Haven't done any anime fanfics yet so this is my first. Hopefully, you could please leave me a review if you find Sebastian a bit unlike himself and tell me why you thought that or just if you like it. Either way review I guess! '~.~
~Sara Ana
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A raven haired girl ran through the abandoned ruins of the broken down cathedral, the moonlight shining through the stain glass windows. Her pale skin seemed to reflected the light away, her chocolate brown eyes full of worries as tears silently cascaded down her face. She touched her lips feeling the blood, realizing it was busted as she felt pain like dull knives digging into her heart. The girl began coughing the crimson liquid onto the rotted wooden floors of the cathedral. Her world become blurry as she heard footsteps.
"That man wasn't as caring like you thought was he," he said with a low chuckle. What if I could take the pain away, Selene?" A velvety voice asked as he patted her shoulder. His black hair framing face, his amber eyes staring at her like a vulture does as it hovers over a carcass. "Will you become a demon of hell, forgetting about the Gates of Heaven? Are you willing to be mine forming a contract with me?"
"Yes, just make it stop. I can't take this anymore," she whispered, holding herself as if she was falling to pieces like a broken doll. He laid her on the alter as he made a pentagram with her blood on the floor, holding a white rose. She laid there as he bit her wrist drawing blood it dripping onto the flower staining the petals.
"I'm sorry but this will hurt," he said with the sadistic smile of a masked harlequin. He took off his black glove with his teeth revealing black nails and a pentagram with a circle of thorns around it. Then he bit his hand allowing the blood ridden flower to be stained with his. The flower turned black as Selene's eyes shut, she felt as though she was being stabbed all over, it started at her heart and fanned out slowly, she began whimpering quietly as he stood there smiling, pushing away the strands of hair from her face. When the feeling of blades subsided, a cold melancholic feeling spread while her right hand burned. The man carried her off the alter and to a broken mirror were the religious icons once where. He smiled as she gasped looking at her eyes, the were those of a cat, ebony diamond-shaped pupils, red irises. He laid her down on a pew showing her what had happened to her hands. She had a black pentagram just like his on her hand, her nails turned the color of ink. He slid a ring on her finger, the rubies embedded on it shined in the moon's glow.
"This shows that you are mine," he said, tracing the symbol," Selene Michaelis."
"Sebastian, I'm sorry. I should've listened to you," she said, meekly looking down at her lap. He grabbed her chin lifting it to face him.
"Humans make mistakes," he said, tucking the dyed rose behind her ear.
"Some will die for theirs," She said, anger radiated from her eyes like light from a candle, her lips a sadistic grin. He smiled triumphantly, so rarely did any human captivate him like she had during the small outbursts that showed a sadistic sarcastic egoistic personality waiting to be uncaged compared to the timid innocent caring act that she performed when being a noble woman surrounded by others. Sebastian really didn't understand her when it came to him though, she cared and in a way loved him deeply or was terrified of him because she had known what he was. He thought to himself, it doesn't matter which one, she's mine.
"Shall we give Louis a visit then?" He asked, holding a hand out which she gladly excepted.
The nobleman sat, his blonde hair glistened in the candle light, green eyes reflecting the flame like mirror, acting content in his chair as though nothing had happened. He beat her under the influence of alcohol and let his half dead fiancé limp away into the woods, he'd just say that wolves or bears attacked her when the corpse was found. The sound of footsteps echoed through the halls, probably a servant he thought to himself. He was naïve all his servants had been whisked away from this life and laid in the basement, just inanimate corpses. This game was coming to an end, time to say checkmate. Everything settled down for a short time, an eerie quiet, that made him paranoid. Someone began knocking at his door he opened it cautiously.
"Hello, Mr. Dupont," a man greeted with a Cheshire cat grin, a women followed him with the same expression eyes like daggers.
"Selene? What? Who is he?" Louis asked infuriated by this stranger.
"My name is Sebastian Michealis and this is my wife Selene," the man said, showing her hand, that grin got winder as he stared at the noble's expression that gradually got melancholic yet anger still showed.
"Isn't it sad, Louis? You and I could've had a nice life together but your low-grade stupidity got in the way. So sad…too bad," she said sarcastically faking a sad expression.
"Selene, shut up!" He responded only to get pushed back into his chair by Sebastian as they closed in on him. She took a long silver fireplace poker, placing the tip in the fire as Sebastian twisted Louis' arm back. The noble bit his lips trying not to scream but as soon as his arm gave a sickening crack, screams and tears came. Selene began laughing, clutching her stomach, her new husband smiled, Louis stared in awe of the monster that she was. She continued laughing and it was getting out of hand.
"Selene?" She had began crying in the middle of her hysterics, grabbing bunches of her hair, pulling at them. Sebastian left the noble in pain and walked over to her.
"What's wrong?"
"I..a..don't think I can..ha do it!" She was barely able to say it without laughing. The demon lifted her back onto her feet then grabbed the poker. He wrapped in arm around her waist and helped her hold the burning poker.
"Selene, I expected more integrity from you. He killed you and yet you say you can't end him like he did to you." He said, angry almost but that look softened as she regained composure, holding the soon to be murder weapon tightly. She shrugged him away and walked to Louis who was barely conscious.
"You'll enjoy hell, goodbye," she whispered in his ear as the demon chuckled. She raised the burning iron and slashed him across the chest until it reached the heart then in one harsh push the tip slid into his skin, blood oozed everywhere. He choked out some blood and slowly fell into the eternal sleep. Sebastian came up behind her and hugged around the waist.
"That wasn't bad for a beginner," he stated, putting his head in the crook of Selene's neck, smelling my hair. She leaned against him, closing her eyes.
"Sebastian, am I suppose to feel sleepy?" She asked.
"Demons don't need sleep after they in a sense hibernate." He said all knowingly. "You'll only sleep for a hundred years or two. I have something prepared for you so you'll be safe." He said quickly, picking her up as she slowly feel asleep. There was an old tomb under the cathedral which he had prepared ahead of time. He pushed a religious icon into the wall, making it move so he could get through. There was a couple candles laid about and a black casket in the center. Carefully he placed her petite form into the enclosed bed lined with dark velvet, waking up a demon was not a wise thing to do and Sebastian had been around long enough to know that. She opened her eyes slightly and muttered something quietly to him.
"Go to sleep, I'll be here when you wake up. I love you, goodnight." He said pushing her hair out of her face and kissing her gently.