“M’lady, it’s time to wake up.” Sebastian opens the blind of your window. He was still trying to adjust to the modern lifestyle. Some days he didn’t understand why he was to serve you.

He didn’t understand why alarm clocks were ever created. Were butlers too lazy to do the just they were “paid” to do?

He wasn’t any butler. He was a demon meant to serve you until your deathbed.

“Wake up.” he stands over you, a cloth hung over his wrist.