Prologue
Temptation lined with corruption, hierarchy hidden from the eyes of the public, yet whispered along the streets nonetheless as they acted well as enticing stories that could quell the boredom of commoners alike. Of course, there are rumors that can reach aristocracy- perhaps some having their starting point there just as well, but it's truly the prattle of the public that can at times shake the chains of rabid dogs, enticing them to pounce, attack, maul, kill.
And Ciel, was the hound and the master all in one, for he was one whom fought back well against opposing forces by any means necessary- clear on his path paved by vengeance he decided that never again would he be one to allow those that cross his way with undesirable means to leave so cleanly. No, it was only if their worth deemed satisfactory to the young lords tastes that they would live (though most should assume that an encounter with a Phantomhive would leave their days numbered).
Obstacles were to be eradicated, or used through thoroughly; act with tenacity. It was a way of life he had become well accustomed to- there was little choice otherwise and he did not wish to grow soft knowing his counter part could only take advantage of such weakness. No, he didn't trust Sebastian for a moment- only trusted his own word as orders slipped from his tongue and the demon followed through with grace- or brutality (depending on his mood) in reply. It was their agreement, their contract. And that was fine- the tea was not too hot nor was it too cold, and though the mouth of his could be an annoyance, Ciel could live with a monster after his soul (he had agreed to it himself anyhow)
But the boy was not cruel.
But the boy was not stupid.
If the world would bite first, he would bite back-
-Some casualties were unavoidable.
Of course there were times were even he could not understand the world, no matter how hard he wished. Perhaps it was his parent's death that caused such ponderment, the destruction of a life that had meant to be peaceful, the start of a new path that carried more blood than in the body of a thousand people. He tries not to think about, to not be distracted- but perhaps trauma did that to. (repress all you like, that does no mean it's gone)
And although there was no true desire to draw back time to change events from reoccurring- Ciel finding it a waste of brain cells to think on the "could haves" and the "what ifs" rather than focusing on the present as one should, there are a few faces he wishes he could perhaps select and delete so he would not hesitate 'pon their second occurrence. Stutter, form questions with a cold gun in hand.
But the world was cruel, full of temptations.
He should know better than that.
