Dream 01
At first all that can be seen is a view of a stone path, wet and shining due to the recent rainfall and reflecting the dim light of the street lamps. The scene is mostly silent, save for a very faint voice in the background. That is until a rather girly scream is heard and the beaten and bloodied face of one Grell Sutcliff comes into view and collides with the cobblestone, his head being forced to the ground by a shoe belonging to none other than Sebastian Michaelis. The butler leans over his prey, Grell’s Death Scythe in his grasp.
He proceeds to apply a bit more pressure, smashing Grell’s face further into the dirt and gravel of the alleyway, “It is quite unpleasant to be stepped upon. Doing the stepping, however, feels quite good.”
The muffled cries of the Death God only grow louder, which only serves to make the smile on Sebastian’s face grow wider as he revs the chainsaw.
“My, you do have quite an attractive screaming voice. Let me reward you,” he lifts the weapon above his head before continuing, “I will let you depart via this beloved toy of yours.”
Grell, knowing his end when he sees it, pleads with Sebastian to stop. What he gets in return is a charming smile from the butler as he speaks the last words the Death God is going to hear, "I don't want to."
He brings the chainsaw down quickly, his eyes lighting up as it makes contact with the Death God’s neck, ripping into the flesh and covering Sebastian’s already ruined wardrobe in more blood. Grell’s scream eventually devolves into a strained gurgle as the Death Scythe cuts across his throat, and then completely vanishes as his disembodied head rolls from the corpse.
Sebastian steps away from the scene and turns to his Master with a smile on his face, “It has been done.”
Despite being the one who had given the order, Ciel looks as though he’s about to vomit (again) and he moves his hand to his mouth. He clears his throat and glares at Sebastian, “Did you have to make such a mess of things?”
”Ah, my apologies Young Master. It’s just this…” he gestures towards the weapon in his hands, “…can be a bit difficult to use without making a mess.” He gives another award winning smile before dropping the Death Scythe and walking to the boy’s side.
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[Sebastian sits up with a mildly disappointed look on his face]
How unfortunate that this didn't actually take place.