Hey guys! First of all I have been watching waaaaaay too much Glam&Gore because I always want to say "Hallo Zom-baes" in that voice she does. Alas pre-2017 Jane. I knew her well. Anyways, as everyone knows it's been way too fucking long awhile since I last updated. I originally started this when I was in high-school. I'm almost fucking twenty-three. I suck. Anyways, maybe if I can possibly not have to work a shit ton of overtime I may be able to update more often. I know, I wouldn't hold my breath either. I would like to say if I could get this promotion at work then I may be able to not get home at fuck o'clock and be able to write. But who knows. Anyways, I had a different chapter planned but then I saw where I left off and screamed "FUCK" at the top of my lungs. So I'll follow my shit ou

tline and go forth with this one. I appologize in advance if the style seems slightly different. I am old and used to only speaking in cringey memes these days sooooo...

Without further ado

His newest butler, unraveling

Sebastian stared at the demon before him for a moment longer before he spoke, "I am growing rather tired of all the vermin I am finding at my master's doorstep these days." He narrowed his eyes ever so slightly as he kept his composure. "I would ask you kindly to leave at this instant as it is almost time for his supper and a butler would not be worth his salt if he was late in serving his master."

Sammael watched the younger demon before he stepped forward, less than a handful of centimeters separating them. "I'll say this again, Crow, I need to have a word with you. Where is she?" He let his eyes flit past the imp into the manor beyond. He had a knack for the authenticity of things. Idly, Sammael wondered if that was because the creature before him simply liked to play house. He supposed he ought to chide himself for the remark but felt he could not simply care enough to. He held no allegiance to the upstart in front of him beyond what was required. His eyes flicked back as he felt a faint pulse of energy. The crow had stiffened ever so slightly, his neutral expression filled with hundreds of slight microaggressions. He struck a nerve.

"I will not say that I know not of who you speak because I detest liars. Instead I will tell you this," Sebastian spoke in a low tone, any illusion of a calm butler fading away. He was tired of playing games, weary of dancing around deceptions. He chose to make his disdain and loathing known now. "If you do not leave here willingly then I shall have to make you leave in pieces. As I serve my master to my last breath, I will protect her just the same." He knew it was bold of him to speak in such a manner to a demon with far more power and influence than he. But in typical fashion, Sebastian didn't care.

"Then we are on the same page." Sammael told him. He smirked, appearing inside the manor now, heading up the stairs. He watched as Sebastian turned, his face taking on a darker expression. "I'm sorry, did I say I would be playing fair?" He stood there, calm and expecting an attack. "Don't be stupid. You are weak and weary from starvation. What little she fed you is not enough to save a dying man. Don't waste energy now on a fruitless attack. She chose you so I must assume she sees something in you. Now, come, lead me to Christine." He sighed as he reached a hand up and lazily caught a silver knife, the blade but a hair away from burying itself in his forehead. "Boy, it would do well for you to learn to respect your elders." He twitched his fingers and the metal shattered as if it were glass. In the next instant, Sammael grabbed the pale throat of the other demon, constricting with enough force to make a man turn purple. He slammed Sebastian into a wall, the force shaking the house and cracking much of the wall, showering the two with fine dust and debris. "Now you have caused yourself more work later. What sort of butler worth his salt would do such a thing? Why, you're tarnishing your master's home without care? Tsk. Tsk." He let his pupils flick into elongated slits and his canines elongated as he leaned in to whisper, "Where is Christine?"

Sebastian understood in that moment. He looked at Sammael, smelt the scent he caught only once before. It was different but there was enough of a similarity. He fixed his gaze on him and spoke, unconcerned at the fact that his windpipe was being slowly crushed. "At last, the sire of the last demoness is known." He returned the predatory gaze with his own, still not backing down from the challenge.

"Aye. She is my daughter, my only child. You are in my way from taking care of her. I will give you no more chances after this one to assist me in my task. Block me from her once more and I will show you that there are worse things than Hell or even His Wrath." He dropped Sebastian then and began to ascend the stairs once more.

"I am correct in guessing that it was not you that left her broken and limping into the manor at dawn today then," Sebastian surmised, standing and straightening his coat. "But you know who had." He watched as Sammael stiffened and a curse left his mouth. He raised a brow at the language, both the meaning and the dialect. His lips curled in disgust, "Enochian?"

"A by-product of days past." Sammael turned and looked at Sebastian. "I'm sure you can surmise who is behind this by now."

Sebastian would never admit to the chill that ran down his spine. He felt a smirk cross his lips though as he tilted his head, "Only one could enslave the daughter of a fallen archangel and live. What does he want with her?" His mind was spinning out of control, facts beginning to come together and weave a tapestry that he was not prepared for.

"I'm not entirely sure, but I do know some information," Sammael glanced up to the top of the stairs before he sighed. "You have grown attached to her. I thought you firmly believed demons incapable of love." He let his hands find his pockets as he descended towards the crow demon.

"I never claimed to love her," Sebastian countered. The lump inside his chest twinged as he thought back to the night he had taken her, when she willingly gave herself to him. His mark tingled as he recounted when she placed it upon him. "Love is far too pure for a demon. Infatuation is not enough to describe it. Lust is even too incomplete to use to name this feeling. I believe it to be something far stronger, a form of possessive obsession. It is dark, it is twisted, and it is all encompassing." He watched a flicker of paternal annoyance cross the older male's face and couldn't help but to twist the proverbial knife deeper. "Does it bother you to know this, what I harbor for your only child?"

Sammael chuckled darkly and spoke, "Beast, man, demon, all fathers are the same. None are ever comfortable knowing what a male is doing to their offspring. Still, her instincts chose you and I cannot interfere." He grew solemn then. "You must know that you were never intended to be as much of a pawn as you are now. What has happened between you was not part of the mission she was given. In fact," Sammael stood before Sebastian now. "That mark you bear, the one that binds you to her, is the reason why she came back bloodied. She was never meant to mate with you." Sammael lifted his hand to examine his nail beds while he silently let Sebastian come to his conclusion. He then spoke, "Before you ask, she did because she is much like her mother. She chooses the hardest path, the one she should not. Christine is ruled by her feelings, her desires and she acts without considering all the consequences until it is too late. She is just like her mother, too human to the core." Sammael felt the familiar flash of pain as he spoke, "That's why she took the same name."

Sebastian sighed as he put a hand to his head to ruffle his messy hair. "I am afraid we have to finish this conversation at a later time. I really must finish the master's meal. In the meantime, I would ask you not to disturb Christine. I must speak to her on my own." He started back towards the kitchen, pausing only to mention with his back to Sammael, "If you do need to annoy someone, there is a reaper upstairs."

Sammael let a true smile light his features then.

When it was dark and all were in bed, Sebastian went to Christine. He found her lying peacefully, a light slumber having gave her the energy needed to heal her wounds. He slowly discarded his clothing, carefully laying it so that it would not wrinkle. He was a butler, not some heathen. With grace, Sebastian climbed over Christine, watching as her eyes flickered open.

He said not a word as he kissed her, slow at first until he felt her relax. The moment her lips parted the slightest bit he was there to claim her warm mouth. He was still the master in this game in every way despite the fact she was known as the seductress. While she was distracted by his invasion past her lips, he stole his hand to one breast, slowly tracing designs on it. He felt a pleased growl escape him at her reaction, a soft little gasp. Slowly, delicately, Sebastian teased her flesh, his black claws nimbly toeing the line between sensual pleasure and pain as he almost sliced her skin. When he dipped his hand lower, he knew she was ready to give in to him. It took him but one fleeting touch to ascertain that she was wet and ready for him. Still, he was one hell of a lover and that meant he took pride in everything he did. He would not take her until she was already a trembling mess.

He traced a finger through her folds, whispering now, "What a messy kitten I have here… I see that you need cleaned again." Before she could protest, he had slithered down her, settling between her thighs. In the next breath he had began to slowly lap at her, letting her get the full sensation of his tongue on her most sensitive area. He listened as she moaned, her clawed hands gripping at the bedding,only just managing to not tear it. With a flick of his tongue on her bud, Sebastian elicited an almost pitiful mew that made his own loins twitch and ache with desire. Still, he attacked relentlessly, focusing on the small bundle there until she had cried out with her third climax. Her chest was heaving as he crawled over her, his hand resting just above her right breast. He slipped his other hand down to position himself at her entrance, slowly pushing in.

Sebastian almost lost all reserve at that moment, wanting to pound her until release. Yet, he wanted even more than that to see her fall apart one last time. He kept his hand on her, dropping down to balance on the other as he began to thrust into her. He watched as she locked eyes with him, her mouth parted in an almost desperate plea for more.

"Sebastian…" She breathed, her arms going about his neck. He leaned down in response, his hand moving to fondle her breast once more as he attacked the skin of her neck, kissing and sucking. He saw a new bruise forming and felt a surge of masculine pride, causing him to buck a bit harder and earning a new moan from her. He smirked and moved to claim her lips. He felt his end nearing but held off, not allowing himself to give in. When at last he felt her all but scream into him, her back arching and her innermost walls pulsing about him did he let himself have his release.

It hit him hard, the euphoria flooding his body. He need not know the details of what was being deposited into her. He knew she would all but be filled to the limit. He almost wished it was her heat again in the back of his mind. As his mind cleared, he looked down at her to watch the last throws of her own orgasm, her lips curving into a satisfied smile as she gazed up at him.

His own lips curled into a smile as he saw it. Just under her collarbone laid his seal, his mark on her. He watched as she followed his gaze then saw the mark. They were officially mates and the one-sided power struggle was over. Slowly, he leaned down until his face was before hers and asked one question in a dark tone.

"When were you planning on telling me you were going to kill me?"