Romans & histoires Black Butler Manga Sebastian

she said kindly. “Thank you, Manang Lucing. I never expected this to happen either,” I admitted. “Sebastian’s a good man. It’s no surprise you fell for him. He can be hotheaded sometimes, sure, but he’s not a bad guy. He’s sweet too, in his own way.” I nodded in agreement. She was right. Sebastian might be moody, but deep down, he’s a genuinely kind and loving man. “I’ll go ahead and set the table, Manang,” I offered.

“Then you must hate how little you own me.” The air shifted. Something dangerous flickered in his eyes. He leaned closer, his voice dropping. “You don’t get to say things like that unless you’re prepared for consequences.” Her pulse kicked. “I’ve always been prepared.” Before he could reply, another presence slid into the space beside her, warm and careless. “Easy, brother. It’s Christmas.” Sebastian Blackwood. Younger by four years. Vice chairman. The charm to Julian’s steel. Where Julian cut, Sebastian burned.

"I do not want to live in terror. I want to wake up and love you without fleeing." "You will," Kc whispered beside her, his hand at her waist. "Even if I reduce the world to ashes to do it." She leaned against him, her voice on the verge of a whisper. "So then let's begin with the ashes." Meanwhile… Deep in the Black Jungle. Sebastian lay strapped to a dirty metal bed in a deserted underground bunker. His body was charred, twisted, barely recognizable as human. But his eyes. his eyes still crackled with the same malevolence.

Black Hawk snarled, “Hah... What’s the point of catching me? Do you know how many people are after your life right now? The Black Wolf Fortress won’t stop until you’re dead!” “Let them try. If Raze dares to come after me, I’ll send him to join his brother.” Sebastian responded coolly, unfazed by Black Hawk’s threats. Black Hawk, despite his bravado, knew he was outmatched. His body was already weakening. Sebastian’s eyes turned cold. “Enough talk. Raise your hands!” Black Hawk slowly complied, but in the brief moment of hesitation, he tried to make a break for it, darting towards the hallway.

A female voice half screamed and Sebastian saw a petite girl with black spikey hair, military boots, and an attire of piercings coming their way. Matt hugged the girls tightly. "Hey Anna, this is Sebastian, but I think you already know that.. Sebastian, this is Amber's assistant Anna". "Well hello darling, don't you look stunning tonight". Sebastian grabbed her hand kissing it softly, turning on the charming gentleman without even thinking. Anna giggled and blushed like a schoolgirl, well old Sebastian still got it, he thought to himself. "Oh you are just trying to charm me, and Amber said you weren't charming at all".

When that man heard Sebastian’s voice, he turned his head to look at Sebastian, a flash of joy appeared in the bottom of his eyes. "Young master!" Sebastian frowned, his eyes staring bottomlessly at the man in black, the expression on his face unreadable. "Who are you?”He sounded a bit surprised. The man in black was not surprised, it was normal for the great young master not to remember a small person like him! Thus, the man stood up with gentle movements and took a few steps closer towards Sebastian with an agitated look on his face. “Young master, I'm Thiago,I’m one of the numerous workers at your father’s house.Do you remember me now?”

"Sebastian?" "Why, you're surprised to see your brother visiting, eh?" asked Bastian, walking up to him. In the darkness, Bastian's sharp eyes lit up and seemed to be eyeing his prey. Like a Jaguar, ready to keep an eye on its prey. A predatory animal that could swim and climb trees. Even the running is very fast and aggressive. Right now, Tristan, who had killed many people, really felt intimidated by the figure in front of him, who didn't even carry any weapons.

I try to anchor him with my calmness, but since my calmness is a facade, it doesn’t work. Our father hates us. He has always hated us. The hate intensified when he realised we were going to be stronger than he was. Sebastian is a rare breed of wolf, which is why his eyes turn amber sometimes. I am also a rare breed, hence the red eyes. My father is a deranged and corrupted breed, hence the black eyes. He’s filth and trash. I’m counting down to the second I shove a dagger in his back. “Come on, Bastian, before you explode.” I grab on to the nape of his neck and lead him downstairs.

It was an easy thing for Sebastian and it soon complete all the wooden planks he has to create. “I remember how we met so vividly on my mind” Sebastian mumbled as he looks at Kalisto who was now on the ground. He then saw a dark on his neck. Looking at where the end of it pointed, he avoided the dart that was supposed to be hitted on him. “Who are those fuckers who dared…”

He points toward the pit. And I see it. I really see it. Sebastian’s body is suspended now, hovering over the open earth. Black light pours from his left side. Silver radiance from his right. His eyes— Gods, his eyes— One is black as a starless sky. One is silver-white like a dying moon. Two gazes. Two beings. One vessel. And yet— beneath all that— I still see him. He is screaming. He is fighting. He is burning.