"Sebastian . . ." Ciel asked, as he lay in bed.
The butler was about to leave for the night, but stopped at the voice of his master.
"Yes, young master?", Sebastian asked while looking back, as he was about to exit the room.
"Why?" Ceil continued, as he narrowed his navy blue eyes at the demon.
"Why, what?" the butler asked as he turned to the young earl.
The boy sat up in bed and glared at Sebastian, "Why do you always go out of your way, to please me?".
"I'm not doing anything, but my job. If I can't do the most basic things, how could I call myself a butler?" The demon with piercing red eyes said in a serious tone.
"You must know, that, that's not true. You do things that are and seem impossible, like its nothing. You do them for me, like you care . . . . ." the young male finished in a sad voice as he looked away.
"I must care for my master. That is my duty, to look after your well-being" the butler said, while letting his gaze stray out the window.
"It's getting rather late" he commented "You should go to bed".
"That's what I am talking about. You make me feel like you actually care. That there is someone, who cares if I live or die. And I care for them in return. . . ." The Phantomhive earl protested.
"Young master, your compliment humbles me. I can't imagine, that you could care for someone like me . . . a demon" he bowed with his eyes closed and right hand over his heart.
"Do you care about me? More than a just a servant to his master?" Ciel questioned, as he pulled off his eye patch, to reveal his contract.
Sebastian put the candle holder closer to his face, so the light of the candles could show his expression. It was cold and unmoving, as he spoke "Do you know what I will be, when you are dead?"
The leader of the Phantomhive's estate didn't answer.
"Alive . . . that's what I will be, alive. Why do you think I should go above the line of duty, besides to please my master? Cause when my master passes away, I will know that I did my best. I will go back to taking others' souls, and maybe even get a new owner" he said with words as sweet as poison, with a sly smile and evil red eyes lighting up.
This was meant to intimidate Ciel, and he knew it. The young earl felt that he was being mocked, and was on the verge of tears, as he clench he teeth and fist in pain.
"Then . . . . then make me a DEMON!" he order, with wide eyes and a loud voice that echoed through the room.
The demon looked stunned, and could hardly believe what he was hearing.
"Why, young master, would you want to live for hell? Instead of heaven? Why, would you want to lust, for blood and souls for the rest of your life?" Sebastian asked, with a look of wonder.
"If I were a demon, I wouldn't want blood or souls. And if I do, I would only want you and yours! You can be by my side and I would have . . . . " Ciel started off strong, but ended in embarrassment, for his feelings.
"You would have someone, that you care about? Am I right?" his butler finished for him in a firm voice.
"Yeah . . . " Phantomhive admitted as he hung his head.
Looking on at the scene, Sebastian felt himself pity for his master. Humans had feelings, but so did demons. He knew his master had a painful past, and wanted nothing more, than to take it away. Well that, and his soul.
He was a demon after all, he was a slave to lust of souls and blood. Yet a sucker, for boys with navy blue hair, that were helpless with domestic work, and terrible dancers.
"If that is what you want. Then I will consider it . . . " he began "like when you have a cold, I will determine whether, your well enough to go outside. If I see you can go outside, then I will let you. but if I feel you will get sicker, then you will stay inside were it is safe" he ended with a calm soothing voice.
Ciel hadn't looked up, but was inwardly shock, at the prospects of staying with Sebastian. When he finally sat up again, he found the demon, making his way out the bedroom.
"Sebastian . . ." he called again.
"Yes, young master?" the butler replied.
"Stay there . . . until I fall asleep" he said in soft voice and uncertain half closed eyes. As if he thought Sebastian might refuse.
"Of course" the demon answered, as he made his way near the bed and stood by the window, looking up at the night sky.
A small smile escaped the young earl's lips, as he snuggled into bed again. This time, with the security of knowing, he would have his cake(Sebastian) and eat it too(end up being with him). . . . . . .
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