Novel & Cerita Sebastian Black Butler Fanart

Sebastian held one hand behind his back and scanned his surroundings out of the corner of his eye as he said, "Since you're one of the Black and White Sentinels, wouldn't it be lonely for you if you just died on your own?" Sebastian sneered toward the woods in the northwest direction. "It seems that the Black and White Sentinels are just scum who wouldn't be beneath ambushing someone. Are you really going to just stand by and watch as I kill him?" As Sebastian spoke, a white figure strode out of the woods. It was a tall, burly, and dark-skinned middle-aged man. He was built like a tower. "It seems that you would rather go to hell than to heaven! Since you want to die so much, I'll fulfill yo

Seraphina sighed, clearly torn, but she didn’t press him further. The servant, who had been standing quietly, spoke up. “Sir, shall I hang the painting in your room?” Sebastian shot a glance at the painting and quickly responded, “No! It’s too gruesome.” Alessia Swift gave him the most scary present possible. Carter, looking at the painting with curiosity, asked, “Who is the painter, Sebastian?” Sebastian shrugged, his gaze lingering on the painting. “I don’t know.” “I will check,” Seraphina said after knowing the name of the painting. After a moment of searching, she looked up, her eyebrows raised. “It’s someone by the name C.T. Heart.”

“For now.” The words nearly bent her in half. Slowly, Elena crouched and placed Bunny on the gravel. Rain darkened his fur almost at once. The little rabbit looked abandoned there, small and pathetic in the middle of the path. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. To Leo. To Adrian. To every version of herself that had ever believed love could keep people safe. Then she stood and walked on. The chapel doors opened before she reached them. Sebastian Blackwood waited inside. He was taller than he had looked on the screen, dressed in a black coat that turned him into part of the shadows. He had Elias’s eyes, Adrian’s mouth, and a smile that belonged to neither of them.

I cut him off impatiently as we geared towards the front door. It abruptly opened and in front of us was an old butler. My eyes narrowed, he looked human. To make more caution, I threw a dose of wolfsbane powder at him. It had no effect, only making him cough instead with a frown on his face. “Can I help you gentlemen?” “He seems human.” Sebastian whispered from behind me. I scowled deeply, “We’re looking for someone. Asher Blackwood and Aurora Thompson to be precise.” I studied his face greatly for any sign of a facade, he remained stoic, eyes expressionless, “I don’t think I know who that is.”

When the bell finally rings, Sebastian stuffs his notebook and pen into the backpack hastily, wanting nothing more than to get away from the presence of the boy beside. However, he makes the mistake of glancing over the notebook of Killian before storming off and there he finds a beautiful sketch, a sketch of himself. How could he draw him so beautifully when he was just lazily doodling? Sebastian frowns while looking at the sketch where he looks bored and then his eyes dart towards the artist who mimics the expression of his creation. "Want it?" The boy smirks, proud to see the impressed expression imprinted on Sebastian's face.

“Mrs. Blackwell, Leo is stable. He is still very weak, but he’s holding on. We are watching him closely.” I closed my eyes and breathed hard. “Thank you. Please let me know if there’s any change.” The call then dropped and I held the phone a moment longer, then put it down slowly and I was a bit hopeful. I walked downstairs to the kitchen and I could perceive the odour of a coffee and something cold I couldn’t name. Sebastian sat at the long dining table and he was dressed in black, like always. His eyes didn’t look at me. They never did.

“Bastin, on the other hand, is just wow. He is talkative, opinionated, and already correcting adults when they get things wrong.” “And his best trait is his looks,” another shareholder, Miriam Rhodes, said, pouting. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. Your son, Serena, is very handsome. Alisa is also beautiful, but Sebastian has this unique eye color. Blue-gray, is it? It’s rare.” Hearing that, Serena almost choked on her own spit, but thankfully, Xavier tried to save her from the awkward moment. “Who else does Bastin look like?” Xavier said. “Me, of course, the uncle!”

“You’ll make a mess of your beautiful face with that chocolate.” I recognized the voice, and sure enough, I looked up to see Sebastian, in a black billowed shirt this time, a sash wrapped around his waist. His mask was gold and only covered half of his face. Through the gold, I saw his glacier blue eyes staring at me so intensely, I felt like he could see right into my soul.

Their conversations halted, laughter died, and glasses that had once clinked in celebration were now held in frozen grips. Every eye was on us. Or rather—on him. |||Oh fuck! It's him.|| |||Right! Theron Blackmoor. The Prominent Blackmoor family’s only male heir.||| |||Wait! Do you mean the heir to the mighty Phantom Core International? The same one who seldom came out to the public except for rare cases?||| |||Right! He is the one. One time I got to see his picture via Elira’s Livestream of her family pictures. I've been obsessively in love with him since then, can't believe I get to see him in real life today.|||