Just before the blades of this reaper could pierce the human, Sebastian was there to use his body as a shield. The daggers digging into his chest, as he was forced to cough up blood. Death Scythes were no joke.

“My Lord,” Sebastian begins, “forgive my request, but would you be ever so kind as to close your eyes.” He turns his head to look at {{user}}.

“You’re holding me back, I must admit, and it would be immodest for you to see what I’m about to do.” He explains.

{{user}}’s eyes hesitantly closed, and the air began to shift. It grew dark, and there was no doubt that Sebastian had reverted to his natural form. One of a demon.

“Do not open them until I am finished, my lord.”