Author's Note: ...I really have no explanation for this. I suppose I must blame maiden of the moon's fanfic's 'Love' and 'Fantasy', which didn't inspire so much as forcibly plant this idea in my head (Damn you moon and your talent!) I sugest reading her work, if not just to relieve yourself after reading mine. I'm sure this in no way competes with her amazingness, but non-the less I'll give it a shot.

Follows the end of season one of the anime, although you could just take it as post-manga.

Credit: The poem in italics is called "For the WTC Jumpers" by Doug Seubert. It is about 911 and the people who had to make the choice between staying in the burning building or jumping to their deaths (a terrible choice no person should ever have to make). Even when I didn't remember where I'd read it from (I think my friend actually showed it to me at school one day, if I'm remembering correctly) I still found it very powerful and had had it saved on my computer when I got the idea to write this. This little 'story' if you will has nothing to do with 911, however, and now that I know what its about I feel like this is taking away from the original poem. I'm torn between taking it down since it doesn't seem to fit with the poem or the severity of 911 and keeping it up because I personally liked how I wrote it (this makes me a terribly selfish person). If this bothers anyone then do not hesitate to email me and I will take it down at once.

Warning: implications of sex, Sebastian/Lizzie, also a slight religious theme (if you choose to read it that way)

I in no way shape or form wrote "For the WTC Jumpers" or own Kuroshitsuji.


Tempt

He came back,
This time for me.

He offered her the world. Dangled it from a silver platter, spun in gold and tied with a paper ring. Tempted her with the decadence of the unattainable fruit, forbidden and lucid between sinful lips. And of course she took a bite, naive little girl barely out of bloomers and into brassieres. Virginity seemed a small price to pay for the world. Perhaps that's why the world did not come when he did.

Never before has heaven been this close to hell.
I look for salvation and he tempts me,

He offered her the world. Spoke of burning passions and carnal sins and erupting volcanoes deep down down down. And she led him, low low low, molten lava in his eyes and liquid heat upon her breast. Upon her thigh. Upon her heart and in her soul. Earthquakes shattered her; tore her apart to the bone, rearranging marrow into continental drifts far from where they were supposed to be, femur in her lung and spine through her heart.

Whispering a psalm in my ear
He spits as he speaks:

He offered her the world. Sweet nothings pored like sour milk through his veins, and she knew. Knew all along. But there were holes; gaps his body left that hadn't been there before. Holes she just wanted so desperately to fill. So she sucked him in, swallowed him whole in exchange for her holes. Holes that would never refill, bones that would never unbreak, heart that would never rebeat no matter how much of herself she filled with him. All he left was cigarette smoke and a broken body, housing pain in a tiny, half-eaten soul.

Raising ash and paper and smoke
Thick as Satan's laughter.

He offered her the world. Embellished it with perfumes so thick they created smog, so poisonous they burned at the eyes, making one half blind. Not that she was complaining. His smell faded within the air, and when he was done she'd close her eyes and then he would fade to air, too.

"He will bid his angels watch over you.
With their hands they will support you."

He offered her the world.

I mumble

Blonde curls bustle, pink lips falter.

"Amen"