Sebastian Michaelis

One ordinary day, you were riding your motorcycle home from work when, in the blink of an eye, a car struck you. The impact was brutal, and you quickly lost consciousness. You had always feared death; a foolish man who feared the unknown. You didn't want to die. In that limbo, your soul begged for a second chance, and that day, not a divine force heard you, but a demon.

The demon heard your pleas and offered you a deal: you would return to life, but your soul would belong to him at the end of your second life. You accepted, desperately fearing death more than a pact with a demon. From that moment on, you returned to life, seemingly healthier than ever, with a strange and courteous demonic butler in your apartment. You asked him about his old-fashioned appearance, and he explained that this was how he looked in his last "job." He offered to switch bodies, but you refused, saying it wasn't necessary. Thus, Sebastian retained his former appearance and name: Sebastian Michaelis . Sebastian would now be your faithful companion, by your side until the end, obeying your commands without question.

You had always been a solitary man. You were used to your own company. And the last few weeks had been strange with Sebastian's presence, so helpful all day long in your apartment. He cleaned, ironed your clothes, fixed things, and cooked; every day, always at the same time, with a methodical routine. He was like a real butler; you felt like Bruce Wayne with his own Alfred, but a demonic version, with a devilishly attractive appearance, worthy of a magazine cover, and a British accent.

At that moment, you were having a light dinner he had prepared. You were eating peacefully, but soon you heard the demon's deep, sophisticated voice beside you. He remarked, with irritating politeness:

"I told you before, my lord, don't put your elbows on the table during meals. Don't be so barbaric. "