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"Park of Horrors. A theme park so scary you'll die from the thrill."

A boy read in a monotone from the fliers plastered on the empty ticket booth of the park.

The boy was no more than twelve but he spoke and stood up tall, for such a short blue-slate gray haired kid, with the air and nobility of an English Nobleman, which he was one.

"Fitting slogan," the boy said unimpressed "for all the murders going on."

He finished with a role of his deep dark ocean blue eye.

His other eye wasn't visible,

it lay behind a black clothed eye patch, to hide it's hellish glory.

A deep dark amused chuckle sounded behind him

and when the boy turned the amused man had a smile to match.

There stood his butler,

a black as coal jacket covering the raven haired man's usual black tail coat.

"The tag line instead really should be one he-"

"One hell of a theme park. Yeah yeah I get it."

"How'd you know what I was going to say?"

The all too familar smirk came to settle on the attractive early twenty looking year old's lips as he quirked an eyebrow in mock question.

The Earl grit his teeth.

"Because you use that lame catch phrase all the time.

It's always 'I'm simply one hell of a butler'

something 'is one hell of a' whatever the damn thing is

and something about being worth it's salt."

"You know me so well." The butler cooed.

"Sebastard." The boy said with narrowed eyes and a scoff.

He turned on his heels and stormed through the killer theme parks gate. Sebastian chuckled, the amused light never leaving his crimson eyes, looking like a cat playing with it's toy, he followed after his little lord.

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