"It's the end, isn't it Sebastian"

My eyes turned down to where my master was kneeling among the charred debris, a stoic look on his face as he surveyed the morbid scene that unfolded before us.

The remains of what had been the primary meeting place of the cult were in cinders, everything living or inanimate that had previously been inside the building were either six feet under or entirely destroyed. Flames licked at the ground where we stood, catching on the sparse grass and spreading across the surrounding wasteland, sending thick puffs of smoke into the cold night air. The smoke in question hung over our heads like a veil, choking the light of the few stars that hung in the heavens, each watching over the scene with a regal radiance.

Smiling slightly, I gestured to the chaos that surrounded us. "It seems as though your goal has been achieved, young master. Those that humiliated and belittled your predecessor lie beneath us in eternal slumber." My gaze shifted from the rubble to my master's face once more. "I believe it is as you say my lord. It is the end."

He nodded slightly, my response confirming what he had already known to be true. Rising from his knees, he turned to face me fully, a look of pure and utter determination on his fine features.

"Then what are we still doing here? Let us be done with the charade, I haven't the time for games."

A clipped chuckle escaped my lips before I could stop it. "Well well my lord, the world must truly be ending, for the gamemaker has grown tired of games."

I was met with a sharp glare and a dismissive flick of a wrist as he turned on his heel, sooty locks swishing slightly with his movements.

"Come Sebastian. It is the end, but until you have devoured my soul, I am still your master and will not tolerate any lip."

Even though he had already turned away from me, I knelt in the ashes before his receding form and with one hand over my empty heart, repeated the words both he and I had come to know so well.

"Yes, my lord."

I rose slowly, taking my sweet time to brush off as much ash as I could from my tailcoat before following the stubborn boy down the hill. Remaining a few paces behind him as was customary, I reflected on our contract.

In the beginning, I questioned my state of mind when I made the contract. What had possessed me to take on such a daunting task, to reduce myself to the lowly position of a butler and to serve a bratty little boy until he had achieved his goal of revenge?

But every time we faced a new case from the queen, every time another challenged my master, whether it be physically or mentally, I would remember. The steely look in that beautiful cerulean eye, the firm set in his jaw, his stance as he faced off with a potential opponent, all of it reminded me of why I had set my pride and devilish impulses aside.

I had never, not in my very very long life, encountered a soul with the likes of Ciel Phantomhive.

The eternal hatred, the underlying anger that coated his every word, his every nuance. That is why. That is precisely the quality of soul I yearned to consume.

And finally, after years of preparation and gentle nursing, his soul was ready to be plucked from that perfect shell.

As my mind was brought back to the present, I realized that the boy had stopped walking and was facing me once more. I paused, anticipating further instruction, but soon saw that he hadn't turned to look at me. His eye was captured only by the display that we had left behind. I turned away from him to observe my handiwork and as I did, saw what had caught the boy's gaze.

The building had somehow managed to be engulfed in flames for the second time that night, the red-orange tendrils looping up into the blackened sky and casting long shadows down the hill. Over the distant crackling of burning wood, I heard my master speak.

"Just when it seems that it has ended, the moment you relax your life is thrown into chaos and everything, everything burns."

My eyes caught his, and I realized that he had taken off his eyepatch. Both eyes now, one violet the other a deep blue, reflected the flames.

"Take it."

Those words were all it took. In an instant I was before him, cupping that precious face in ungloved hands.

It was all over in an instant. He didn't squirm or attempt to escape, although I knew he wouldn't. His soul was as delectable as I had anticipated, ambrosia to the very last morsel. Wiping the corners of my mouth slightly, I stood. Before turning to leave however, a glint of blue caught my eye.

The Phantomhive ring

Kneeling once more, I slid the precious heirloom off of Ciel's finger and pocketed it. As I did so, I could almost hear his voice.

"What use have the dead for precious things? They're dead."

Smiling slightly, I answered.

"Quite right…. Ciel."

127 Years later

"Demon, it is my wish that you eliminate the people that have done me wrong. Do you understand?"

I raised my head to meet the wide green eyes of a girl no older than 12.

"Of course. If this is truly what you wish, I will perform the process of placing the seal."

Her eyes narrowed as she answered.

"It is."

Her screams as I placed the seal on her right forearm were music to my demonic ears and sent a rare smile to my face. After her hysteric sobs had ceased, she regarded me with a blatantly arrogant stare.

"And what should I call you, demon?"

I hesitated.

In a voice barely above a whisper, I answered her.

"You may call me… Sebastian."

Fin

A/N: So, this is my very first fic. Thank you so much for reading, leave a review if you'd like to tell me what you think. Any constructive criticism is also welcome! Thanks

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