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One Hell of a Love (Book 1) Chapter Fifteen
Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader
Chapter Fifteen: One Hell of a Curry
Summary: (Y/N) and Sebastian find humans infected by hate and a strange butler to the Queen.
“Thank you for waiting!” said the announcer to the crowd of spectators at the Curry Festival. Soma, Ciel, Lau, (Y/N), and the rest of the Phantomhive servants stood in the front row as they watched Sebastian and the other chefs come onstage to create their curries. “Welcome to the Curry Festival for the pride of London’s curry shops!” The judges waved.
And there was Viscount Druitt, yet again. Quite the pest.
“Oh, he’s here again,” observed Lau.
“The show off,” said Ciel.
(Y/N)’s nose twitched in irritation.
“Well, then let us begin coo—!” The announcer was interrupted by trumpet fare.
A long red carpet was rolled out, and the crowd parted. Ciel’s eyes widened as he saw a veiled woman in black beside a butler dressed in white.
“Her Majesty,” he said.
“England’s Mother, our beloved Queen Victoria, has graced up with her presence!” said the announcer, bowing with the rest of the people.
“God save our gracious Queen!” declared Druitt as the Queen walked down the aisle. Her butler escorted her as the people sang “God Save the Queen.”
As the Queen and butler passed (Y/N), the butler glanced down at them, and violet eyes met (E/C). Instantly, (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. Their instincts were on edge the moment he looked at them. It was over in a moment, though, and the Queen sat on a makeshift throne overlooking the room.
“Her Majesty declares, ‘We have not seen you in some time and are sorry to have concerned you. However, our constitution has improved remarkably, and now we are even able to come and sample curry. We wish everyone well and hold great expectations for this food that my late husband loved so much,’ ” said the butler.
The crowd applauded wildly.
“Well then, to the cuisine!” declared the announcer.
The people watched in admiration as the cooks began working, adding spices and flavoring to their curries, delicious aromas mixing in the air around them. Agni and Sebastian were already miles above the other competitors in terms of skill, showing their abilities with their usual gracefulness. Agni’s right hand moved with its own mind, adding spices without even having to consider the taste. He knew it by heart. However, Sebastian wasn’t to be outdone, and the aroma of his curry was as delicious as Agni’s. And then…
“Hey! What is he doing?” cried one man in the crowd.
The crowd’s eyes widened, and murmurs ran through the crowd as Sebastian placed bits of chocolate in the curry, just as he told (Y/N) he would. West and several other were quite skeptical and derisive, but (Y/N) could see Agni’s eyes widen. He knew that the taste could work if done right.
“How did you, an Englishman, ever come up with such an idea?” said Agni.
“It was by my Master’s order,” said Sebastian.
(Y/N) grinned playfully as Ciel’s eye twitched.
“As long as my Master gives an order, I will make it happen, no matter what it may be,” said Sebastian. He smirked. “After all, I am one hell of a butler.”
“He has a way with words,” remarked Lau.
“Is that supposed to be sarcasm?” said Ciel.
“He certainly likes to play with his words,” said (Y/N), amused. “How dramatically vague he is.” Sebastian smirked at them from on stage, and (Y/N) rolled their eyes fondly.
Agni’s eyes widened as he saw them interact. To him, he saw Sebastian having someone to cook for. And him…Soma was nowhere in the crowd. Agni was alone. He shook his head and focused, picking up a basket with his next ingredient.
“A blue lobster!” gasped Druitt. “The legendary lobster said to live only off the coast of Brittany. The deep cerulean that even compares favorably to Chartres Cathedral! Wrapped in its delicate, colorful shell, it’s just like a fine lady in a blue dress.” Somehow, Druitt had a blue lobster hat on his head. “Hidden underneath that dress is a delicate sweetness of the highest quality, said to lead people to delirium!”
“As you can see, that is the highest quality ingredient for a curry,” said West in condescending satisfaction. “It is not merely some cheap little additive.”
But even as Agni worked furiously to prepare the lobster, Sebastian calmly continued cooking. He would not be shaken. So through the entire countdown, he worked gracefully until time was called.
“Time’s up! Now the judging with commence!” declared the announcer. “First up is the Persian Tub’s Beef Curry.”
“There are large pieces of beef generously mixed in,” observed one judge.
“Flavors are rather balanced, if a bit missing proper kick,” said another.
“Rather unappealing,” sighed Druitt.
“Next up, Doll Company!” said the announcer.
“This is your own home spice, isn’t it?” asked Druitt as he tasted the curry.
“Y-Yes,” stammered the nervous chef, and (Y/N) raised an eyebrow at the obviously lying man.
“What is it? One thing alone stands out, producing an amazing fragrance,” said Druitt.
“But the overall balance is poor, and it’s overpowered by the fragrance,” said a judge.
“Well, I’ll give you points for trying,” said Druitt.
“Next up is Chef Agni from the Harold West estate,” declared the announcer.
“May I present my curry,” said Agni, taking the lid of his tray off. “Lobster and a seven flavored sauce.”
(Y/N) blinked. He had made seven flavors to be served with the blue lobster. Now that was a feat.
“What amazing brightness!” cried one judge. “D-Delicious! The tender meat spreads a delicate sweetness throughout your mouth the moment you bite into it.”
“Moreover, with a seven-flavored curry, each flavor blends harmoniously with the blue lobster,” exclaimed another judge.
“Ah!” Druitt was damn near moaning. “This is…The graceful beauty I met at the ball. Like seven jewels adorning your overwhelming elegance. A heart-shaped, golden brooch, a sapphire and pearl bracelet, a garnet necklace, a cameo cut pin, and on your fingers a diamond and emerald ring! All of them bring out your beauty even more! I had my heart stolen by you!”
The crowd gasped in amazement at his analysis. (Y/N) was just glad he wasn’t referencing them again.
“Such high class!” cried the announcer. “Will the winner be decided just like that, or will we see an even better appraisal? Our final contestant is the Funtom Company!”
“I humbly present my curry,” said Sebastian, taking the lid of his tray. Three balls of a doughy substance were revealed within.
“Are you toying with us?” huffed a judge.
Sebastian just smiled as he took tongs and dipped the dough balls into a frying pan and allowed the outsides to turn crisp.
“He’s frying it?!” cried the judges. Whispers started up in the crowd.
Leave it to Sebastian to get people talking. Still, when Sebastian glanced up at them in the crowd, they had nothing but pure support for whatever the hell his plan was resting in their eyes.
“It is complete. This is our company’s curry,” said Sebastian, placing the fried dough (with hopefully curry somewhere) on the judge’s plates.
“And I’m saying, where is that curry?” demanded a judge.
“Wait just this second, this is—!” Druitt’s eyes widened as he cut into the dough. Curry, aromatic and beautiful, spilled out from within the fried dough. “From the inside, the curry is—!”
“This is the curry that our company proudly presents,” said Sebastian. “It is called a Curry Bun!”
The judge’s eyes widened as he tasted the dough and curry. “This is-This is delicious! The fried bread’s crunchy and fluffy crust creates a superb gradation together with the thick curry, which is perfectly formed!”
“What’s more impressive than anything else is the architecture that keeps in the taste and fragrance of the curry,” said another judge. “The moment you pierce it with a knife, it is all released!”
Druitt gasped as he tasted it, a blush appearing on his cheeks. He was rearing up for another poetry session. “This is the alluring person I met at the soiree! By day, a beauty wrapped in raven wings, smiling and elegant as the birds, but by night, the true face is revealed, and the teasing raven is wrapped in darkness of sinful perfection!”
(Y/N) had really spoken too soon about nothing being about them.
“I want to embrace you!” cried Druitt to his fantasy. “And yet you are always one step out of reach!”
He needs help, thought (Y/N). They deadpanned as Sebastian raised a teasing eyebrow in their direction.
“Once again, what is this high praise?” said the announcer. “Has the victor become less certain? Now we shall allow the judges time to deliberate on their verdict! During that time, everyone, please help yourself to whichever curry suits you.”
People were instantly heading to the buffet tables to try the delicious curries. Most ate either Agni or Sebastian’s creations, but people still tried the other two companies’ curries out of curiosity.
“Oh, yes, the Queen didn’t try any,” remarked Lau. “Isn’t she going to judge?”
“She probably isn’t judging out of consideration for her health,” said Ciel. “However, there is a possibility she will try a curry she is interested in. Depending on that, the judges’ impressions will change. The bestowal of the Royal Warrant is down to Her Majesty.”
“Well, well, well,” said (Y/N), smirking. “Look who’s being approached.”
Ciel’s head snapped to the stage. The Queen’s butler had approached Sebastian and spoke to him. The crowd murmured as Sebastian bowed and gave a plate with a curry bun to the butler to give to Her Majesty. There was silence as she took a bite.
“Her Majesty declares, ‘A good that is easy for even children to eat, requiring neither knife nor fork, fulfilling both the rich and the poor, allowing both children and adults to partake of it equally is commensurate with my goal of creating a kind and pure country,’ ” said the butler. “Treasuring children and the future, this kind stance moves Her Majesty greatly.
“Don’t make me sick!” cried a woman’s voice angrily, cutting through the respectful silence. An Indian woman ((Y/N) surmised it must be Mina since Agni’s eyes widened as she spoke) stood, glowing with malevolence. “That’s too sugary. Equality? The future? For this bountiful country, where there are no hardships, what a pretentious queen!”
“Mina, stop at once!” said West. “You’re in Her Majesty’s presence!”
“Get lost!” Mina elbowed him, and West went flying back from her empowered strength.
“Restrain her!” said a constable.
“Shut up! Curry is rough and spicy!” declared Mina as she easily fought off the policemen.
“Ah!” cried Druitt as he watched. “With her flowing legs carrying her and her inviting hip pose…She is truly like the Kali statue!” He was giggling happily until a constable was thrown on top of him.
“He and Grell should meet one another,” murmured (Y/N) as they readied for a fight. Around them, more people were beginning to glow with malevolent power and try to force their way towards the Queen.
(Y/N) and Ciel moved towards the dais, but several men blocked their way. “They smell…They smell of hatred and desire!” All the infected people turned towards them.
(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. So, they can smell demons and contracts…Interesting.
“The stench of filth,” spat a man.
(Y/N) chuckled darkly. “Filth? Darling, I am sublime.” They took the man’s arm and threw him into another few of the infected.
Sebastian leapt into the crowd with a ladle and fought off several people going for his master and (Y/N). “Are you trying to become like Asura, the one who faced Kali?”
“I’m not a demon who’s going to get killed,” scoffed (Y/N). “I intend to rewrite the legend. Join me?”
“With pleasure,” said Sebastian.
“Stop messing around and stop that Kali,” ordered Ciel, eyebrow twitching at the demons’ dramatics.
“Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastian, and he and (Y/N) jumped into action.
Mina was ferocious as she attacked, moving so quickly she truly did seem to have four arms. (Y/N) and Sebastian matched her, though. She was still but a mortal. The rest of the infected continued attacking people until Agni, reunited with his prince, began defending the people scrambling to escape.
“I shall support you!” said Agni.
“You have become even more powerful. Has something happened?” said (Y/N).
“Yes. Right now, I’m invincible!” said Agni.
“Excellent,” said (Y/N).
“Yes, yes, let’s finish this, now,” said Sebastian, interrupting Agni and (Y/N) speaking.
The three attacked the approaching infected before they reached the Queen. Ciel, the Queen’s butler, and the Queen watched.
“You have most splendid servants, do you not?” remarked the butler. “It seems there will be no need for me to make an appearance. But do you not think this peculiar? If that was the power of the spice, then why is it that just one group of people was affected? If that were the case, there should be many more going out of control.” His gaze darkened. “After all, there is no one in this world who is truly at peace with themselves.”
Ciel made the connection with the curries at the precise moment Mina broke past Agni, Sebastian, and (Y/N) as they fought off the other humans. She ran at the dais angrily, shouting at the world.
“Wait, Mina!” Soma threw himself in front.
“The idiot!” cried Ciel.
Agni’s eyes widened.
Mina slipped on a piece of blue lobster and crashed to the floor. Very anticlimactic.
“Forgive me, Mina!” said Soma, pressing a foot down on her back.
“Sebastian, (Y/N)! The curry buns!” shouted Ciel. “Make them eat the curry buns!”
“Understood,” said Sebastian, picking up a platter. “A kind curry created by a demon.” He tossed several curry buns into infected people’s mouths, and (Y/N) joined him with precision.
How absolutely like him. A completely ironic joke, though Ciel. However, if he has decided to imbue it with kindness, then its power is perfect.
As the infected people were forced to eat the curry bun and taste the sweetness and “kindness” of it, the malevolent aura faded, and they were left looking confused at their own actions.
“M-Mina?” asked Soma.
“Soma? You really are the worst…” she said in quiet disappointment before falling unconscious.
“Her Majesty declares, ‘The kind curry bun is able to subdue evil spice and appease the soul of those in the grip of evil. The Royal Warrant’s destination is clear,’ ” said the Queen’s butler.
“What will happen to them?” said Ciel, watching as the infected, exhausted from the ordeal, were lifted away by doctors and constables called in front outside.
“They will not be mistreated,” said the butler. “Master Ciel, you did a sterling job today. Also, for obtaining the Royal Warrant, I, Ash, congratulate you sincerely. I have a word of appreciation from Her Majesty. Her Majesty declares, ‘I have put you through a great deal of trouble. I am ever watching over your work. I am the light and Master Ciel is the shadow.’ ” Ash bowed and delivered a personal message. “Our positions may be different, but I believe our wishes are the same. Please continue to use your strength for Her Majesty’s benefit in the future.”
“I shall,” said Ciel.
Ash bowed his head once more before turning to Sebastian, (Y/N), and Agni. “And to my fellow servants, thank you for your excellent work in protecting the Queen.”
Agni bowed respectfully, and Sebastian put his hand to his heart. “Of course. What butler would I be if I didn’t?” Sebastian said it with a smile, but (Y/N) could see the same wariness in his eyes. Whatever it was about Ash that set them off was kept carefully guarded. Even Angela had given off more of an air of inhumanity that Ash.
“We are here in service, after all,” said (Y/N), putting a curated smile on their face.
“Quite,” said Ash. He bowed, took (Y/N)’s hand, and kissed the back.
(Y/N)’s nose twitched in annoyance at the touch, and Sebastian’s eyes narrowed.
“Well, then, I shall take my leave,” said Ash, turning and walking back to the Queen’s side.
“Thank you, Ciel,” said Soma. “If I hadn’t met you, I would have remained an ignorant, selfish child. From now on, I’ll learn lots more and travel all over England…No, the world, and become a fine enough man not to lose face to anyone!”
“Master Sebastian, (Y/N),” said Agni. He bowed to them. “The Prince and I have gained so much from you all. I could not begin to thank you.”
“Please, raise your head,” said Sebastian. “I merely fought on my own behalf.”
“We have done nothing to be thanked for,” said (Y/N). “Just as the gods you believe in, Kali and Shiva, could take the pain they held and see their mistakes, so it is with both of you.”
Sebastian’s smile turned cruel as he saw Agni’s eyes shining as he looked at (Y/N), and Sebastian took his attention away from them. “Besides, I doubt a bonding experience without pain would be a fruitful one.”
“To be taught my country’s teachings by an Englishman…I am truly humbled,” said Agni.
“Nationality does not matter. Wherever and whenever you are, there are always similarities,” said Sebastian.
“You are all humans, after all,” said (Y/N).
“That’s true. Just as the sunset by the bank of the Ganges and the sunset of England are both beautiful,” said Agni, staring at (Y/N) and Sebastian as the setting sun shone behind them.
Soma’s eyes turned teary at the beautiful scene and words, and he hugged Ciel tightly. “Oh!”
“Let me go!” complained Ciel.
“I am so glad we came to England,” remarked Agni, smiling at the scene. He turned to Sebastian and (Y/N). “The prince and I have both made friends.”
Sebastian’s eyes widened slightly, and (Y/N) blinked.
“Friends, you say?” murmured Sebastian. “That is the first time someone has called me that.
“Friends…” (Y/N)’s eyes went to Sebastian.
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“I hadn’t expected a curry festival to be quite so exciting,” said (Y/N) with a chuckle as they finished cleaning the curry pot beside Sebastian. “I’ll say it again, your contract is a magnet for trouble.”
“When it is a soul such as his, trouble is bound to appear,” said Sebastian. “But that is what will make the end all the more satisfying.”
“I suppose so,” said (Y/N).
Sebastian glanced at them. “I forget that you prefer your fun to be with those your contract competes with.”
“ ‘Compete’ is a tame word,” said (Y/N). “But yes. I find my satisfaction in tearing my contract’s enemies apart. And then, once my contract feels the power and has satisfied their own cravings, they satisfy mine.”
“I wonder, would the humans consider my way or yours more humane?” remarked Sebastian coyly.
“There are reasons different demons are drawn to different summoners,” said (Y/N). They smirked. “But I’ll humor you. Let me ask a question instead.”
“Oh?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow. He had no doubt this would be interesting. (Y/N) never failed to be.
(Y/N) grinned and picked up a curry bun left over from the buffet. “Which one of us created a curry bun imbued with kindness?” They took a bite as they smirked at Sebastian.
His eyes flashed in enjoyment. He had been correct; once again, they did not fail to match wits and come equal to him. Sebastian leaned forward. “I did. But who enjoyed the sweetness?”
(Y/N)’s smirk turned to a smile, and Sebastian faltered for a moment. “If I were to follow a human’s logic, I’d say a ‘friend’ did.”
Sebastian was silent for a moment as he stared at them. There was a challenging look in their eye, although it disguised something else he couldn’t identify, something he had never seen in (Y/N)’s gaze. When he spoke, his words came slowly as if he was considering them carefully.
“A friend…Yes, I suppose that would be true,” said Sebastian. A slight smile quirked the edges of his lips, genuine. “Friends. Yes.”
(Y/N) leaned their head on a hand and smiled at him. Their heart fluttered. “Friends.”
Two demons, friends. Two demons, whose “non-existent” hearts sought just a bit more.
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