*Ciel's POV*
Years had passed since that fateful day. The same day that Claude had met his end. The day that Ciel had last seen Alios and Hannah. It was all on that same time that his world had changed... the day that he had become a demon. It was by shy luck that Sebastian had been stuck as his servant, even after the events had taken place. Still, the young Earl had decided to go on with his life as best he could, playing 'human' for people like Lizzy.
Lizzy. That harlot.
At seventeen years old, Ciel had everything going for him. Immortality, a beautiful fiance, and a loyal butler to that day. At eighteen, only a week after his birthday, his life had changed.
Tears stung the young lord's eyes as he recalled the moments before now. He'd found Elizabeth in the arms of another man and, just like that, his wedding plans had been canceled. The head of the Phantomhive Estate was single and heartbroken. His butler was out doing errands when it had occurred and, with nowhere else to turn, Ciel soon found himself running down the dark streets of London.
He wasn't quite sure how he'd arrived at the Undertaker's shop, but he found himself knocking before he could second-guess it. His tears were cold from the chilly December breeze as the Undertaker opened the door, a gasp escaping the old Reaper's mouth. "Earl, what's happened?" he asked immediately.
The only answer he received was another choked sob and, just like that, Ciel was being folded into the older man's arms, warmth enveloping him from the Reaper's cloak. "Shush now," Undertaker murmured, shutting his shop's door and directing Ciel to a nearby coffin; once he had the young demon sat down on the coffin's lid, he took off his cloak and wrapped it securely around the boy. "You'll be lucky if you haven't caught a cold," he warned, "You must remember that you aren't invisible, Earl. You aren't like your butler; you weren't born this way." Sighing, Undertaker rest the edges of his fingernails against the demon-child's shoulder as he spoke, "I'll make you some tea, then you can tell me what's got you so down in the gutter." With that, he was gone, seeming to vanish from the shop's main room.
Ciel continued to quietly cry for a few minutes but, by the time the Undertaker had returned, he'd gotten a grip on his emotions. At that point, he wasn't sure if he was more hurt or more furious; the tears could have accounted for either. "Here you are," the Grim Reaper chimed, handing a beaker full of tea to the Earl.
Not questioning the other man's lack of dishes, Ciel sipped at the hot drink for several moments before he bothered to speak. His words caught in his throat as he elaborated, "Elizabeth... She cheated on me. It's over."
This is when something very odd happened. Rare as it was, a frown contorted the Undertaker's mouth as he reached out, sharp fingernails resting delicately on the young demon's shoulder once again. "She wasn't good enough for you. She didn't understand you, Ciel," the Reaper murmured, "Don't see it as a loss... see it as a second chance, the chance to be happy." He shook his head for a moment as he continued, "You're a demon now, Ciel. Being with Lady Elizabeth was only ever putting her in danger."
"Maybe I want her to be in danger," Ciel replied coldly, his own fury, his own heartbreak getting the best of him. Such strong, crushing emotions had quickly stirred the demon inside him. He hated Lizzy, hated her for taking away his last chance at feeling like his old self.
"Earl, you shouldn't think that way," the Grim Reaper told him softly, shaking his head in clear disapproval, "That's the demon in you talking, not yourself... You're angry, you're hurt. There are other ways to channel these feelings without hurting anyone."
Ciel's crimson eyes turned to the older man now as he growled, "And just what do you suggest, 'Taker?" He couldn't believe that Undertaker was arguing with him over this! It was his choice if he wanted that stupid, human girl to pay for what she'd done to him!