Sebastian Michaelis said: (Kuroshitsuji)
Always skillfully manipulate your pieces, that's how wewe survive. Use me and madam red, any piece within your reach. Even if the bodies of your pawns pile up in front of your thrown. Because if the king falls - this game is over.
Hatred and sorrow are power; they are yours to control. All wewe have to do is turn them into strength, and use that strength to songesha forward.
If wewe are still determined to take your own life, please do so outside... *To Grell*
He made three requests. That I protect him and never betray him until he obtains his revenge. That I obey his orders unconditionally. And that I would never lie... to him.
To Grell Sutcliff: Then, it's fine if wewe don't be careful on your way home. Rather, I'd prefer wewe walk through dangerous roads with your eyes closed.
Honestly, how meaningless.. For something called love, which has neither meaning nor form. Laughable, isn't it?
Wanting to be loved, for that sole obstinate reason, people can even go this far.
Those round and innocent eyes that know no filth au foulness, those tails that lovingly swish as if they belong to nobility, those paws in the soft shade of warm light pink!
*to Grell* wewe really have no standards.
Yes...I am a demon. There's no way I could understand my prey, a human's sense of taste. What I understand is...only the taste of a human's soul.
*to Grell* Isn't it a hot day?
*to Hannah* I have a contract. Even if wewe steal him from me, he is still my Young Master. The lot of wewe aren't fit to even lick his soul.
Forsake the future, sacrifice your dreams, while stained with deep despair, elude the past, fight the reality, and never relinquish your nobility. Just like that, Young Master. That is the soul I wish to consume.
*to Claude, teasing him* This is your way, right? siku into night, sugar into salt, dark blue into gold. Then I will turn the gold... into black.
Young Master... It's time to wake up.
Now I can onyesha wewe my true nature.
*to Claude* How can wewe say that. I'm one hell of- wait, it's still early for that.
I do not need a thousand souls, I only need one, which is my master's.
I'm a butler. I can't let my master see the form that speaks badly of my reputation.
*to Ciel* I shall make it as gentle as possible.
Heaven? That has no hold over me.
*to Ciel* I am your knight, after all.
Unseemly... ugly... vicious... My true form.
Cats are great. They don't talk about useless things. au do them. Nothing is cuter. They are something that don't exist in my world. They have pets over there as well...but...it doesn't quite compare.
*to Beast* Wouldn't it be good to forget everything even if it's just for tonight? Indulge in pleasure...breathe a sweet poison deep into your lungs.
*to Ciel* In your current state...you are even zaidi like...My Lady.
For a king to survive it's good for him to be able to skillfully manipulate the other pieces using both the knight and the queen. Beneath the kiti cha enzi the bodies of your pieces will pile up along with your sins. wewe must not lose.
*to Ciel* You're a child when it's convenient, huh.
Any game becomes boring when it lacks thrills.
As long as there is the contract, I will protect your life. However, if wewe make a mistake of your own accord, wewe will possibly suffer a painful experience while alive. wewe already know that, don't you?
*to William Spears* My, my. How difficult to handle alone. But this large quantity of souls, shall a demon like me offer wewe assistance with them?
It has nothing to do with England au India. No matter where au when, it's the same. Humanity, that is.
*to Ciel* Well, aren't wewe a very young master. wewe have summoned me. This fact will not change for all eternity. What has been sacrificed will never be returned. Now... choose.
*talking to other servants* Why don't wewe all kneel down on the ground and beg for even a mere scrap of Agni's talents? Perhaps it would even improve wewe a little.
However, when trying to reach your goals, wewe need to learn how to eat some humble pie occasionally. If wewe don't, one small trip one siku might mean your fall.
Humans cannot reject temptation. When they are plunged into the depths of despair, likened to hell, they will hold on to anything that may help them escape from the situation they are in, even if it's merely a spider's thread, no matter what sort of humans they are.
Heaven? I don't have an affinity with that place.
*about Finnian* I have lived for a long time, but this is my first time meeting a space alien. What kind of counter-attack is that sparkly, smiley face expecting from me?
It seems your talent for dancing is non-existent. It must be crushing, young master.
I won't let wewe touch him. Young master would be sullied if an inferior, dirty person like wewe were to touch him. *says to Alois*
Under one of your orders, I am to be your pawn and your sword. So please, young master, songesha me into check.
Even though I dislike being kicked kwa others, I do enjoy the feeling of kicking others.
The image reflected in a picture is but an illusion. However, even if it is an illusion, wishing to hold onto it is one of the hollow dreams humans have.
I hate dogs... Actually, I detest them.
Yes, my lord.
Once one has rejected faith, it will become impossible for him to enter the gates of Heaven.
Friends... is it?That's the first time anyone has alisema that to me.
I knew it... No matter how I do it...there is always a smell. *after sleeping with a demon dog*
At this moment, my body and soul, to the last hair, belong to my master.
If it is your wish, I will follow wewe anywhere, even if your kiti cha enzi crumbles, and your shiny crown truns to rust.Even if the bodies pile up endlessly above the bottomless pile of corpses.Beside wewe as wewe lie down softly, I will be,until I hear the words "Check Mate"!
I'm just one hell of a butler...
I can use my tongue to make a sakura branch into a butterfly, kipepeo knot.
Always skillfully manipulate your pieces, that's how wewe survive. Use me and madam red, any piece within your reach. Even if the bodies of your pawns pile up in front of your thrown. Because if the king falls - this game is over.
Hatred and sorrow are power; they are yours to control. All wewe have to do is turn them into strength, and use that strength to songesha forward.
If wewe are still determined to take your own life, please do so outside... *To Grell*
He made three requests. That I protect him and never betray him until he obtains his revenge. That I obey his orders unconditionally. And that I would never lie... to him.
To Grell Sutcliff: Then, it's fine if wewe don't be careful on your way home. Rather, I'd prefer wewe walk through dangerous roads with your eyes closed.
Honestly, how meaningless.. For something called love, which has neither meaning nor form. Laughable, isn't it?
Wanting to be loved, for that sole obstinate reason, people can even go this far.
Those round and innocent eyes that know no filth au foulness, those tails that lovingly swish as if they belong to nobility, those paws in the soft shade of warm light pink!
*to Grell* wewe really have no standards.
Yes...I am a demon. There's no way I could understand my prey, a human's sense of taste. What I understand is...only the taste of a human's soul.
*to Grell* Isn't it a hot day?
*to Hannah* I have a contract. Even if wewe steal him from me, he is still my Young Master. The lot of wewe aren't fit to even lick his soul.
Forsake the future, sacrifice your dreams, while stained with deep despair, elude the past, fight the reality, and never relinquish your nobility. Just like that, Young Master. That is the soul I wish to consume.
*to Claude, teasing him* This is your way, right? siku into night, sugar into salt, dark blue into gold. Then I will turn the gold... into black.
Young Master... It's time to wake up.
Now I can onyesha wewe my true nature.
*to Claude* How can wewe say that. I'm one hell of- wait, it's still early for that.
I do not need a thousand souls, I only need one, which is my master's.
I'm a butler. I can't let my master see the form that speaks badly of my reputation.
*to Ciel* I shall make it as gentle as possible.
Heaven? That has no hold over me.
*to Ciel* I am your knight, after all.
Unseemly... ugly... vicious... My true form.
Cats are great. They don't talk about useless things. au do them. Nothing is cuter. They are something that don't exist in my world. They have pets over there as well...but...it doesn't quite compare.
*to Beast* Wouldn't it be good to forget everything even if it's just for tonight? Indulge in pleasure...breathe a sweet poison deep into your lungs.
*to Ciel* In your current state...you are even zaidi like...My Lady.
For a king to survive it's good for him to be able to skillfully manipulate the other pieces using both the knight and the queen. Beneath the kiti cha enzi the bodies of your pieces will pile up along with your sins. wewe must not lose.
*to Ciel* You're a child when it's convenient, huh.
Any game becomes boring when it lacks thrills.
As long as there is the contract, I will protect your life. However, if wewe make a mistake of your own accord, wewe will possibly suffer a painful experience while alive. wewe already know that, don't you?
*to William Spears* My, my. How difficult to handle alone. But this large quantity of souls, shall a demon like me offer wewe assistance with them?
It has nothing to do with England au India. No matter where au when, it's the same. Humanity, that is.
*to Ciel* Well, aren't wewe a very young master. wewe have summoned me. This fact will not change for all eternity. What has been sacrificed will never be returned. Now... choose.
*talking to other servants* Why don't wewe all kneel down on the ground and beg for even a mere scrap of Agni's talents? Perhaps it would even improve wewe a little.
However, when trying to reach your goals, wewe need to learn how to eat some humble pie occasionally. If wewe don't, one small trip one siku might mean your fall.
Humans cannot reject temptation. When they are plunged into the depths of despair, likened to hell, they will hold on to anything that may help them escape from the situation they are in, even if it's merely a spider's thread, no matter what sort of humans they are.
Heaven? I don't have an affinity with that place.
*about Finnian* I have lived for a long time, but this is my first time meeting a space alien. What kind of counter-attack is that sparkly, smiley face expecting from me?
It seems your talent for dancing is non-existent. It must be crushing, young master.
I won't let wewe touch him. Young master would be sullied if an inferior, dirty person like wewe were to touch him. *says to Alois*
Under one of your orders, I am to be your pawn and your sword. So please, young master, songesha me into check.
Even though I dislike being kicked kwa others, I do enjoy the feeling of kicking others.
The image reflected in a picture is but an illusion. However, even if it is an illusion, wishing to hold onto it is one of the hollow dreams humans have.
I hate dogs... Actually, I detest them.
Yes, my lord.
Once one has rejected faith, it will become impossible for him to enter the gates of Heaven.
Friends... is it?That's the first time anyone has alisema that to me.
I knew it... No matter how I do it...there is always a smell. *after sleeping with a demon dog*
At this moment, my body and soul, to the last hair, belong to my master.
If it is your wish, I will follow wewe anywhere, even if your kiti cha enzi crumbles, and your shiny crown truns to rust.Even if the bodies pile up endlessly above the bottomless pile of corpses.Beside wewe as wewe lie down softly, I will be,until I hear the words "Check Mate"!
I'm just one hell of a butler...
I can use my tongue to make a sakura branch into a butterfly, kipepeo knot.
