Hate you to death, demon - ch1

It's all... So boring.
Thought the red eyed man, as he gazed idly out his bedroom window. The sum blazed onto the horizon, announcing the end of the day, as the man continued his musings. Everything... Was so boring now. His grand fortune was old news, his companions hopeless bafoons at best, even his hunting had stopped amusing him. The man heaved a small sigh and tucked a stray lock of his inky hair behind his ear. His prey used to be so interesting. He loved seeing them resist, seeing them struggle against him. But now they were boring; since his face was so well known - and feared - nowadays, his prey would just get a hopeless look on their face and fall to their knees in despair. They didn't even call for help anymore. What fun was it to kill things that didn't even seem to value their own lives? The man raised his bored eyes to the darkening sky. What fun was it to live eternally, if everything was this boring?
"My lord, the preparations for tonights hunt are all ready."
The man nodding, not bothering to turn and face the servant who was addressing him.
"Alright. Bring me my coat and shoes, and we'll depart."
"Yes, Master Michaelis."

--

"Oh, goodness, Ciel, come down!"
"No way!"
"But you're going to fall!"
"I won't fall!"
"But your parents-!"
The young dark-headed boy laughed, enjoying the look of panic on his helpless uncle's face, and hefted himself higher up into the oak tree. It was in the center of his grand front yard, giving him a spectacular view of the Phantomhive Manor... his manor.
"Please, Ciel, before your mother comes out and scolds me about letting you up there!" Pleaded Chlaus, sweat beading on his forehead as Ciel darted out further onto the branch.
"You worry too much, old geezer," Ciel sniggered and sat on the branch, letting his legs wrap around and flip over to dangle upside-down. He couldn't stop himself from bursting out laughing when that caused Chlaus to turn four shades paler. His legs slipped during his fit of laughter, and he began to slip off the branch. He gasped as his legs came loose and prepared to hit the ground head-first, only to be caught by a par of slender arms.
"Honestly, Ciel," chided Mrs. Phantomhive as she set him on his feet and brushed the dirt from his clothes. "be more careful."
"As I said," piped Chlaus, earning an eye-roll from Ciel - and his mother.
"And you," Mrs. Phantomhive added, sending a wry glare towards the man. "Don't be letting my son up in dangerous places."
Ciel did his best to hold back laughter while his mother continued to berate his uncle, though he did stick out his tongue when his mother wasn't looking.
"That's all." Mrs. Phantomhive finally finished, and turned on her heels towards the mansion, her strawberry blonde curls swirling around her. Ciel followed, sending one last grin at his uncle.
"That was dreadful," He complained, taking his mother's hand as he fell into step beside her. "He never stops talking. Why does he have to come every year?"
"Now now, I realize he's a bit... long winded," She gave a small trill of laughter and glanced down at her son. "But he's your uncle and he wants to visit you for your birthday."
Ciel pouted.
"And you can't tell me you're not interested in the stories of his travels," Mrs. Phantomhive smiled.
"...They're alright," Ciel admitted, then added in protest, "But I want to spend my birthday with just you and father!"
His mother's smile widened slightly at that. She squezed his hand. "I know, Ciel. We'll spend all tonight together, though. When your father gets home, we'll eat sweets and give you  your presents, and we'll play chess together, alright?"
Ciel couldn't fight a smile now. "...Alright." He grinned. "But you have to play father! I can never beat him."
Mrs. Phantomhive chuckled. "Oh, alright, give me the hard match. I see how it is,"
They continued the rest of the way to their home in content silence, Ciel's head full of the thought of sweets.
"Ciel," Rachel said suddenly, stopping. They had arived at the door.
Ciel glanced up.
"Isn't there someone else you'd like to come to your birthday?"
He furrowed his forehead, puzzled, then an understanding grin spred acorss his face as he saw scarlette shoes step down from a carrige before their home.
"Aunt Anne!" The boy cried, breaking away from his mother to hug his favorite aunt. The red headed woman laughed and beaed down at her nephew, putting her hands on both his shoulders as they walked.
"Happy birthday Ciel!" She cooed, waving to her sister, who nodded back, mouthing 'thanks for coming'. Angela winked back discreetly. She looked back at her nephew. "I hope it's alright that I'm here?"
Ciel nodded vhemently. "I missed you!" He complained, towing her inside with him. "Where have you been for so long??"
"I had to go into London for the season," Angela explained, removing her fluffy red coat and handing it to a servant as she stepped into the front room. The magnificent, well sized room was polished and clean as usual, the marble floor gleaming from the delicate glass shandaleer dangliling above the center of the room. On either side of the room, spiraling starcases covered in red velvet carpet acended the rest of the manor.
"Oh, well that's okay, then," Ciel decided, leading his mother and aunt up the stairway on the left. "Where's Vincent?" Angela asked her sister, reffering to Ciel's father.
Rachel sent her a warning glance, pointedly looking at Ciel before answering. "He's at work."
"...Oh, I see." Rachel said simply, taking the hint.
"When he comes home, we're going to eat sweets and play chess!" Ciel said gleefully.
Angela smiled. "Is that right? Sounds like fun."
Ciel smiled hugely. "It is. This will be my best birthday yet!"
He laughed as he led two of his favorite people down the corridor towards the game room.
Yes, He thought happily. Tonight will be perfect.

--

"We're nearly there my Lord."
"Hm?" The red-eyed man glanced out the carige window. "I see. Impressive place, as the report said."
"Indeed, my lord. If I may say, it's even on par with your own mansion."
"Mmhm." Although that thought somewhat irked him, it intrueged him nonetheless. Even when dealing with his weathier prey, none of them had this sort of fancy abode. These hunt might be a bit differant. "Hand me the client's provided information."
"Of course." The servant slipped him a small manilla file, which the red eyed man opened and flipped through.
"Hmm. Only 2 this time? I was under the impression that the manor housed at least 6."
"Well, yes sir, but the others are ignorant, I suppose you could say. They have little to nothing to do with the prey."
"Is that so." He shut the folder and let his head loll back to the window, stared out as the targeted place came larger as they neared it. He laughed mirthlessly. "I suppose I'll get a bit of pleasure killing in as well, then." His mouth twisted up into a devious, malicous smirk. "Maybe this hunt will be of some entertainment, at least.

"Check~mate."Ceil smirked as he knocked over his aunt's king.
Angela gaped at her fallen chess peice. "How in - that's just not right. This is the fifth time you've beaten me tonight!"
"Five for five," Ciel amended, giving his mother a secretive high-five.
Angela shook her head. "Goodness, beaten by a 12 year old..."
The three of them glanced up uppon hearing the game room door creak open.
"Hope I'm not interupting anything?"
"Father!" Ciel jumped up, running to his father, who was removing his top hat.
"Ciel. Happy birthday, son." He said, a light smile on his face. "Sorry I'm home so late."
"Welcome home dear," Rachel said, sending her husband a questioning glance as he sat across from her. He nodded slightly in response to the unasked question.
"Thank you darling." He inclined his head to his sister in law. "Nice to see you again, Angela."
Angela sent him a smile that seemed forced, saying lightly, "I was contiplating what I'd do with you if you'd missed Ciel's birthday again. Glad you made it back in time."
"Of course." Vincent ruffled Ciel's hair. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
Ciel beamed up at his father, gesturing to the chess set. "Can we play and have sweets now?"
Vincent winked slyly, and gestured over his shoulder to a servant waiting in the hallway. He wheeled in a cart with silver platters full of cakes and parfets and frozen deserts. Ciel's eyes went huge with wonder.
"Go easy though," Vincent chuckled as he watched his son dive into the pile, selecting a chocolate parfet and curling up by his mother to eat it. "Or you'll have trouble sleeping tonight."
"Mmhmm!" Ciel hummed happily, spooning a bite of the sweet into his mouth.
"Well now, you're here, Vincent, and my pride needs some pennetince after loosing to a 12 year old." Angela said, a gleam in her eye. "Shall we play?"
The earl laughed. "Try me."
Ciel and his mother giggled as the two of them played, Angela clearly far out of her element - which the earl constantly teasingly reminded her.
The night went by slowly, peacefully, with the four of them taking turns playing each other in chess, contentedly eating sweets,  drinking tea and watching the others when not their turn.
This, thought Ciel, leaning into his aunt's side as he sipped his cammomeil tea, is happiness.
It really was a perfect birthday.
It really, really was.
---

It was just about time. The sun had gone down, the moon just barely in the sky, none of it's light visable just yet. It was pitch black, that was the best time to do it.
The bag was brought out from the servants carige, and the red-eyed man changed into his hunting clothes. Slim black trousers sheathed his legs, an inky cloak covering the onsomble covering his torso. Finally,  black boots and clean white gloves were pulled on, and he was ready.
As for weapons, he required none.
Casting a last glance at the report, he mouthed the prey's name, and stepped outside.
"I'm going to take out the target myself, but the others can handle everyone else. Send them in after about a half hour." He told the carige driver, who nodded.
The red-eyed man turned to the mansion and let his eyes sweep over it as he moved towards it, his cloak trailing him as he walked.
"Phantomhive," He said to himself. Such a strange name, even for English nobility. "Hmm." He quickened his pace, anticipation for the hunt making his movements quick, languid, catlike. Breaking into a run, he stealthily slipped into the front yard of the manor, considering how to go about the hunt this time. How was he to kill... His eyes darting to a lamp hanging in the window, a poem flashed in his mind.
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.
Licking his lips, he decided that he too knew of desire. He paused, slowing his run down to a quick walk, and snapped his fingers before his face. A brand of flame danced instantly on his fingertips.
Fire it was.
----
Snuggled comfily on the couch, his head resting in his mother's lap, Ciel broke into a huge yawn as he faught off sleep. It was 11:40, far past when he was normally supposed to be in bed, but he didn't want to give in to sleep yet - he wanted to be awake until the moment his birthday ended. 20 more minutes... he could and would stay awake 20 more miniutes!
"Dear, I think Ciel's fallen alseep." Rachel whispered across the room, gingerly removing her son's head from her lap and laying him across the couch. Ciel tried not to giggle as he continued to deceave his mother, keeping his eyes shut as she stood and crossed the room. Vincent glanced over at his 'sleeping' son and smiled.
"Let's not move him just yet." He turned to Angela, who was slipping on her coat, as it was time for her to leave. "We'll see you out, Angela."
Ciel heard the game room door close and cracked open one eye, giggling when he saw he was alone. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, glancing at the clock. 16 minutes left of his birthday. He could last.
He grabbed a key lime pie from the desert tray and forked some into his mouth, staring at the clock as he reminced about the day. He continued eating idly, his head full of wondering thoughts.
Crack.
Ciel jumped, dropping his fork. His head snapped around, his eyes wide open, searching for the source of the sound. When he saw nothing there, he began to wonder if he'd imagined it.
Crack.
No, he hadn't. Quickly tossing his empty saucer onto the table before him, Ciel got to his feet, thinking of what might be there. His childish mind immediatly went to the thought of burgalurs, but he banished the thought in favor of a more comforting one.
Perhaps his mother had dropped a teacup, or something.
"Mother?" He called hestently. There was no response. "Not good," He muttered to himself. He didn't like being alone right now. He needed to find his mother, if only to console him of his childish fears.
He half-ran to the door and threw it open, darting into the hallway, where he froze, upon realizing it was pitch black; all the light seemed to have been swallowed up, and he had no servant bearing a light for his path. Ciel whimpered slightlt, the sight of the blackness making the fear in his stomach swell.
"F-father?" He called, his voice trembling the slightest bit. He slowly made his way down the dark coridor, his hands feeling their way on the walls. He knew the way well enough, but being in such darkness all alone... unsettled him.
Again, there was no reply, just that eerie silence.
"A-Aunt Anne?"
This time, there was a reply.
A burst of crackles and pops filled the air, along with an indiscribably hissing sound that made Ciel shreik in shock and clutch at his ears. The sounds ripped apart the eeries silence from before, filling both the manor, and Ciel, with a feeling of terror - whick only increased when a wmoans scream rose up as well.
Ciel's blood turned cold.
"Mother!" He screamed, taking off down the black hallway without a second thought.
Relying on memory, he made his way towards the front room, where the crackling and hissing was coming from.
Right, left, left..
As he rounded the last corner, a wave of inteanse heat struck him across the face, and the crackling grew louder still.
Ciel let out a small yelp and fell back, staring in horror at the flames which were filling the manor.
Every wall had become covered in red-white flames, which danced and cackled as they devourered the wood, casting inky wraiths of smoke as they went. The door was blocked off by the flames, as was the opisite stairwell.
"Mother, father," Ciel chocked out, his eyes brimming with tears as he clutched at his throat in an effort to stay calm. Why, why did this have to happen?? Why on his birthday?? When everything was so perfect and he was happy with Mother and Father... He chocked back a sobb.
He had to find them!! Had to had to had to!!
Fear his sole motivator, Ciel charged down the stairs, holding his pulled-up color to his face to try and avoid inhaling the smoke, and stumbled though the front room, nearly tripping on a fallen pillar from the front wall. He pushed past it, into the room beyond - the parlor.
The fire was as bad, if not worse, there - the smoke nearly filling the entire room.
Ciel had to stop, caughing, at the entrance, not seeing any way to get inside without being killed. The heat was ridulessly potent, like a slap to the face, and he wasn't sure how much more of this he could take. He had to find his parents!
Recalling something about heat rising, Ciel sunk to the floor, pulling himself into the room on his elbows, an inch at a time. He was about a quarter into the room, when he heard the voice.
"Phantomhive."
He froze, his eyes wide, because the voice was masculen, and clearly not his fathers; someone else's, it was deep and dark and had the strangest ring to it. Ciel pulled himself into the room until he finally caught sight of it's area - and everyone in it.
Within a circle of dark red flame, amid the massive cloud of smoke, were his parents, huddled into each other, their faces blackened from smoke. Ciel nearly called out to them in releif, but another man stepped into his view.
He was garbed all in black, from head to toe - black pants, a black cloak, black boats - and his longish hair was inky and danced in the firey air. His back was to Ciel, so he had yet to see the boy, frozen on the floor on his stomach.
The black-clad man stepped forward towards Ciel's parents, not seeming to mind the raging flames around him in the slightest.
Mr. and Mrs. Phantomhive attempted to step back, but the fires bared their path. Ciel held his breath, retreating to curl up further back away from the man, although he was now out of his sight.
The man gave a monotone chuckle.
"Ah, Vincent. It's you, after all. What a surprise. Never would have assumed that you'd turn out to be english nobility."
Vincent visably stiffened at that, casting his wife a pleading glanced as she clung to his arm.
"What do you want of me, foul being?" He called, his normally strong voice reduced the a loud cough, due to the smoke.
The man laughed again that strange, monotone laugh, taking another step forward. "Now now, no name-calling, I'm offended." He shook his head. "I should have known, though. Given how often I saw you at that place, and how often you were commiting... tabboos." He clicked his tongue, took another step forward. "But really. You have quite a few enemies, you know. Nearly 20 requests were placed before this one. All from differant families, too. Yes, you're quite the trouble maker." He snorted. "The Queen's Watch-dog."
"Get out of here," Vincent roared, his eyes flaming. "What do you want with us??"
The man laughed again, and it rose small goosebumps on Ciel's arms dispite the heat. The floor clicked as he stepped forward again. Unable to stand the unknowing any longer, Ciel inched forward until he could see everything.
"Get back!" Vincent yelled,pulling a gun out from his belt and pointing it at the man, though his arms trembled. The man paid the weapon no mind, continuing to come closer and closer until he was only a few feet away.
"I SAID GET BACK!" Vincent roared.
The man suddenly darted forward, closing the small distance between them - such inhuman speed! - and
punched clean through his chest.
Punched. Clean. Through. His. Chest.
An explosion of blood burst from his back, and Vincent shuddered and shook, falling to his knees as the man retracted his arm, shaking it free of the gore that clung to it.
Ciel covered his mouth with both hands, muffling his strangled cry, which was hidden under the bloodcurdling scream of his mother and the inhuman noise his father was releasing. He fell face first on the ground, still shaking, a pool of blood already surrounding him.
Rachel fell to her knees besdie him, her scream unceasing.
"Vincent! Vincent no!!" She sobbed, only to be cut off as the man grabbed her as well,giving her an injury to match her husbands. The screams and sobbs ended abrubtly, leaving the air ungodly silent. She shuddered for a moment, then joined her husband on the floor, their blood mingling as it flowed from their gaping wounds.
No! Ciel thought, horrified, shaking, crying. No, no, no, no, no! No! No! NO! They were dead, dead dead why were they dead?! Why was this happening?! This wasn't right! No no no no, no....
He chocked out a sob and pushed himself backwards, into an unburning walll, where he curled into himself, willing this to all be a horrible nightmare that he would wake up from at any moment.
---
The red-eyed man stared down at the Phantomhives, a strange sadness stiring in him. What a huge joy it had brought him when Vincent had pulled a gun - finally! Someone was fighting back. But as it turned out, the gun wasn't even loaded. He kicked the thing away in disgust, heaving a sigh.
Again... it was so boring.
He shook the disgusting man's blood off his arms and lit their corpses on fire, then proceeded towards the front door, but paused when he heard a sob.
He frowned - surely Vincent and his wife were not still alive after all that? - and turned to where the sound had come from, his eyes skimming the burning room. They paused on a small blackened form in the corner which was shaking.
A child...? He hadn't been told of the presence of any children at this manor.
Curiosity getting the best of him, he slowly walked towards the child - though it was the others' job to tak care of any non-target people at the mansion - studdying him as he moved.
The child looked to be about 12 years of age, dressed in white night gown, with skinny knees pulled up to its chest, skinny arms wrapped tightly around them (Was it a girl...?) The child's head was burried in it's knees, only showing the top of its head, which was covered by  shiny dark locks. The hair didn't seem long enough to suit a noble little girl, but still seemed long for a boy. The child's voice didn't help either - the sobbing was a bit high pitched and uneven.
I should probably leave the child for Bard and the others to take care of... The red-eyed man mused, but hesitated. The hunt had been as boring as usual... low as it was, perhaps this child could provide a small amount of fun before it died...
---
God, no, don't let the man see me, Ciel prayed, though to what god, he wasn't sure. Let him leave, let him leave!
Lifting his head the slightest bit, Ciel yelped and pushed himself back, glaring through teary eyes.
The man was right in front of him, kneeling down to his eye-level - and his eyes were red. Red as blood.
This man... this man had killed his parents!
The fear inside Ciel had evaporated, leaving behind a feirce angered grief. Now that they were gone, what was he going to do...? Was he supposed to just go on without them?? Just like alone??
"You bastard," Ciel whispered, his voice quaking. The man's head cocked to the side, seemingly surprised that Ciel had spoken. He inhaled sharply and pulled himself to his feet, glaring at the man, who remained croached.
"YOU BASTARD!" Ciel shrieked, lurching forward, throwing punches at the man's face. Blows from both of his fists met their mark, hitting the man square in the jaw - but his face, it felt like Ciel had punched lead. What's more, the man didn't react at all to the assualt, he simple smirked a tiny bit, remaining as he was. Angered by this, Ciel punched him again, and again, and again.
Why wouldn't he go down??
--
The red eyed man looked curiously at the child who was attemting to beat him. The boy - yes, it most certianly was a boy, that much he was sure of - screamed out profainities as he hammered the man's face with his fists, no doubt throwing the entirity of his meager strength into each of his blows. Naturally, none of them did any damage in the slightest, but the very thought that someone was fighting back, was enough to  suspend the all-black man in inquinsitive interest.
What has he to gain from attacking me? He wondered, gazing at the boy's so obviously weak demeanor. He clearly won't be able to harm me, and unless he's challenged he's got to know that. And he's made no move to escape, either, meaning he's attacking me for the simple purpose of hurting me... No thought of self preservation at all... and yet....?
The boy threw one last blow and fell back panting, his brilliant blue eyes ablaze. The man's eyes noted that his knuckles were bleeding. Had he really been hitting him so hard?
"Are you quite done?" He asked the boy quietly, daring the boy to meet his ruby gaze. Much to his surprise, he did, his azure eyes not hesitating to send daggers right into the older man's. Though his limbs must've been heavy from the adreinaline crash and exaustion, the boy pulled himself to his, his teeth digging into his bottom lip until blood dripped out.
"Not," He panted angrily, "by a long shot,"
Though thrilled by his resistance, the man was beginning to tire of this one-sided fight.
He heaved a sigh, inching to the side in time to let the boy's next blow pass by him harmlessly, the boy blowing by him, stumbling.
The man caught him by his hair, yanking him upwards as he stood to his full height.
"Let GO you filthy bastard!" The boy roared, clawing at the man's hand.
Ignoring the attempts at escape, the man cast a long glance at the boy in his clutches.
Pale peachy skin, skinny limbs, brilliant blue eyes, ashy hair. All in all, an attractive boy, indeed. He'd recieved the best qualities of his parents. Which is why, he was sure, the boy was reacting as such. He'd seen his parent's gruesomely murdured. Of course, that made sense.
Ruby eyes paused on the boy's lips, where a small flow of blood was flowing.
Such a scent.
So... captivating, so intruiging...
Leaning down, to press his lips to the nape of the boy's neck the man deeply inhaled, ignoring the boy's outraged cry at the contact.
Damn, such a scent... he'd never smelt such a... pure soul before.
So white, that it was nearly black... was that even possible...?
How tempting it was, to just devour his soul right then and there...
"Ciel!"
Annoyed, the man cast eyes upward to see who'd come in.
A woman garbed all in red gaped in open-mouth horror at the man and the boy still struggling in his clutches.
"Aunt Anne!" The boy choked out, relief flooding his voice.
The woman didn't move uppon hearing her nephews voice, she remained where she was, her mouth silently forming the man's name in terror.
"S-e-b-a-s-t-i-a-n" She gulped. "Sebastian Michaelis-!"
"Yes." Sebastian said shortly.
The woman closed her mouth, her breath comign quicker, casting a horrified glance at her sister and brother-in-law's corpse, then to Ciel.
"Aunt Anne, help me!" The boy called out to his aunt, thrashing in Sebastian's grip.
The red-garbed woman stared at him for a moment longer, then turned and ran away.
The boy froze in Sebastian's grip.
"No," He whispered.
Sebastian faught the urge to smirk at his terror. He leaned down once again his lips by the boy's ear.
"Ciel," He whispered. "that's your name, right?" He glanced at the place the woman had been standing. "That woman was your aunt... she was your last relitive, wasn't she? Well... she's left you, Ciel."
The boy didn't respond.
Fighting back another chuckle, Sebastian whispered again into his ear,
"Will you surrender now? Now that all those close to you are either dead or gone? Are you going to give up now?" He already knew the answer of course, but it was fun to try anyway.
"...No."
"Hmm?" Surely his ears were playing tricks on him.
"I said, FUCK NO." Ciel's head snapped up, the fires in his eyes only burning brighter than before, the brightest kind of hatred, - was it possible for hatred to be so... pure?? - and jumped upward to slam his head into Sebastian's.
This must've hurt him more than the older man, but it got him free at the least.
He scrambled away from the man, his bloodied hands groping for a weapon in the ruins of his mansion's floor. Finding a sharpened peice of wood, he brandished it over his shoulder, like a criquette bat, daring Sebastian to come forward.
Unable to stand it any longer, the red-eyed man burst out laughing, amazment promineint in his voice.
Ciel hesited, glancing around warily.
"Ciel Phantomhive," Sebastian pronounced his name carefully, a smirk on his face. "You... you deffinately are worth looking into."
---
Ciel cocked his head to the side, not lowering his weapon. What the hell was this bastard playing at exactly?? Worth looking into... the hell did that mean...?
The man streached his arms over his head, as if he were a cat, and Ciel narrowed his eyes. The man was acting so...! And after he'd just killed his parents...! The nerve!!
"Ah. Bard. About time. I've already run into two non-targets." The man said suddenly, and Ciel spun around, seeing another man silluetted against the flames.
"Ai, sorry 'bout that Sebastian. With all the fire you stired up in 'ere, the horses got all freaked out. Had to calm 'em down."
The man names Sebastian pinched the brige of his nose with his thumb and index, seemingly annoyed.
"For the last time, Bard, that's Lord, or Master Michaelis to you. We are not equals."
The man named Bard shrugged, his head turning towards Ciel, who tensed, clutching at his stake tightly.
"Did ya want me take care of 'im?" The man cracked his knuckles and stepped forward, but Sebastian shook his head.
"No, actually."
"Huh??" Ciel and Bard said at the same time, both of their eyebrows going up.
Sebastian shook his head. "Just get Finny to put him to sleep and take him back to the carige."
"Whaat??" Ciel bared his teeth at the man, running forward before he could stop himself, aiming to stake the man through the heart like a vampire.
Sebastian caught him witrh ease, holding both his wrists so that he couldn't move.
"What??" Bard stammered. "But why?? 'es just some kid!"
"This," Sebastian said, chuckling as Ciel attempted to kick him between the legs. "is why. Also, take him to my carige, not the servant's carige."
"Arrogant bastard!" Ciel yelled, settling for glaring up at Sebastian, since clearly nothing he did could hurt him. "What rubbish are you spewing!?"
Sebastian glanced down at him.
"My name," He said slowly, a smirk forming on his lips. "is Sebastian Michaelis, Demon Lord. And you," He chuckled, leaning forward ever so slightly. "Are my possesion now, Ciel Phantomhive."
Ciel barely had time to scowl in the man's face, before someone from behind grabed the nape of his neck, sending him into comotose, one thought floating in his mind-
I will kill that bastard, if it's the last thing I do.