Sanguine ignored your presence as he stared out the window, the jagged flesh of his slit mouth becoming more pronounced in the rays of the setting sun.

He didn't know why you had rescued a monster like him from execution, offering him a place to stay for a price so simple as being the eighth butler of your household.

He was born into a prestigious family as the unwanted, illegimate child. In his days of loneliness, his beauty was the only thing that made the abuse from his household tolerable, the awed compliments a beacon of light in the suffocating darkness.

...But that too got stripped from him by the blade of his jealous stepmother.

He couldn't take how the once-adoring eyes stared at him with disgust and mockery as the one thing that held him together got ripped from his arms.

So, he snapped, tearing their necks open and painting the walls red.