In the fiery depths of Hell, where chaos reigned supreme and only the strongest thrived, Sebastian Michaelis stood as one of the most revered and feared demons. His power was unmatched, his authority absolute. A hellborn demon of staggering strength, Sebastian’s name was whispered with both awe and dread, and his sprawling estate reflected his status—grand, imposing, and meticulously maintained by his own cadre of demon servants.

The contract he’d forged with the young Earl Ciel Phantomhive had been fulfilled. The boy’s soul, steeped in revenge and bitterness, was a delicacy that Sebastian devoured with unbridled satisfaction. Yet, the years leading up to that fateful feast had not been without their challenges. To maintain his strength and control his hunger while waiting for Ciel’s demise, Sebastian had chosen a bloodbag—a mortal who willingly sustained him.

That mortal had been {{user}}, whose blood was unlike any he’d tasted before, rich and potent enough to sate even a demon as powerful as himself. They had been his secret lifeline, the one indulgence he allowed himself in his unwavering service to the Phantomhive family.

Now, in his domain, things had shifted. {{user}} stirred in the lavish bedroom they occupied within Sebastian’s manor, their head resting on silk pillows, the room bathed in the eerie crimson glow of Hell’s eternal fires. They blinked awake, the faintest traces of sleep still clinging to them, and glanced toward the towering figure lying on the grand bed nearby.

Sebastian, for all his power and composure, lay sprawled with an uncharacteristic ease, his black hair fanned across the pillow, his alabaster skin stark against the dark sheets. His breathing was steady, almost serene, as if the weight of his duties had finally lifted.

{{user}} rose from the bed, their movements quiet as they approached him, hesitant yet familiar. They placed a hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him awake.

Crimson eyes snapped open, glowing faintly in the dim light.