Author's Note: My first Kuroshitsuji Fanfic! Yay! Prepare to be freaked out by my darker side lol. I do not take credit for any original Kuroshitsuji characters. They are owned by Yana Toboso alone. I will, however, take credit for my OC: Felix Baxter II.

A little information about this story that I think you should know... It takes place after the events of the second season. Ciel is a demon. Other than that, I think it'll be pretty clear as this story progresses. :)

Warning: This Fanfiction is quite dark and disturbing in some places, so beware! Don't say I didn't warn you either, haha.

Other than that, enjoy! ^.^ Please leave a comment also! It would mean a lot and constructive criticism is always welcomed!

~HCA

The night shone with lights of lanterns, the stars in the midnight blue sky above peering through the haze of the hour. The moon was not visible. It lay hidden behind a thick cloud, casting its shadow upon the city. London.

Cries were heard in the streets as a few insignificant individuals merrily wallowed in their drunkenness, swaying upon their unsteady feet, slurring to their hearts' desires. The racket was normal for the lateness of the time, and it was a scheduled occurrence for those who heard it behind thin walls.

It was a very unwelcoming sight for the pair of hazel eyes that peered behind the pane of glass, high up in the mansion that stood surrounded by the iron gates. A trickle of water slid down the glass, streaking the youth's sight of the blabbering fools that continued on their way, stumbling upon their own shoes. He quickly let the curtains seam back together, the light that had shone through now reduced to a mere sliver, cutting through the darkness of his quarters.

The boy seemed afraid. Anxious. There was no telling of the exact hour, though it appeared as if the drunken pair had been enough of a sign. He had curled himself up in the corner of his room, stifling his shaky breath by burying his head against the knees that were folded up tightly to his shuddering chest. To speak would seem a sin to the small boy as he carefully remained still, his toes curling towards himself as if they could be seen if he did not. His small hands clutched at the fabric of his sleepwear, his knuckles turning white in the little light that was invited into his room.

The small flicker of a flame brightened the far side of the bedroom, the candle sunken halfway, wax dripping off the side and overflowing onto the deep mahogany of the nightstand. It dried as quickly as it fell, molding into little drops off the brass holder. The fire upon the wick glowed steady with a calming effect, fluctuating only as a cool draft blasted from underneath the closed door. The sudden intrusion was enough to extinguish the flame completely, the room falling into complete darkness with the sharp inhale of the youth.

It seemed the time had come. The child's grief written across his panicked expression as he tried his best not to cry. The cool air from the outside world induced goosebumps along the boy's neck and arms, his hair standing on end as his skin prickled with unease. He shut his eyes tightly, flinching as the sharp bang of a slamming door replaced the silence he had grown to cherish.

The sound had been like a gunshot; drawing his attention immediately and instilling the same dreaded sensation in the pit of his stomach. His lips moved though his voice was not heard. Over and over he prayed, rocking his small form back and forth slowly. His pale-blonde hair swept over his closed eyes, clinging to the fresh tears that had begun to spill despite the youth's attempts. He dared not open his eyes and let the tears show.

Footsteps echoed through out the mansion, the large building allowing the sound to travel far, repeating it over and over to traumatize the boy further. Each grew louder as the owner grew nearer. The footfalls were purposeful, but unsteady. Uneven. The boy jumped as a hand slammed against the wall of his room from the hallway, the thud enough to make the child's eyes snap open as he gazed at the door, his eyes wide and glassy.

Slowly, the hand slid across the wall, pausing as it reached the molding of the door frame, roaming the dark wood before latching onto the brass handle. The knob turned little by little. So excruciatingly slow. The youth pressed his back against the wall until he could no more, wishing so desperately that he might just disappear into it. To just vanish. To awake from this horrid nightmare. The knob turned further, then clicked to a stop. The hand twisted again, finding the knob unable to turn all the way. It was locked. A raspy, breathy chuckle could be heard from behind the door, two feet obscuring the candlelight that stretched along the hardwood floor of the room, safely secured from the frightening figure. For now.

"Felix, boy. Open this door."

The boy's eyes were unblinking, tears still falling from the rims. His face was blanched to the point he looked ghostly, his shaking hands still clamped firmly on the fabric of his clothes. He did not respond.

"Felix..." the man crooned, his guttural voice sending shivers down the boy's spine as he let a small whimper of pure fear escape his closed lips, a small hand clapping over it to muffle the cries he could no longer contain. He crumpled into a sobbing mess, his fragile frame racking from the amount of tears that had begun to pour forth from him. He felt his stomach churn, his terror sickening.

"I can hear you," the voice sang.

Felix gasped, desperately trying to calm himself. His labored breathing made replying impossible as his cries grew louder and louder, falling to the floor as he sobbed on all fours, the plentiful tears dripping to the cold, wooden floor.

"Felix, my boy. Open this door."

"I-I w-won't!" the boy managed to scream out, his voice trembling off his quivering lips, dampened by the salty liquid.

"Open the door!" the voice bellowed, the stench of alcohol wafting towards the blubbering child.

Felix took deep breaths, controlling his whimpers as his eyes searched the room for anything. Anything to end this.

"Dare you disobey me!" The door shook as fists were thrown upon it, the man's anger like a poison as it seeped towards its victim causing the child to panic.

Struggling to his feet, Felix staggered forwards, his knees shaking as he drew open the drawers, fishing through his clothes and possessions for something of use. He slammed it shut finding nothing, his breath quickening as he frantically tore through his closet, the urge to cry dawning upon him as his attempts granted him nothing.

The door began to creak from the stress of the constant force pushing against it, the old and rusted hinge beginning to give way. The man doubled his efforts, driven on with the weakening frame. In a last attempt to escape, the boy threw himself under the bed, quickly slipping from sight as he curled into a ball, cradling his head with both hands as he covered his eyes, freezing as the wood split, crashing to the ground in a useless heap.

The man's heavy footsteps stopped as he stood in the middle of the room, his heavy breathing mixed with a strong alcoholic odor. The footsteps traveled to the far corner, opening the closet with a small creak, slamming it shut when nothing was found in it. The man walked to the dresser then to the window. It was sealed shut. The feet shuffled to turn, facing the bed in the middle of the room. One step. Another step. He kneeled, lifting the covers to reveal the trembling boy beneath. A wicked smile and chuckle was emitted.

"Found you."

Felix gasped, his shoulder grabbed roughly by a large, calloused hand. He screamed in protest, writhing with all his might as he was dragged out from under the bed and thrown against the wall. The boy's head slammed into the hard surface, his vision blackening for a second before his senses returned, his eyes fixed upon the unshaven and dirtied face of the man he knew as his father.

"You gave me a lotta trouble, you know that?" His father slurred, his filthy breath thick with liquor. Felix coughed, grimacing as the man shook him aggressively. "Answer me!"

"I-I'm sorry..." Felix whimpered, shutting his eyes as a sharp, stinging pain struck him across his face, his cheek swelling from the blow. He began to sob again, tears rolling over his bruised skin.

Another slap and another. The assault quickly escalated as the hands that struck clenched into fists, each delivering with powerful strength, relentlessly punishing the youth over and over.

"Stop! Stop!" Felix screamed, every part of him aching in agonizing jolts of pain. The attack stopped for a moment, the child taking the opportunity to cry softly to himself, too weak to accompany the tears with his sobs. He breathed raggedly, his chest rising and falling in extreme pain. He opened his swollen eyes to his father, his frown deepening as his eyebrows stitched together, his shaking form marked with dark bruises.

"I hate you! I hate you!" The boy screeched, his throat sore from the crying and the yelling. He shouted the three words over and over, his voice eventually disappearing entirely as the man struck him again and again.

Blood splattered the walls and decorated the floor, the night nearly passing before the child awoke, his eyes dry and lifeless. His gaze fell upon the scarlet drops next to him, his body in a crumpled mess on the floor. He grunted as he moved, a sharp spasm halting his action. It hurt so much. He felt his despair creeping on him again as his tired eyes screamed in protest, no tears left to give.

Unknown to most aside from the boy and his father, what actions had taken place were almost a nightly ritual. Every night his father would return, sent into a drunken state with his despair and hate. Every night he would intrude upon the boy and beat him within an inch of his life. This had become routine. Felix knew there was nothing he could do. Nothing. No one would listen to the boy who was never even allowed to leave his room. Meals were brought to him by faithful servants of his father, paid handsome salaries to speak not a word of this. He was not even allowed to leave the room to relieve himself. He was forced to reduce himself to soiling what clothes he had and waiting for a clean pair to be delivered to him.

The window was barred from the inside, and the iron rods were still unfazed by his many attempts of escaping into the world outside. He was given nothing to do but lay in his self-pity and hate. His anger. His fear. All he could do was stare out that window, hoping that maybe someday, someone would catch his gaze and offer him a friendly smile in return. One of concern. One of assistance. A promise they'd help him. But no promise had been made. No pair of eyes had ever so much glanced his way.

He once had believe he was invisible. Perhaps that was the reason he had not been rescued from this hell. Perhaps that's the reason the people kept walking. That perhaps, maybe his father was the only one who could see him. That maybe, he was so repulsing, he was punished for it. But his naïve innocence had long been cast away. He had grown to hate his father. To fear him. To loathe him to the point he could not bare to claim he was related to him.

He'd often fantasize of crushing his hands around the man's throat. To squeeze the life from his father's soul. To kill him with his own hands. Yet, there he lay. On the floor. Just as he had so many times before.

A tingling sensation danced upon his hand, his neck turning so he might see the cause. A single spider sat perched upon his tainted skin, it's many beady eyes staring back at him as his breath hitched in his throat. He felt the urge to brush it off, but his body would not allow him to. Instead, he gazed back at it, wonder and curiosity arising within him. The arachnid crawled forwards, stopping as it rested on Felix's shoulder.

The world seemed to fade away as a world of shadows enclosed the two. Nothing seemed to exist here. Only them. There was no sound except for the tapping of the spider's legs upon the fabric of his shirt, the miniscule creature spindling a web along the boy's shoulder.

'What is your wish...'

'I wish to escape this.'

'What is your wish.'

'I wish to overcome this.'

"What is your wish?"

"I wish to become the most powerful of all."

"Yes, my Master."