A/N: Hello, everybody! It's been a while but I'm back with another multichaptered fic. This one is another modern AU, with demons and reapers, though you may find some characters that are human in canon be of another species in this fic. Also some reapers are humans and completely not related to the Dispatch Society in any way.

Updates should come regularly, at least for a while. I've got a bunch of chapters ready.

Rating: M for violence, mainly.

Overall warnings: Guys, you know me. Violence, character death, blood, one or the other psychological issue. Additional warnings will be mentioned in the according chapters.

Genre: Supernatural (duh, there's demons and witches), Suspense, Humour, Drama, some horror maybe. Also Friendship and stuff like that. While this is in no way going to be romantic, let me just add that there will be people getting together "romantically."

Pairings: SebaCiel. There will be no other pairings involving either of these two but SebaCiel. Additional pairings don't seem to be happening yet, but maybe they'll come up later.

Disclaimer: Nope, Kuro's not mine in any shape or form. It belongs to Yana Toboso and I'm just borrowing her characters for this plot.

Extra: While I am imagining Ciel to be a few years older in here than in the manga, I will never mention his age. Those of you that prefer him to be of canon age can happily picture him that way.

Beta credit goes to the wonderful Carrie2sky! Now I'm done. Enjoy!

PROLOGUE

It began when Ciel's father entered his room one night, eyes weary and his posture slumped. Ciel looked up from his textbook – it was about economics, very informative yet mildly boring, but as the future heir, what else could Ciel do but to know as much as he humanly could? – and waited for his father to speak.

Vincent Phantomhive did not immediately begin. Instead he took a long look around Ciel's tidy room, barely seeing, and then sat down by the end of Ciel's bed without a word of warning. He was holding a file in one hand, and brushed the fingers of his free hand through his hair. Ciel closed his book carefully and set it aside.

"Is there something you wanted to talk about?" he asked carefully from where he was sitting by his desk, seeing that his father was in deep thought.

Vincent shook his head but said, "Yes," and Ciel knew that something was very wrong indeed. The Phantomhive patriarch was still immaculately dressed at this hour of night, as if he was about to leave the house for an important meeting. He seemed to steel himself and then got up to cross the room and hand Ciel the file. It was very heavy. "This is information about the company, its branches and workers and your mother's and my will. It is all kept short, but you should find more information on the company on my server and the notary is-"

"Your will?" Ciel repeated.

Vincent paused. "Yes," he said slowly. "The last section would be our testaments. Is that a problem?"

"You aren't dead, for one," Ciel replied.

"Well, always good to know what you won't inherit should you act out, am I right?" Vincent grinned and messed up Ciel's hair. "Don't do drugs, don't do orgies, don't kill people, you understand, young man?" The boy ducked away under his hand with a scowl. Vincent gave him a warm smile. "Do be careful, my son. People are dying like flies these days."

"So I've heard," Ciel said carefully. Seeing that his father was waiting for something, he sighed. "Yes, father, I shall be careful."

That seemed to satisfy Vincent. He let his hand drop to his side and then left the room.

After eyeing the file for a long time Ciel lifted a hand to touch it, but then decided against it. Instead he got up, left the file lying on his desk, and got ready for bed.

OOO

The next morning, Vincent and his wife Rachel Phantomhive were found in their bed, covered in roses, their skin pallid and interrupted by dark veins, their eyes white and lifeless.

So, that was the prologue. Hope you enjoyed it even though it was pretty short. Let me know what you think! The next chapter should follow soon enough!