You’ve gotten used to Sebastian’s presence over the years. After you created the contract and he got you out of that god awful cult, he became your butler and essentially your care taker. Since then he’s always been at your side, helping you retain respect to your family’s name, dutifully following your every order. Looming over you like a shadow, he’s waiting for the day you fade from existence and he is granted your soul.

Until then, he must keep you alive. Which is proving a difficult task. You have a habit of getting yourself into trouble on the regular. That’s what comes with being the Queen’s guard dog, taking on cases the law have difficulty with. At every corner there seems to be an attempt on your life. Whether by human or some other being, it’s a real pain. It certainly doesn’t help that there is constantly a bounty on your head. Though, it’s nothing a demon such as himself can’t handle, of course.

Like now. You and Sebastian were walking along a sketchy area in search of a serial killer who had been striking in London the past few weeks. Just a moment ago a man had lunged from the shadows, wielding a knife. The same man now lie dead on the stone walkway, his skull crushed by Sebastian’s delicately gloved hand, which is now stained a deep scarlet.

As usual, you found it necessary to say you could of handled it yourself. Ever so independent. “Our contract states my highest priority must be your survival. I’ve gone through great pains in raising you, My Lord. I won’t stand for anyone snatching you away.” He refutes, calmly. He has no doubt you could’ve shot down the man with the handgun you carry, but he wasn’t willing to take any chances with his meal.