”

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snickers behind his hand. so cute.

“I order you to fuck the shut up.”