Flee, you precious thing,
Flee in the wake of a hunter,
Flee because it was your birthright,
Flee because his wicked smirk,
Compels you,
His purple glowing eyes burn,
Crimson in the dawning twilight,
The Raven,
He hunts,
He stalks.
The predator
Within me,
Within you,
Can you feel his gliding footsteps?
Can you see red yet?
Part the sea of blood?
Laugh at yourself?
This, this sea of hatred,
This sea of hunters,
This sea of the Demons.
Can you feel your blood racing?
Your soul powerless as you pant,
Weak-kneed,
Vile, disgusting, impure,
His tongue slithers out,
About to kiss your tender lips,
Your lips part,
Excitement closing in.
Instead, he slowly drinks
The lifeblood from the cut,
He has inflicted;
He takes his time, this slow death,
This ugly grinning,
This beautifully hideous end.

His name?
Why, it's a grinning name.
Imparted on those,
Who's death's are near,
Abundant.
His name,
Is Sebastian,
Sebastian Michaelis,
Hear the name and tremble,
For he is a demon;
He stalks the light,
Creating chaos,
Because of the contract.
The one he can never let go.
He takes your hand,
You tremble, but all he must say,
All he can say;
'I serve my master, for I am one helluva butler.'