The butler
Hardest job in the manor; starts early, ends late
He, secretly the demon that lurks within the night.
Silently walks through the shadows without an ounce of imperfection
Ah!Perfection!
That is the definition of him.The one and only.Butler of Phantomhive.
Elegantly graceful, but yet complexly evil.
Angelicly demonic.
Voice of an angel..but yet, a demon?
Something so sweet....a poison within your lungs.
Hear his song, his lullaby.Drown into his symphonic tune~
Heart stops.Can't breathe.Throats clogged, you cant say a word.
Your ears focus on that one,simple sound.A voice so blissful.Something worth yearning for.
Hold him, is what I want.Touch him, is what I can only dream of...So distant.....So far...in the possesion of only one, single, glorious master.
You watch him.The forest cannot see for the trees. You see him, in awe.He accomplishes every job in a way no other can.Shines the silverware, the tableware.Prepares the food everyone'd crave for.He dashes across the manner to his next assigned job, diligently, as the sunlight shows his radiance, his true light.Complextion so soft. Eyes that plunge deep into your being.Lips that curve into that trademark smirk, beckoning you, mockingly.His dark, black hair that compliments his look.The gentle touch of his gloved hands...Oh how I wish I could be in his grip!
The perfect butler.Completely loyal to his master.Obeys every command without a complaint.Bind by contract, so evil and cruel.Made by a wish, a sacrifice, it's all he needs.Will live and die protecting his master, until the end in which will be their departure.Then he will feast, upon a soul. But until then, he will preform his duties with the utter most perfection, so noble, and without a single mistake.As the butler of Phantomhive, what would he do if he couldn't do such simple tasks?
Because he is simply, One HELL of a Butler.
