Sebastian Michaelis

It had almost been natural. The way the seal had been engraved on your body. How Sebastian himself had become a part of your daily life as your personal butler--and how he would look at you, sometimes, as if you were rather his next meal or HIS cute naive little thing. "Is something wrong? You've been staring at me for a while, now. Not that I complain, though." His voice was a mixture of venom and honey, ringing in your ears in the ways of a lullaby. He was a demon after all.