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MONSTER // Yandere!Sebastian Michaelis x Reader [Part I]

FEMALE READER.

SUMMARY : Would you, like Doctor Faustus, sell your soul to the devil in change not for knowledge and power, but for temporary pleasure in order to subdue the eternal wounds inflicted upon your soul?

WORD COUNT : 3767 words.

GENRES : yandere!au (though not until the second part). modern!au. gothic fiction. implied smut. very little fluff if you squint. a failed attempt at writing comic relief.

WARNINGS : cheating. implied self-harm. implications of a suicide attempt. dark themes. underlying tones of blasphemy.

watch out for typographical/grammatical errors.

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Moments of desperation are what makes humans truly amusing creatures.

Desperate times call for desperate measures, they say. More frequent than they like to admit, people will rather luxuriate in fugacious rapture than endure the temporary, innate void, the fluctuation of events in their short, often wasted lives. Pain is inevitable, and so is the fulfillment that comes after it, yet there is no exact telling how long pain will last, and sometimes the so-called fulfillment or 'rainbow after the storm' isn't even fulfilling at all. Some people have short patience, deciding to no longer be shackled by their seemingly unceasing pain, unable to wait any longer for the elation they so craved for. And so they seek for band-aids, temporary protections from their inner hurt.

Little did they know that those seemingly promising band-aids will only prolong their misery.

Ah, and of course, you were one of those people. What? There was nothing wrong with basking in your well-deserved happiness. After all the afflictions that you had been through, being gifted pleasure was only righteous.

Your ex-fiance had left you. Had cheated on you, for specification. Others had deemed that reason for someone to almost take her life absurd, but they had no rights to. It wasn't them who was left insecure, anxious, and mentally scarred for life, so who were they to judge? You had loved him too much, too much to the point that all the love that you were able to give was spent on him, and gone forever when he left.

Now you couldn't love, you thought. Not even yourself. How could you? You weren't deserving of love, your ex-fiance had proven you that. You could easily be left for someone else.

Weeks and weeks of drinking, hoping to eventually destroy yourself and keep him off your mind, did nothing to relieve you of your suffering. You were tempted to cease your existence, every second of your pointless life. You coveted everyone else, wanting to wipe the ridiculous smiles that never failed to make your blood seethe off their faces, wanting to strangle them simply because they had better fates than you -- simply because they were enjoying their lives. You wanted to kill every single one of them. It was hard to control your compulsions. Why were they luckier than you? Why you, and not them?

You had stood atop an abandoned building one bleak night. The sky was black as ebony, the city still and serene. No lights, no sounds, nothingness; it had beckoned you. A final resting place. You had closed your eyes, letting the frigid wind feast on your numb, gored, exposed skin. Then, the stillness wavered so suddenly, and then wholly disappeared. Right behind you was an inexplicable noise of strong wind, footsteps following. A bass had reverberated inside your head, glasses clinking and bells ringing. Your heart began to pump quicker.

HE had been there as you opened your eyes. Your savior. Your master. The man clad in midnight. The man whose eyes had looked upon you ravenously, licking his lips as he feasted on your then trembling form. It felt as if his imperious stare was piercing and preying on your poor, poor soul.

Oh, that soul of yours. It was rotten, so full of loathing and desire for revenge. It was delicious. You would make a great meal, he had thought, snickering to himself.

He had been watching how miserable you had become. It was merely a curious peek at the human world he had deemed mundane for too long. He certainly wasn't expecting to stumble upon a delectable dish, your soul, and he didn't complain.

Yours was the only soul that he wanted. The only soul that stood out from the rest. He had made it his job to ascertain that he, alone, would be the one having you, eventually.

And there he was, on his dark glory, making you teeter on edges.

"What's wrong? Scared?"

Backing away, your feet had slipped off the concrete. Before you could even process your supposed death, you were lifted back up by darkness, enclosing you. He was still there. You had noticed that the darkness that brought you back was emanating from him. He seemed pleased now that you had trembled less. In his smile you could see the fangs that put all the blades you had used to shame. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you spoke feebly.

"Who -- w-what are you?"

You scrutinized him once again from head to toe. The clouds had parted, the full moon now gazing upon you. The satellite had confirmed that there was no body, but just a wan, smirking face which looked at you with authority, and then billowing darkness in the supposed body's stead. You had wondered if the onyx space was a black hole, luring everything close to it, including you, and eventually destroying it.

"I've come to unshackle you from your misery, little mortal." He began as, disturbingly, a body had formed, and stood in front of you was a completely normal, bedazzling young man. He'd approached you, and there was a bone-deep, ancient feeling of horror. The man had chuckled at your new disposition. "Ah, no... Do not fret. I am here to grant your wishes. All of them. And you have quite a lot, don't you?" He had whispered lowly, and you had every vein in you screaming for you to run -- which, you had thought, you should've done the minute you'd seen him, given that in every aspect, there was no way that he was a normal young man. For all you knew, minutes ago, he was just a head.

"You have problems, my dear, and you dearly want them to disappear, don't you? You don't really want to throw away the years of your life." He leaned closer, peering into your soul. "But, if you allow me to, I will fix them. I can fix everything."

The mumble had gone off before you could think straight. But really, could you still think straight during those days? "You can?" Your voice had faltered, and you began to quiver harder as he held your wrists, gently and almost fondly. That action had made your heart tingle with the slightest anticipation for the first time in a long, long time.

"Why, yes, my dear. I will fix everything for you. I will remove all your problems. I'm your genie. There is no need to be afraid of me, hm?"

You nodded slowly, your breathing going back to normal as you stared up at him. His presence was dominating you, and it was clear that he took luxury in it. "Hm. There we go."

"H-How can you f-fix my problems?"

"Oh, I'll show you... Once we had settled our contract, that is." The man had noticed your sudden skepticism and chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, you needn't worry, for I always keep my end in a bargain. A deal's a deal, and even someone of my kind knows how to keep our promises, unlike you fickle humans."

Someone of his kind... You pondered. Who was that man? What was he, exactly?

"You needn't do much, really. However, there is only one thing I ask of you."

He'd added. Although the feeling of ancient horror crept further upon your entirety, there was also something compelling about the man, something you knew you could not resist. And so you had asked purposefully for the first time in what seemed like ages, holding onto his promises. He'd said that he could fix all of your problems, and you knew that you deserved to be acquitted of them.

"What is it?"

"YOUR SOUL."

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He began to call himself Sebastian. And he had taken your soul. You were his now; and his only, until forevermore. The man who called himself a genie was, in fact, not a genie, but a demon. A demon who had come to grant your wishes... in change for your soul. Your soul which you had so willingly given to him. You'd thought, anyway, that you didn't need a soul. You were soulless as could be, so if what a soul was what he wanted, then you had given it up so easily. It was an easy exchange, really, one that seemed to benefit you more than him, you had thought.

Sebastian had everything you had ever wanted, everything you had ever needed. He was superb at playing his role, true to the words he had uttered the first time you ever saw him, and there were a good lots of times when you had forgotten that this was merely a pretend relationship, a business done for mutual benefits. He would be at your service whenever you needed it, spoiling you with all the wealth unimaginable, and going on dates with you wherever place you had suggested.

On one occasion, you went to the amusement park wherein he played every game, took his role of being 'the boyfriend who plays for his girlfriend and gives her a cute prize in the end' so seriously and won every single prize that the owner had reproached you two, fuming, and decided to ban you from the park. You went home with your car filled to the brim with stuffed animals, barely having enough space to breath and see clearly. Sebastian had frowned that he played fair and square and that he paid for every game he played, so it was illogical for the owner foam at the mouth. You had chuckled and told him to not be an overachiever next time while he tucked a kitten plush on his lap as he drove back home.

There had been a time in your life when you dreamt of having the perfect boyfriend. It was an innocent phase, and you were naive to the world's cruelty, wishing for someone who would stick with you all the time, bring you nothing but joy and laughter, and shelter you like how a prince protects his princess. None of those happen in real life though, but for brief, sudden moments, when Sebastian was looking at anywhere but you, you had often thought of him being what you once wanted. He successfully filled the void in your heart, and at moments, you would smile at one another, and then your wishful thinking would stop due to the appearance of his fangs, painfully reminding you once more of this game of pretend, of that he was an actor of his own class, of that he was a demon whose sole interest was your soul. And one, even without being told, knew that one does not fall in love with demons, for they are the epitome of eternal suffering, the predators that humans, like you, had been compelling for thousands of years. And yet, there you were. You would have been burned at the stake, if not worse, had your little secret been discovered. But it never would be, that Sebastian had assured you.

You had thought that he must have felt the fluctuations in your feelings, the sudden longing and genuine warmth you felt towards him, and so he gave strict reminders that those feelings would give fruit to naught. He would break off his role at times when your heart blossomed, and his true nature which you had almost forgotten was suddenly foreign and terrifying to you. The room would grow dark, everlasting emptiness spewing from his side while he eyed you, and you felt a thousand times inferior, mortified, at that look. And for a very brief moment of sheer dread, his form would morph into horror unfathomable.

Though he appreciated your life revolving around him, as it should be, he did not relish the involvement of real human feelings in any form, with the exception of anything relating to the seven deadly sins. Something as soft as love was preposterous. It enraged him for you to develop such feelings, again, though they were still budding, even if it was meant for him. Emotions such as that would only tarnish and reduce the soul he was building like a perfect gourmet into a tasteless, waste of food.

For you to rid those budding human emotions and turn your life's focus anywhere but the path of eternal life, he had made temptation an easy access, with lust being his specialty. While waiting for the right time to seek out your revenge by plotting a thing so abominable, something you never knew you were capable of thinking, and something that your old self would never have approved of, to the bastard who had severed you, Sebastian had provided you with entertainment so profound and undeniable that each day you feared that you could not go on without it. That you could not go a day without you looking up between his knees, crying at his mercy, without you arching and begging for him as he did his ways on the right places on your body, without him treating you like his princess at daylight and his personal whore at night, whispering and influencing you with further blasphemy as he twitched inside you.

He went on and on, had done you like no man in the world could ever do you, and you were so enamored by the luxury of pleasure he had offered that once, you had come to a point wherein you had nothing else in your mind except for the thought of him ramming into you and reminding you of who owns you, and thoughts of the people you sought vegeance for have their necks spewing off their thick, warm blood, followed by them falling down, preferrably from an elevated setting, and eventually, being dead.

At times, he would do you in front of the mirror to let himself bask in his glorious form which was ravishing yours, then he would suppress barking out a thunderous laughter and only smirk at how horribly filthy you looked underneath his power. Look at you, completely immersed in the darkness, soul so murky that he was beginning to grow more and more uneasy with the intolerable longing to finally devour your entirety. But he knew he would have to wait longer.

It wasn't time to harvest a fruit which hadn't fully ripened yet.

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The smell of coffee wafted through the slightly ajar doors, and groggily you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You concluded that dawn was still raw, meaning there were still plenty of hours before your usual morning call, but you stood up nonetheless, the aroma beckoning you to trudge towards the kitchen where you saw Sebastian just about to prepare for making breakfast. Two cups of almond coffee sat upright on the counter, still hot.

You thought he looked to you a husband. Contributing to the sudden sentimentality were the too late yet too early hour and your partially asleep state. A husband. Sebastian looked to you like a husband. You smiled, and then, for a moment, thought of frowning wistfully.

Sebastian sensed your feelings, and he was irked. Seemed like your soul still needed some honing to be done to. How long would he need to wait? But no... He could wait even a thousand years, hell, because time was nothing to creatures of his kind, and because your ripened soul would certainly be worth the wait.

"Sebby..." You called out. He looked back, an accustomed smile gracing his gentle yet at the same time sharp features. "Good morning, my dear. I was just about to wake you up. Hungry? Well, just in time as I am about to make breakfast. Have some coffee for the mean time, my love."

You plopped yourself down the chair and he settled the other cup on the table in front of you. You looked up to him. "You're up early... 'Smatter?"

He seemed to be pouting, then his lips curved downwards to a complete frown. "Why, have you forgotten what today is all about, love? My, this is quite painful to me, you know?" He clutched his chest, as if to emphasize.

"Wait. What is today?"

Sebastian tutted. "We are going on a cruise date today. Have you really forgotten? We need to be there by 6 o'clock sharp. It's a special day." He then patted your head and ruffled your hair, and if it were before, your stomach would've somersaulted at his actions, but now fully-awake, thanks to the coffee, you thought better and had better control of yourself. You glanced at the clock. It read 3:56 AM. There were still plenty of time. But of course, your boyfriend more than liked being punctual.

Finishing the rest if your coffee in one gulp (plus the burning sensation you felt on your tongue immediately afterwards), you stood up and went to him, who was now busying himself with making breakfast.

"I can help with that. I really missed cooking..." At your remark, Sebastian had a brief look of horror on his face. "Dear, no offense, but as much as you miss cooking, and as much as I'd like for you to enjoy yourself, we cannot risk to burn the kitchen for the third time since moving here."

"I busied myself watching cooking videos on YouTube these past few days, so it can't be as bad as before. Just let me try once!"

You were suddenly very exuberant that Sebastian feared there was something else in that coffee which you just drank. He firmly shook his head and said, "Love, no."

"But!"

"Ah-ah-ah~"

You reached out for the slotted spatula, which he denied you of by raising the hand holding your desired item. He was a great lot taller than you were, and he often smirked at this fact, just like what he's doing now. You jumped to reach it, and then again, and again, and then you had overused that ability which was why you fell into his chest the next time you jumped. Instincts made you wrap your arms around his waist, and deciding that the position was rather cozy, you impeded the day's work by luxuriating in your current position. His perfume had a class of its own, or was he even using perfume? Maybe that's just how he naturally smelled: intolerably good. Maybe that's how demons smelled. You weren't even hiding the fact that you were sniffing him. And he, for the nth time, was more than unimpressed.

The moment he thought that you were finally done pestering him, he made a fatal mistake. You swiftly took the spatula from his then relaxed hand and moved away, giggling childishly. Sebastian rolled his eyes before watching you for the next five minutes with bated breath as you successfully murdered the immaculate breakfast you were supposed to have. The bacons became charcoal. He declared with dread "T-That's enough!" and looked at you with the see-what-I-told-you kind of look on his face.

You sighed helplessly. You really thought you wouldn't mess up this time. "Oh, all right! I should just fix our things. Has the --"

"That's already been taken care of."

Your mouth gaped. How -- then you remembered: demons don't need sleep, so he mostly spent midnight packing your things. Sometimes the fact awed you, and this event was one of those times. Sometimes you had wondered what it felt like to be a demon who needed no sleep. How great would it be to watch your desired Netflix shows unceasingly, and to think about creative ways to choke your ex-boyfriend and the whore he cheated on you with without suddenly yawning and getting interrupted by lethargy.

Sebastian sighed as he looked at you. "Since you've already wasted five precious minutes of defiling our food, why don't you take a shower now? Be a good girl for me, won't you dear?"

"Won't you join me? Won't we bathe together, Sebby?~"

"Please don't act so carnal this early in the morning."

You pouted. "Says the horny one."

Sebastian blinked, stupefied, and then cleared his throat. "We cannot afford to be even seconds late for our appointment today. You have already wasted five minutes of --"

"-- Murdering, defiling, and what else-ing your precious bacon, yeah yeah."

"That." He sighed once more. "You know that once either of us begins, neither can stop. But we must always present ourselves properly to others. Besides, there is plenty of time to do that later, after the main objective of this day, which you should be focusing on. You remember now?"

You nodded silently.

"Good. Now, go and take a bath. I have already prepared your changing clothes."

You obeyed docilely and took twenty minutes of liberty to wash yourself.

While soaking yourself in the frigid temperature, thoughts came whirling inside your mess of a mind. The main objective of this special day, of your date with Sebastian.

Yes, the root of it all, why out of the blue you decided to plan a date so expensive when you could've just gone to the museum if you wanted a regular date. But what you wanted was something more than that, something much more malignant.

'When stalking one's prey, it is best to take one's time.'

And so you had. It was not your ex himself who was your immediate prey -- for he had long vanished to only the devil knows where, and you intended to seek him, saving him for last -- but the whore he cheated on you with. She, apparently, had a new man to play around with this time. This new bastard, too, had a significant other, a wife, an information you discovered through a thorough investigation you conducted, guided by Sebastian. You had deemed the fact that the woman was skilled at her job, being a homewrecker, worthy of a sardonic snicker.

Homewreckers, whether fully knowing the action they took part in or not and being just another used bystander, more than deserved a punishment worse than the death penalty, at least in your opinion.

It was Sebastian who discovered her scheduled cruise date. When he told you, your mind instantly formulated a plan. And though you had never been fond of the vast, azure ocean, being by Sebastian's side while executing the plan which had been in your mind for a long time now was more than a considerable compensation.

Red obscured your vision as you looked at the bathroom's floor tiles.

Yes, today is indeed going to be a special day, you thought.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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