Author's Note: Hey lovelies its a new fic, but don't think I'm abandoning the Potter one... cuz I'm not! Its just that i had a good idea and needed a really good break from all that teen angst...so instead i will write about something hot and dramatic! Well enjoy and R&R Especially Reviews!
I-I can't breathe! Mommy please I can't breathe…I'm scared! My thoughts were racing as the ice cold water chilled my small body and I felt the core of my being become number as each second passed by. I was so frightened of death, yet I could nothing to save myself and the hands holding me down had no mercy for that. How could anyone do this to a child? I was only eight and my only offense was the demons that still clung to my soul. It was not my fault nor was it my doing; I was simply a child who was unlucky enough to be snatched away and be tortured by a satanic cult. Did I deserve this pain? I, who tried to fight them as they dragged me to the seventh level of hell and stripped from me, my faith of my almighty God was now being drowned by my own Mother. The fear that spiked through my veins set off a rush of adrenaline and then it was over; blood, boiling water and screams laced the air. I was in a rage and in my anger I had ripped the woman's fingers from her hands, I had boiled the ice cold water and burned the remains of her hands, I had hurt my Mommy. I slowly pulled my head from the bloody, boiling water and pushed the hair from my face before looking at her with pitch black eyes. She screamed, trying to escape my demonic form, but to no avail as I advanced toward her not even heeding the words of prayer that she was spouting in fear. I grabbed her wrist and suddenly the innocence that still remained in me shoved away the demons, causing me to crumple at her feet with sobs erupting from deep within my chest. "M-mommy I'm sorry…I'm so sorry, please forgive my sins and trespasses! Please tell me that God will not shun me; tell me that Satan has lost this battle…please." I whispered in a tiny voice; one that wasn't hopeful of salvation, but then she grabbed me up into her arms and hugged me, quieting my cries.
"Hush my child for the God that we worship shall always take his lambs into his arms and squeeze them tightly, so that they feel loved. My beloved Ciel please forgive Mommy of all her sins and trespasses, as you are but a child and deserve nothing more than my love…together we shall break this curse." She whispered into my ears as she grabbed a towel to dry me off. Her lips curled into a tired smile as she let go of her son and told him to run off and find Sebastian. I smiled at mother before doing exactly that and only turning back once to make sure that I had put all of her fingers back in the right place as Sebastian had taught me to do. In my inspection I accidentally ran into something tall, solid and very warm. A fluffy towel engulfed my small figure and then around that were strong, familiar arms of Sebastian as he lifted me off the ground, so that he could carry me to my room. Once there he promptly dropped me on the bed and then quickly assailed my closet, looking for decent clothes to put me in. He didn't make pleasant chatter nor did he smile and I was quite sure that he was very angry with me for the outburst he'd probably felt. I sucked in a shaky breath and opened my mouth in an effort to try explaining it, but was cut off by his angry whisper.
"Ciel you disgrace everything that we are meant to be when you lose control like that," he said his voice tight with anger. "You nearly killed your Mother…and ruined the house in that little fit. How could you do such a thing? After all the training!" his voice became louder and then he took a breath to calm himself, continuing softly. "I care about you Ciel…we share a bond; one that you wear right upon your left eye…please do not disgrace me again." He turned away, his anger dissipating at once and he continued to look for my new outfit in silence. Finally he turned to me with a sigh, "let me dress you and then you can tell me whatever it is you are trying so hard to hold back." He walked gracefully over to me and began undressing me quickly; it was then that I felt a tiny spark. I thought, 'Sebastian is so…Beautiful. It's a wonder that he is a Demon and not an Angel…he is caring, kind and sweet to all in this house as well as to strangers. He puts up with my sour attitude and picky nature…yes he is everything that Mother's books say that angels should be; so why is he not one?' In my deep thought the words accidentally flew out of my mouth.
"Sebastian, why aren't you an Angel?" I whispered the question and without noticing rested my tiny hand against his pale, smooth cheek. "And me too, why am I a Demon instead of an Angel? I was always such a good boy and I always read my books and listened to Mother…so why?" tears unexpectedly began falling from my eyes and Sebastian looked on with a stunned look gracing his features as he pondered my question. I continued to cry and even resorted to wiping the unsightly fluids with the backs of my hands when the tears wouldn't stop. In his kind, attentive way, Sebastian passed me a handkerchief to wipe my face with and then wrapped me in his embrace. He leaned close to my ear and whispered words that confused me, angered me and comforted me in so many ways.
"Bo-chan don't fret. I will tell why we, who are kindhearted and wonderful in our own rights aren't allowed to be Angels; because God is unfair and prejudiced. He believes that the small darkness that graces our souls when we are born make us dirty or filthy and so we are cast into darkness far worse than what ours would have become. It is not our fault if we can become cruel and mean for the world turned its back on us, which allows us to become uncaring toward humans. Although I loved you when you were human God still saw nothing but evil when he looked at me, because of my past deeds. Then he looked at you, who was loved by a Demon and cursed your family to live a life of sorrow and pain; he turned you into a Demon because of a little bit of darkness graced your soul, Ciel." He looked at me with steady eyes and said one last thing, "If anyone actually knew that Angels are the true evil of this world then they wouldn't hold them so high and you wouldn't want to be one." He released me with a cryptic message and a broken faith, but somehow it only made me believe that he was even more perfect. Once he finished dressing me he left without hearing of my recounting of the events with my Mother, but I didn't pursue him to tell; instead I sat on my bed and cried.
Sebastian had given me a new life and a new purpose, but he was also the man who had just ripped away my last piece of innocence; leaving behind a child who couldn't believe in Gods, humans, or justice. In fact I wanted to only trust in him and that is just what I did.
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