Any good that were within him has long since died. He is the embodiment of self-serving. For Sevastian there is only himself. Loyalty was never a gathered concept. Softness is for those that wish to be among the dead. Humor is for those that aren't serious and as it would be Sevastian is only serious. He is a sexual creature--alluring, but remains all the pure. To give one's self is to give their soul and he is perpetually soulless. Divinity of his own making to be him is to have godliness. No support is offered out of selflessness. It is only by will to survive that he manages to intermingle with others--and they must be of the most supreme strength. To know him is to know death; he waits only to bathe in innocence.