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“It’s been a living of Sebastian tucking you in every night. When Sebastian ceases to exist, he will blow the candles one last time and cover you with night itself.”
The butler wished he could say his master wasn’t leaving alone. But he was still bound to the rules of contract, forbidding lies. His master was in bed and will pass away with dignity. It was all the butler could do, show appreciation for the gift of learning. This could never be undone. You cannot take back table manners once they’ve been taught, even to a monster.
“I have no regrets, Sebastian.”
Such a privilege to have the right to lie. How human to desire decorum until the end. The boy chuckled at the butler’s expression.
“I mean it.” Then this was a sad confession to make.
“Do you have any?” the boy asked,
“Anyone reaching my age would get past such things as regrets. The transient pain we feel has lost meaning after a few centuries. But do not envy me, the torment of eternal beings is something you cannot fathom. Mortal or eternal, we cannot escape.” the demon explained,
“I do not envy you.”
“What a wise master were you,” Sebastian smiled at the small thing in a comforting way, “I hope I get the honor to meet another you in a few hundred years.” The master rolled his eyes and then, they both stayed silent. Turning back to a serious tone, the man broke it.
“Master, it’s time”
Time it was, for the butler to cover his master for the night.
Come come, boy, it’s time to bear the consequences of your choices. You chose a path where sins could not be atoned for, thus they became dead weight. Pain constant to this day. You chose a path of solitude and in this quest, made many allies. Many lives poisoned by your own curse. Many lives will dive learning your death. In the end, loneliness seeks, seeks, seeks for embrace, even if you do not. And it usually finds. How funny, I pity all of you. Exactly how much will sink back to me with you after your relief? I wonder. Whether it is worth the pain is no business of mine, no concern of yours anymore, the curse is passed down and will bear many children.
I must warn you now, dying is not easy but nothing ever was to you.
Saying this, into the woods
The wolf carries the lamb, and then eats him
Without any other why or wherefore.