His Butler, Enigmatic
Metal clashed with metal, the chinking of swords sliding against each other like two struggling lovers. Embracing and then drawing back to attack each other once more. Sweat dripped onto the floor, gasps and smiles of exhilaration filled two equally handsome faces. Though Ciel's attacker was his butler, servant and slave by blood of the contract, he had to admit Sebastian was the Master in this area. And he hated it. He hated being humbled by his own submissive order taker.
Faster. Stronger. Angrier. Fierce!
He screamed at himself, aiming his raging swing at Sebastian's shoulder. The butler was however, a mile ahead of his young Master. He dropped his blade, caught Ciel's by its two smooth sides in his palms, and kicked Ciel's feet out from beneath him with his slightly raised heel. The Head of Phantomhive plummeted to the carpeted floor, growling at his defeat. Sebastian gave him a rather sympathetic smile.
"I am aware you have a burning hatred for losing, my lord. But you also have standards nothing short of perfection. Forgive me for living up to your expectations." The butler said, bowing sarcastically.
"Shut up and go make me some tea, you unsightly crow." Ciel teased with a smile, and the beautiful demon returned his Master's grin.
"As you wish, my piteous little Master." Ciel was then left alone in the fire lit room, watching the flames lick at the stone walls of their prison. He began imagining what it might be like if he was stuck in there. More precisely, if it felt like Hell. Did Sebastian remember what Hell felt like?
People say those who do not follow the way of God will burn in a lake of flames for eternity. I wonder… If what I'm doing is honorable, what Sebastian is doing is honorable, guarding me as a human! Would God actually curse the both of us for all of time? I'm doing what I was born to do, I know that better than anything. But all because I used different means to do so, we'd be sentenced to damnation? How unfair of such a loving, non-forsaking deity.
The door that had been previously used for exiting opened with an entering butler. He frowned slightly at Ciel, lying on the floor. The melancholy, thoughtful look on his face worried him a bit. Not like him to be so distant… Sebastian thought. He set the raspberry marmalade filled scones and the juniper tea down on the table furthest to the right. The rainstorm was pouring hard outside, lightning flashing.
"Sebastian." The Head of Phantomhive addressed him. "When you lived in Hell, what did it feel like?" The demon took a moment to formulate his answer. Just what words can describe the suffering?
"At first… All I could do was scream. I screamed to vent the agony my soul was in. I wept because I felt the same agony, with no respite. It was like watching those you love, kill themselves over and over again. But each time it would be in a new, twisted way. But after the first ten years… I felt nothing. It became so normal I no longer suffered in it. I just accepted it, as I did when I was a human." Ciel nodded not taking his eyes off the fire or moving from the luxurious carpet.
"So what do you feel now, serving me?"
What a strange questionnaire he's asking of me.
"I feel… satisfaction. Satisfied I can serve well such a charismatic, bold young man. After all… you gave up your chance at paradise to save my soul from Hell." Sebastian then lay down next to Ciel on the carpet, and gave him a chaste kiss on the boy's neck. "We should drink the tea you wanted so much earlier. Before it grows as cold as you have, my lord."