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A Butler Worth His Salt

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Here lies the definition of a true butler; no one hell of a butler. Baptized in the name of Sebastian Michaelis, he works in legit to his master’s orders. Only can his master move this mere butler into doing anything, whether becoming a pawn or a sword.  For now, in the Phantomhive mansion, his hospitality is put to the test. Any guest would encounter a pleasant evening in the mansion under his hands; any uninvited guest would encounter an unpleasant experience curtesy of this butler.

All tasks are completed whether it may be regular household chores, assisting in personal matters, or maintaining his master. Each task completed in an orderly manner but at a fast pace. What is his secret?

—- For I am merely one hell of a butler

Yes My Lord, for your soul…I Desire

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That look in your right eye, such despair you will bear under the grasp of this ‘being.’ Trust all you desire, linger onto the future, desperation shall befall your path. ‘I’ ensure the absolute last checkmate; for that moment, ‘I’ will carry your fragile body within ‘my’ hands and enjoy devouring your very delicious soul. To even abandon you is out of the question; for ‘I’ have worked too hard into harvesting that soul of yours. Never allow anything nor anyone to convince you astray from the path you walk. Live off hatred, live off despair, live with greed; such wonderful traits.

Untainted and untouched by no one else’s hands other than ‘my’ own, yes my Lord; that is the very soul ‘I’ wish to devour. I promise you one thing and the very order is: I will not lie, I speak only the truth, I will protect you, and I will obey you unconditionally, and follow you where ever you go until the very end

—- For I am your butler forever

Call out Thy Name and I shall Be There

                                                  — Quote the Raven, Nevermore

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From up afar of the raven’s nest, lies a being unlike what could be imagined. Its beady black eyes gazed down onto the humanity that existed. Such a fatal existence they are. What could have possibly occurred to trigger such a thing? One can only imagine the thoughts spiraling around this ‘raven.’ A deadly beast far more superior to the mere bird. Nevermore, nevermore will ‘I’ cry out. Nevermore will I hear your name, nevermore will I see your presence, and nevermore will I obey all your will.

‘I’ seek out a bright individual in the form of this raven. I cry, cry, cry— come forth little one and show me your worth. The deadly claws seek for your touch, your delicious element inside…a soul of despair and hatred. Yes, that is but what ‘I’ desire. Quote the raven; nevermore. Nevermore will we see the open gates.

You have been warned to partake in this adventure. Now take hold of my hand and form a contract with this demon. Quote the raven; Nevermore —-

Call for my name and I shall respond with the last of my breath. Just say the word and I will be there for your matters, child.

His Butler; Archdemon

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Daresay you all ask who ‘I’ am; a true name has never been revealed however, in this lifetime ‘I’ will be commonly known as Sebastian Michaelis. But ‘I’ bear masks within this imitation of a mere butler. Literary do ‘I’ mean when ‘I’ proclaim “For I am one hell of a butler.” Never lied when saying this nor will it ever be a lie. From the pits of hell did ‘I’ rise and brought forth to this world. Thanks to a certain greedy boy, the contract was made for the soul purpose of devouring his soul. All I care about and merely desire is a worthy soul to take. There is no one else’s soul unlike my master’s soul. ‘I’ bring forth the options of giving a contract to a pitiful soul who calls out to ‘me’. I give the option and their payment is for me to take their souls; nothing more, nothing less.

Think ill-manner of me or claim I am but a cruel being; isn’t it the idea of an object to do as what it was born to do? Mine….was to take the role on as a butler and wait for the end of my master. Souls are the very source of my life and slowly I could wither away without a meal. Starvation is at its peak and this meal is almost ripened. Come forth little souls, dance around me and let me be your guide to the darkness. For I guarantee a fulfilling life…for the while. Heed my warning…if not satisfied…I will take your soul by force even if it goes against the contract. Demons are known to be deceitful, ah what a miraculous compliment.

—- Call out my name,  Bocchan