A walk. What an innocent, sweet little thing it was, when taken out of context. A walk reminds Ciel Phantomhive of his own mind, forever wandering through swirling mixtures of pyramids and pillars and corridors, a demented hall of mirrors that reflected his own desperation. But desperation for what? What could possibly engage Ciel's interest? Could it be...no, it was, his desperation to escape from the cage that was his hatred, a pretentious catwalk linking the cage and the brilliant light of solace.
Such an unattainable thing. A brilliant, white light that seem so far away from Ciel's reach now. Black nailed hands flail out towards it, and it takes the Earl a moment to realize that they belong to him. This was what closed the doors, and so sealed him away from solace for all eternity. Now he would walk, walk along. His feet didn't hurt that bad, and he wouldn't have to go much further.
Would he?
What a life he had left behind. All those people, all those places, they faded away into a desert of memories that Ciel had thrown aside, for fear they would cause him to have to feel. A whole world he'd had, happiness, all of it gone because Ciel had dabbled with affairs only God should. And now, they'd walked away with his soul. The great fabric of fate had seen to this. He would have lost it either way, be it to the dogs that were a hungry demon, or the serpents that were a vengeful demon.
The hand around his own tightens, and Ciel looks up to see Sebastian, his faithful old butler. But then again, that had been a lifetime ago. Would Sebastian still be as he had been? Or had his zeal been gnawed away by the ravages of Time?
"Seb...Sebastian," the Earl asked, his throat raw and his voice a mixture of all the ways he would sound at all different points in his life, as if he'd shriveled up, gone back into the womb and everything in between in the space of a split second. "You were...the only one who ever believed in me. Do you still..."
"Believe in me?"
"Until the end, my Young Master," the butler replied, as calmly and serenely as ever, not a sound in the world other than leaves and wind.
And with that, the Master, Ciel Phantomhive, and the butler, Sebastian Michaelis, walk, amidst a world that builds and changes and grows around them, amidst an endless field of flowers glowing with a luminescent blue hue, until...
Until their clothes fall to the ground, with no humans to fill them.
And all that is left are rose petals that blow off into the sea of glowing plants, going farther and farther out in all directions...
Then disappear forever.