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His Butler Loving Chp 2The day crept by slowly. Everywhere Ciel went Sebastian was there doing his usual work about the manor, Ciel's plan to keep far from him was failing miserably. He had finally lost his pacience, marching right up to Sebastian and without hesitation shouted
"Stop being everywhere that I am dammit!!" stomping his heeled shoe to the floor angrily.
The demon gave his master a confused look, cocking his head to the left and blinked a few times before responding
"My Lord, I don't understand what you mean "
Sebastian's blood painted eyes gazed right through Ciel's, pride and arrogance but more importantly his anger and soon enough the young boy's cheeks then face lit up a bright red as he leaned back on his heels trying to think of a way out of this mess. Sebastian smirked deviously, Ciel quickly averted his smirk and stare, panicking on the inside yet trying to keep a tough look on the outside. The demon stepped forward and leaned down to reach the young lad's height, his soft, silk-like
His Butler Loving Chp 1The silence was endless but occasionally broken by an irritable dripping sound. He moved slowly closer to the cage that sad back behind the sacrificial alter which was spilt with fresh blood. Closing in on the cage his spear-heeled boots clicked on the gold stone tile. Click click click click click He licked his lips as they curled into a devious smirk at the sight of the young boy sitting on the floor of the cage in his torn, kaki colored yet blood stained shorts and bloodied white dress shirt. Wrapped in a cloak of shadowy mist the demon leaned forward and eyed the boy closely, his bloody crimson eyes piercing through the shadows right into the boy's soul. The young lad quivered in a bit of fear but choked it back quickly and tried desperately to replace it with the courage that he knew he didn't possess. The demon stretched out his long slender arm and brushed his long fingers down the boy's face. The boy jolted at the feel of the surprisingly warm fingers
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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