"Well, well, it's quite a surprise to see one of your kind around here, good sir~!"

....Okay, not his best comeback, admittedly. What can he say, the little priest undertaker has a temper and a tongue too quick for his brain sometimes.

Nevertheless, there was couple of limits over that last point. Parties weren’t something he appreciated the most … and imaging himself around countlness cats woud be kindly the death of him with his allergy … He always had been forbidden Sebastian to play around such things --- or if he did, not on his presence, not presence of same cat inside his manor … where he sensed his thoughts inscreasing with annoyance to couple of recollections --- and now, he would have to face it ? For the sake of his reputation of society ? For the sake of an mission ? An unconvinced and annoyed look betrayed his visible eye. He swallowed an irritated sound across his lips. ❝ It's counterproductive with my allergy. How can I hold a whole assembly if I'm sick around cats ? As good that idea might be, offer to yourself an little paradise in middle of that cats hell you advise ... ❞ An contemptible comment, as his resentful smile widened. Hell would be his personal place afterwards had brought his parents murderers and the people who hurt him, he knew that, hence often, around that demon, he played around that awareness … Thougthfully, circumstances were still pondered out. Their target needed an attraction --- ❝  If you can find some temporary solution time I get opportunity to get of our target without turn useless created by sickness, I might give you that temporary pleasure … since such devotion will indeed, give me a good impression to my family and on society … ❞ But he would be certain to tourment Sebastian for that. Inside an accusing eye, it wasn’t exactly an complete accepteance of the idea. ❝  If I end up sick regardless, I need another solution. ❞

Commenting that in front of an demon will not giving him any kind of reassurance. After all, himself wasn’t well-placed for spoke of generality : everyone around him seemed to managing more easily these waves of sadness and distress, everyone around him seemed to have an better and brilliant existence than his miserable life … An slight mocking smile resonated still, as the confession of his state, inside playfulness, was something he needed to leave out. Of course, it was an wonderful opportunities for demons to using these instants for playing with their soul … He had an personal and hurtful reminder on that. ❝  Not where you can experiencing worse than just an random sentiment of emptiness and nothing more mattered … ❞ It was thoughts who had to remain unsaid, these delicate moments where darkness of his mind and his soul almost making him give up. Reasons of his long survival inside the disaster of his existence were accidentally, as, at the possibility he might not perceiving an future, he was catching up lightly an reason for keep going … Though, sadness who impacted him wasn’t going to leave so easily. ❝  Aren’t demons supposed to had live among humans for quite a long time ? That you don’t experiencing them personally, I can understand … but you must have saw couple of humans fall into despair once, mh ? ❞ Then, concerning that last comment, he laughed over that, where he had to strenght to mocking his own condition. ❝ I can’t tell you about the other people, because everyone seems to success better than me. ❞ He touched misery in an physical sense, not only in an mental sense as currently. Memories who were troublesome to remember, as he could still embracing his twin’s remembrances … as he had been struggling … on his emotional distress, he was an complex case.  ❝ Darkness aren’t kind, it's what I learn. ❞

Vivid contentement pleased his smile almost immedietly. By the way he had been looked at, without surprise, he probably had met his twin before --- as … pretty much everyone who knew Alois Trancy by name … since he never showing up inside the daylight world until now --- wondering how even this was possible … Ah, himself still playfully pondered the same thing : how much irony and tragedy had mutually embraced his entire existence, where fragments of his impostor was also something he experienced, where couple of experiences had been reflected, nevertheless, with an different mindset of the one who had took his place … There was no negative feeling towards the main concerned anyway. Inside the walls of an manor, the landscape of the outside world was that abstract element who was used as a chessboards --- pieces moves in the way he desired by offer couple of requests, and even without having permission to leave, in middle of atmosphere of darkness, he could, inside his seat, silently controlling everything with an neat assocation … receiving in return knoweldge blessings of the outside world. There was an consciousness about the tragedy of the story, and yet, he waited instead people ask what happened to him. There was an associatied mockery about how there was awareness concerning mutual reflection it would give to his friendly twin to giving him his perspective of the facts about his past --- though, reflections of events generated an understanding over his conditions … though he was less inclined to kindness, less inclined to forgiveness, less inclined to be an nice boy as he should be. ❝  You will notice, around me, lot of blessings can happen~ So many of them~ ❞ He exposed brightfully. ❝  The life offer me endless opportunities showing up at the door, as I easily attract them. It’s brilliant, isn’t it ? To be so much flattered by the darkness behind ? ❞ He mused another time playfully, before slowly move towards the other demon, ask seductively. ❝  So, you’re Phantomhive butler ? ❞

Amusing was how he lightly appreciated the landscape around Phantomhive's mansion … in an better approach than his own … Maybe because it was Phantomhive : he was envious about everything the boy was, regardless how he had the exact same thing. Noblesse sphere loved Phantomhive … compared to him. If he could, he could annoy Phantomhive all day, not even try to behave himself for one second and leave him alone breath for one tiny second --- he needed attention. He needed eternal attention, and Phantomhive was inclined to answer it ! Whatever if he showed how an terrible boy he was, he could scream, he could cry, he could remain silent, his head would decomposing with emotions and oh, it was wonderful ! ❝ Quite an magnificent one~ ❞ How envious he could be cannot escape the gaze of an demon. Though, most of the flowers he witnessed inside his personal garden were roses … not inside that white color. ❝ Did these white roses had an particular meaning ? Something metaphoric ? You think your young Master will be mad if I offer him some for dinner ? ❞ He asked playfully.