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Contracted
Bound
To my every whim
Honest and
Unable to refuse
My order
Or word.
My soul the price
For revenge against they
Who took my true soul from me.
Quite the deal,
For someone already damned.
I wonder,
Does The Bible speak the truth
When it says
Demon's are the paragon of sin?
Because I have seen real sin.
Partaken in it.
And Sebastian is not...
His company is cooling
And
I find relief in his ever present gaze.
His smile.
His not quite false humanity.
How ironic.
That he
Is more human then me.
He is a fool.
As am I.
At the end of the line,
We still end up the same.
He,
My butler,
The predator.
And me,
His master.
His prey.