Snuff out the unwanted.
In life, I never did realize what force continued to try and kill me. I always thought... I had a purpose. I always thought that out of the thousands of millions of people on the Earth, there had to be someone who loved me. Someone who wanted me there.
How foolish I was. I continued to think that I was needed. That my sheer existence was wanted.
Nobody wanted me. Even the demon whom I had made a contract with didn't want my soul. A demon, whose sole purpose was to make deals and devour souls.
Of course, there was always them. But they... they were never quite part of the world of living things...
After she had eaten my soul, I was with him again. I felt so happy, to know I had finally been loved. Then she let herself die, and our souls were released. After that... I ended up here.
I don't quite know where 'here' is, but it's very dark, and very endless. An ever-lasting void of nothing.
It wasn't until I got here that I realized why I was repeatedly killed, even after I was eaten.
I was unwanted.
I know what happens to those who are unwanted. The words, they repeat themselves like a mantra over and over in my head. The words, they are all there and they are all true.
Snuff out the unnecessary. Snuff out the unclean.
Snuff out the unwanted.
"Sebastian," Ciel stated calmly. "day after day, you've continued to make me nothing but New Moon Drop! I'm starting to wonder if this is even real tea! Please make me something different for once. Something more along the lines of... Earl Grey."
"Yes, young master, of course, young master. Terribly sorry, young master." His butler replied. Ciel could just hear the smirk in his voice.
"Stop repeating everything you damn say!" Ciel hissed at Sebastian. "Try to show some respect."
"Yes, my young lord." And with that, Sebastian left the room, leaving Ciel alone to sulk.
As Sebastian took his jolly time making Ciel a fresh cup of tea, Ciel pondered his life.
One year. It had been exactly one year to this very day that Alois Trancy died, Hannah Anefeloz killed herself, Ciel had become a demon...
It was a day that Ciel would never, ever possibly be able to forget. Too much had happened that day. Too many deaths...
And to think I was the one that started at all, Ciel thought, almost guiltily. Everyone had been after my soul. Claude hadn't even wanted Alois...
Alois. Even thinking of that name left a bitter taste in Ciel's mouth. Ciel was plagued with regret for killing the boy, but at the same time, he had to remind himself that Alois, that everyone who died at his hands, were merely pawns in his game.
Ah, but that game is over now, isn't it? It has been for exactly one year, Ciel felt a voice say inside of him.
Still... Alois was a child, who had suffered the exact same, if not more than Ciel. If Ciel could bring back one person who had fallen at his feet in his master chess game, he was surprised to realize that it wouldn't be his own loving aunt, or the kind-hearted detective that aided his side, but the pathetic, self-pitying Earl of Trancy.
"Young master," Sebastian said over-sarcastically, just now entering the room. "Here is your-"
"Sebastian."
"Eh?"
"Prepare the carriage. I would like to visit a grave."
"Hm. As you wish, young master."
Ashe...
Though it was so long ago, the body of the angel who was killed at Sebastian's hands remained undisturbed at the top of the Holy Bridge. The body had never decayed, and was never eaten by birds or scavengers, due to the fact that despite the body being hollow and without a soul, the body itself was made for a soul that would live forever. It continued to last atop the bridge, and would not cease until the world around it was destroyed. Angels did not need blood or organs to survive, being made up entirely of spirit and soul, so nothing rotted inside the body either. It was like a perfectly preserved memorial to Sebastian's duel with the angel.
The body was also a beacon.
For weary spirits between Heaven and Earth, the body could easily become a passage and then a home for any soul that found it. Unfortunately, for the average lost spirit, the beacon called and called, but was never found.
The body was perfectly able to be a host, and perhaps a new body, to any spirit that could find it.
And one did.
It is dark. I've been in the dark, in here, for a long time.
At here, I can't see anything. I can't hear anything. I can't feel anything. It's just me, and my thoughts. It's enough to drive a person mad, but surprisingly, I think I'm still okay. That was until...
I felt it. I'm not sure what it was, but I felt something. A feel, a touch... I could feel something lurch inside me. But I don't have an inside, because I don't have a body.
And then I saw something, as well. A tiny flash of light. It was warm...
That's what I felt. Warmth. What a strange feeling...
The light was calling to me, forcing me to move forward to it. But I can't move, can I?
But the light... it was like a beacon. I couldn't keep my thoughts from bringing me towards it, and soon, the light collided with me.
There was suddenly light all over, and sights, and sounds, and feelings...
The dead body of the fallen angel suddenly lurched forward. The eyes light up, and the skin began to shimmer. The open and fresh wounds gushed sudden blood, then began to heal. A bright flash of white light engulfed the body, and it began to change. It grew smaller, becoming the body of a child. The messy silver hair grew more tame and turned light blonde. The indigo eyes turned bright blue. The body continued to change until it resembled the body of a certain young Earl...
The body turned boy then stood up, and fell from the towering bridge.
The little boy did not scream as he plummeted towards the deep, dark river, but instead he welcomed the feeling of the cold, hard air rushing against his skin, the sight of mighty London before him, the sounds of many different things...
Just before he plunged into the cold water below, however, a strange sensation of feeling came from his back. Two large, feathered wings grew from his flesh and carried him away from the river and back out over the air.
I'm alive, he thought to himself. He then decided to test his newfound voice. "I'm alive!" He screamed.
He laughed happily as wings carried him through the sky. "So now I'm an angel. How stereotypical." He said to himself, but he didn't care.
He shouted into the cold air below, "I am Alois Trancy, and I'm alive!"
Alois then thought about what he was to do next. He had decided, and spoke to himself alone. "I must find Ciel Phantomhive."
*Strange and confusing first chapter, I know. But I have really high hopes for this story and I want it to very strictly follow the show's cannon. I've read a lot of fanfics where the author brought back Alois, and I just thought most of them were pretty random and seemed like the author didn't put too much thought into it. There will also be a very heavy plot, it's not just some fluff about my favorite character coming back to life. Anyway, thanks for reading.
*Please, please review!
