"Don't cry so shamefully. Crying won't change a thing. The world is not kind to anyone."

"Smile..."

The Earl turned, and then snapped, "My name is Ciel Phantomhive. And that alone."

As the ringleader lay there, head on his arms, he slowly felt life slipping away from himself. Of course, there was nothing for him to do. Everything he'd done was all for naught. And what he remembered before his head had plopped down was seeing Black- no, Sebastian, starring at him with eyes turning from burgundy to pink, and slit. A demon. He'd let a demon into the circus. If that wasn't the stupidest thing, he didn't know what topped it.

Of course, he still hoped that everyone else had lived. But those eyes had gave him the cold truth... they didn't. They were dead, just like he was soon going to be.

Dammit...
And then the darkness enveloped him.