He'd lost count of the days. It seemed like an eternity since the night his life was stolen from him, and he was sold like a toy to his present captors. He sat still and quiet, how they liked. Cuts and bruises covered his body, and his stomach had given up rumbling in hunger. He was hurt and filthy, now alone and chained in the cage made for children like him. The mark on his back, the mark of a "noble beast," still hadn't healed.

He put his head down into his knees. There was no one. His mother and father were dead. He didn't know what had happened to Tanaka, but after seeing him stabbed, he assumed the worst. All that there was, was the masked men and women who kept him chained to this cage, who beat and starved him, and who stole his life.

At first, he'd hoped for God. His mother told him stories about God, about how He would save the good people, those that were good and faithful, especially when they needed it most. "Miracles happen," she said. But what kind of God could let this happen to him, a child?

One of the masked men approached him, leering at him through the bars.

"We're going to have a splendid gathering tonight, ladies and gentlemen!" The masked man's voice boomed. His words barely even registered in the boy's mind. Others followed the masked man, pulled him from the cage, and brought him to a table in the middle of the large room. There was a crowd gathered around, perched in stands above him. He was limp, and let himself be laid down on the table. The crowd watched intently as preparations were made. He'd heard a faint chanting sound, but his thoughts were louder.

What kind of God could let a family be murdered? What kind of God could let him be sold into captivity, be beaten and starved, and do nothing about it? What kind of God could allow these people to exist?

For the first time since that terrible night, he felt something–an emotion burning deep within him. An emotion unfamiliar to his former, happy child self. He thought of these wicked men and women. These monsters were free to do what they pleased. They were free to steal lives from others, free to murder…

And God let them!

No, he wouldn't depend on a God like that.

He suddenly became aware of himself and his surroundings. The room was quiet. The masked man stood over him, raising knife above his head. The boy was filled with rage. Rage towards these men and women, rage towards everything. No one was loyal to him, and no one was coming to save him from these monsters. He knew at that moment: There is no such thing as God!

The masked man's knife plunged into his abdomen.


He could hear the call clearly; the call of a soul with such rage, such desperation. Oh, how he loved the sound.

"Ah. This is interesting." He grinned. "Well, I suppose I must make haste or this opportunity will vanish."

His red eyes glowed, and he was surrounded in black.


The boy on the table felt the burning of the knife in his abdomen. He cried out, the crowd watching silently.

"My my. Aren't you a very small master."

The crowd gasped. "What the-!" The masked man harshly removed the knife, causing the boy to scream, and stepped backwards. The boy looked painfully towards the owner of the voice, and met with red eyes staring down at him. Those red-eyes were housed in a terrifying form. The owner, outfitted in black, was no human.

"You have summoned me." The being with the red eyes said as he met the boy's gaze. He walked towards the boy. "This fact will never change. What has been sacrificed will never be returned." He grabbed the boy's face sharply and grinned. "Now…Choose."

The boy knew this was no God. This was no God, but this was his way out. He sharply inhaled, intently staring at the red-eyed being.

"This is an order!" He bellowed. "Kill them!"

The room was filled with screams as the spectators scrambled to escape. The first one down was the one who stabbed the boy. The red-eyed being made quick work of the rest, allowing no one to flee. Within moments, everyone in the large room was dead. All that remained were the boy and the red-eyed being. The boy was lying still on the table, surrounded by their bodies. He was breathing heavily, and grimaced in pain from the wound on his stomach.

"It's been done." The red-eyed being said. He walked over to the boy. "Well then, what do you want from me, my small master?"

The boy looked at him once more, not daring to speak. He touched his stomach and winced, bringing his bloodied hand within his view.

What did he want? He knew exactly what he wanted, and he didn't care of the price.

"I want… revenge." He sputtered out through pain. "I want someone to help me with my revenge. I want someone to be by my side until the end. I want someone who will be loyal to me and do as I say, to protect me from those that wish me harm. Can you do that?" He was breathing more heavily now.

"I can."

"What… do you want… in exchange?" He was growing wearier.

The being smiled. "Only your soul."

The boy looked at him through half closed eyes. "Done." He closed his eyes.

He felt himself being picked up. Pain ricocheted through his body at the movement, and he flinched. "Well then, I can't serve a master in such a state. We must find someone to tend to your injuries." The boy heard the clop of the being's shoes as he made his way to walk out of the room and that despicable place.

"What do I call you?" He whispered as he lay limply in the red-eyed being's arms, eyes still closed.

"You may call me what you want." His voice was smooth and unfaltering.

The boy was quiet, trying to think of happier times. His mother, father, his dog. His dog that was always beside him, that he played with, and protected him as much as a dog could.

"I'll call you… Sebastian." He mumbled.

The red-eyed being looked down at the boy in his arms. Until the day this boy's revenge was complete, that is the name he would be known as. "Understood."

The boy meagerly attempted to introduce himself to his savior. "My name, Sebastian…is Ciel Phantomhive…"

He slipped into unconsciousness.


He was no longer used to waking up in such comfort. It was soft and warm, like his old bed–

He jolted up in surprise, wincing in pain. His injuries were definitely still there, and he could see the bruises and cuts on his arms, although they appeared to have begun to fade. Sunlight filled the room. …Sun? "I haven't seen the sun in awhile." The boy, Ciel Phantomhive, stated.

He viewed his surroundings timidly, groaning in pain as he twisted his body. He was in a large four poster bed, in a decently sized room. There was enough room for an additional two comfortable looking chairs in a sitting area, at least. He didn't recognize the place.

He really was safe. He was safe from those revolting monsters. He would no longer be beat or tortured or humiliated.

But his family was still gone.

He slumped into the bed and sighed. He needed to figure out where he was, but moving caused him so much pain. He began to wonder where that red-eyed being was. Was he even still around?

He started as the door opened. A tall man with black hair, dressed in a black tailcoat walked in.

Ciel pushed himself into the headboard of the bed in an effort to get some distance between himself and this strange man. "Who are you?" he exclaimed. He couldn't help but be overly cautious.

The man looked at him with a cocked brow. He looked so much like his-

"Father?" He whispered. No. This was not his father. The man's red eyes met his. Those eyes were familiar…

"You don't remember then?" The man questioned. "Or perhaps it's this form. You haven't seen me in it yet. I am Sebastian." He bowed. "That is the name you gave to me when I took you from your captors. I apologize for my unannounced entrance." He rose to greet Ciel's eyes once more. "I was not expecting the young master to be awake so soon." Sebastian smirked. "You do, however, have a strong soul, so I suppose it should have been expected."

Ciel stared at him. "You're Sebastian?" He was almost skeptical. "Why do you look different then? I thought you weren't even human."

His reply was curt. "I'm not."

"Then what are you?"

"A demon." He grinned. "I have taken this form because it will be easier for me to uphold my part of the contract if I am in the form of a human. A young boy with a demon following him around would be most suspicious."

Ciel was hardly moved. "A demon, huh?"

"Do you have regrets about our contract?" Sebastian inquired.

The young boy narrowed his eyes. "No."

"That's good, young master."

There was no tension in the room. Only unanswered questions. Ciel exhaled deeply and closed his eyes. "You call me 'young master.' Why? It makes you sound like my butler."

"If the young master wants me to be his butler, I can. Our contract states that I shall do as you say, until the day your revenge is complete." He started moving towards Ciel.

"Our contract… What if I want to leave this contract and run away from you? What will you do?" Ciel locked gazes with him.

Sebastian stopped and smiled. The young boy hadn't noticed his hands were covered with white gloves, the left of which he grabbed with his teeth and pulled off. On the demon's left hand was a violet pentagram with inscriptions Ciel could not read.

"This is the mark of our contract. It binds me to you. You've been marked with it, as well. As long as this mark exists, I can find you, wherever you go. And with it, you can command me to do whatever you wish."

Ciel raised his left hand to his face. He dismissed it, then briefly examined the rest of his body. "Where is my mark then? Surely it must be visible?"

"If the young master would allow me to leave for a moment, I could retrieve a device to allow him to see his contract mark."

"Go." The demon bowed and left. Ciel didn't have much time to think in the silence, for as soon as the demon left, he returned with a hand mirror which he gently handed over to the boy.

He held the mirror up. His right eye, now stained a violet color, was marked with the same pentagram as on Sebastian's left hand. It glowed faintly. He would have to find some way to cover it in public.

He placed the mirror on the bed and looked up towards Sebastian. "So what if you want to leave me? I quite clearly can never escape, but I also hold nothing over you to make you stay."

Sebastian smirked. "You are quite astute, young master. What binds me to you is my own aesthetics and convictions. Part of a demon's aesthetics is to keep to their contracts without fault, and as my contract is to serve you until you gain revenge, you can rest assured that 'escaping' is something that will never enter my thoughts."

This was a dangerous game to play. Ciel knew that. But the first move had already been made, and could not be taken back. There are no "re-dos," and no mistakes. Every move was absolute.

This could be interesting.


Sebastian's name refers to the manga, Chapter 19. Sebastian was the name of Ciel's dog, a fact that I don't think has been established in the anime. Just a quick note.

Well, there you have it! My first chapter of a Kuroshitsuji fanfic ever. It's a bit slow so far, but I should definitely pick up the pace with to-come chapters! Slowly introducing new things!

Basically this is a prequel to the manga. Yes, I'm going off the manga here, thus the quotes in the intro scene here from Chapter 19. There are slight differences in the manga and anime, but not enough for anime-only lovers to be dissuaded. :]

Please let me know what you think! Too boring? Too verbose? Not wordy enough? Just a plain dumb idea? Been done to death? Want to see something happen?

Might be able to finish the next chapter soon! :] Please review, because I would love to hear your thoughts! Lemme know if you see any formatting errors too, because it was hard to figure out how to upload this to the site. lol