Superbia : Pride.

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As a Demon he hadn't had many meals in which he could say he was particularly proud of. However, Ciel Phantomhive was undeniably, incomprehensibly perfect.

And for that, Sebastian was proud.

Such a defiant, passionate, distant soul was worthy of the worship of Lucifer. Sebastian had sowed this soul, stitch by stitch from the point the contract had been made. Even then Ciel's soul had been one to behold, but it had holes, tears and was slightly dirtied. It needed a Demon's expertise before it could be properly harvested, before it could be considered worthy.

His young master knew nothing of Sebastian's high opinion of him however. And Sebastian much preferred to keep it that way.