Hey guys!
This is just a short fic I decided to write for Agni Tribute Week. Since the very first time I watched this show (and read the books) I was greatly moved by Agni's character, and I am truly devastated to say goodbye to him so soon. I feel as though this piece, while it remains twisted in the darkness of Black Butler, it presents Agni in a good light, as I believe all stories about him should, as Agni is truly the light itself and should be remembered as such :,)
I hope you enjoy!
HeartElyse
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Spirit of the Good
Ciel had always questioned, ever since that month, if good people truly existed.
It didn't seem possible to him anymore. After what he'd experienced... After all that he'd been through... How could it honestly be possible?
Everyone had a form of darkness inside them. A shapeless, inky blackness that coiled around there hearts and marred the light of their soul. A demon with no tangible figure, but a demon that was always walking by one's side, hovering by one's shoulder, as silent as a shadow, and yet as influential as the moon upon the ocean's tides.
For Ciel, there was no difference. The only difference was that his demon truly did walk by his side, and while others could defy there demons - well, at least for a while - he simply could not. He would always be bound to the demon. Even when his soul is shredded free from his body and life would lapse into eternity, he would remain bound, tethered to the darkness that had been his salvation, and yet also his curse.
That was also a difference. While others in death could simply let go and be free of their darkness, he simply could not.
Yet, as the rain poured, the sky truly cried, its crystalline tears pummelling the earth in a flood of true sadness, of true anguish, of true heartbreak for the good that had been lost today.
Blood of the good had been spilt. Blood that was spluttered across the immaculate walls of the entire house like riotous paint and lay pooled in rusted lakes along the stunning floors. Sobs permeated throughout the entire space, the rightful melody of sorrow, the rightful song of tragedy. And of course, no one could forget the body, resting slumped like a rag doll within Sebastian's arms, a corpse ravished by wounds, a light ravished by darkness.
Agni. A true God in his own right, and a true server of God all the same.
A man that had come to truly represent the opposite of the beliefs in which Ciel had instowed upon himself. A man that had served to be the true spirit of good, purely and justly so in all its many forms. A spirit that had now been extinguished and would never be rekindled again.
And as Ciel watched on from a place almost afar - as though observing it from the eyes of another, his blood frozen to his very core, his heart shuddering - he knew he would never be able to forget this scene, or shake away the guilt that gnawed on his stomach like a ravenous beast threatening to devour him entirely.
Another lost to his darkness. Another lost to his pitiless game. A game in which only concerned himself, but affected so many.
And as Ciel flicked his eyes over to Sebastian, he pierced the fiend with a smouldering glare.
Who else will be lost before this is over? Who else will be lost before you are satisfied?