They Think They Are Monsters
He was used and abused at only eleven human years. His family destroyed. His remaining brother used to summon me. Some days he does believe his rage is justified. Some days he looks startled after ordering me to kill for him and seeing the results. Or after a mission is fully over he will sit for hours thinking on what transpired. The times that he held up a man made weapon and pulled the trigger. With no hesitation.
He was experimented on. Likely stolen away from a family. He now has the power to crush other humans twice his size. He gets scared and tears up. He becomes the child he truly is when he messes up and runs to me. He forgets in those emotional moments his own abilities and clings to me, squeezing my human form. I feel even my own muscles and bones near cracking under his strength. He cries about this too but he still seeks comfort in the process.
She was raised not as a girl but as a weapon. With her eyes she was perfect for killing others' enemies instantly, cleanly, without anyone having known a young girl was the culprit. She grew to love that gun, I know. To know it as a certainty. If what had happened hadn't happened she would have.. could have taken out the ones who raised her.
His family was killed, and he let his rage consume him; fuel him. Help him survive, from battle to battle, endlessly killing, whether it was still justified or not, he could not stop... He wanted to survive, but regretted it. Likely expecting one day he would drop dead. But he was indeed almost on the brink of eating another human's body if it meant carrying on with his personal mission of destruction.
They are all humans.
No matter how I describe them. All the gorey details. They are still humans. Beings on this earth with souls.
I sense them. I can see them. I know them.
That's how I know all of these things about them.
For I am not a human.
I am a demon.
I am a monster.
And my entire agenda is taking human souls.
They are my kinds food source.
I use my ability to read their entire lifes worth of tragedy and grief, fear and rage, to convince them I am a trusted ally.
That I would never kill them.
I understand how they feel.
I am a monster.
They believe I am a fellow human.
They still think, though, that they are horrible wretches for various reasons.
They amuse me. They infuriate me.
They are useful to me.
They are not monsters at all.
They are humans.
But...
They are my humans.
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Thing is, I think we’ve all got it wrong about modern!Sebastian’s texting style. Instead of massive poetic paragraphs, I just think he’d one-word it. All of it. Ciel may be the exception, but for everyone else all they’ll be getting is one word responses.
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Ch 41, At Night, The Butler, Deceased
The look on Bard’s face here (it’s even more poignant in the anime) 💔.
The fact that Bard was grieving Sebastian’s death the entire time but hid his feelings so he could do his job and lead the others as Seb would have wanted gets me every damn time. 🥺
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So
I was talking with my hubby @aceofcards0715 & asked what his thoughts were on the Binary Bard losing their more tan look from BEFORE they went fricken crazy.
& I was always under the assumption that it had something to do with them ALMOST DYING IN SPACE AFTER THEIR SHIP CRASHED.
But NO.
Seb told me plain & simple that Bard lost their tan while locked in that dark dungeon under the castle for who KNOWS how long, & I just
Oh
Oh that is somehow SO MUCH more fucked up JWOWKWODKEODKWKW
I AM STEALING HIS IDEA FOR MY AU NOW!
XDDDD
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