"You can stay here for however long you please." The butler bowed halfway, his eyes locked on his short former-human master as he walked by him into a guest room. They were now in Hell, in Sebastian's mansion. As a Prince, he had quite the accommodations and wealth that would allow such material luxuries.

Ciel Phantomhive stopped halfway, looking at Sebastian with those red irises he was beginning to despise. "As long as I please? Where would I go." His tone lacked any sort of humor. Since the incident in the lake, he had been cross with Sebastian. The older demon chalked it up as him dealing with his situation with the new urges of darkness budding within him, mixed with his emotional baggage as a teenage human.

"Surely you don't expect to stay with me forever. We may be bound by this seal, but it will eventually be removed and you will have your freedom to adventure on your own." Sebastian informed him. He began to walk towards the door, his body and clothing shifting into half of his demon form. It unnerved other demons to assume full demonic form in Hell, so they used a combination of traits just to assert their dominance over other demons. "Speaking of which, I need to attend to business now that I've returned."

"What business could you possibly have?" Ciel scoffed, sitting on the edge of his bed. "I'm bored. Do you have any games here?"

The dark being by the doorway was feeling his form bristle at the other's attitude, but he hesitated, and then gestured at a shelf nearby. "Start learning demonic languages and read."

"And how am I supposed to do that?"

"Do you have eyes?" Sebastian challenged him, enjoying the other's shocked expression at his abrasiveness. Now that he wasn't expected to perform as his butler, he was not going to put up with Ciel's tantrums so pleasantly. He shut the door behind him, sighing deeply.

No matter how long he was stuck with this mortal-gone-demon, he was going to have his patience tried again and again. He didn't like this situation. Not only had someone blatantly stolen his dinner, but they now gave him a responsibility for a newborn demon. He didn't want children. He never had wanted children. Human children were easy to push around, easy to meld to commands and trick into acting certain ways. Demon children...not so much. He removed his long black nails from the door frame, and then headed down the long dark hallway.

Little purple flames flared up out of empty candles, ghost flames burning.

His departure from his manor was bittersweet. He would have rather stayed in his homey mansion, but now he was destined for an even more familiar place; the royal house of Hell. Where Satan lived. Many demons had to frequent there, reporting their business and subsequently being either praised or scolded for their achievements and failures. Today, he knew he was going to be reprimanded for what had happened on the surface. His charade as a butler was surely going to be seen as some sort of sick fetish to blend into humanity to other demons. It made no difference at all to him, because he knew he would eventually get what he wanted and the more difficult path he took the more satisfied he would be. Unfortunately, it didn't amount to that. Oh, how cruel.

At the entrance, he watched with his eyes narrowed as the doorman bowed to him, then opened the grand door. He stepped inside.

The structure was vaguely reminiscent of a fashionable hotel- black marble everywhere, a single secretary in the foyer. They were moving piles of paperwork into respectable drawers, sending them off to different parts of the building through a pulley system for sorting. When they spotted Sebastian at the entrance, the secretary's yellow eyes widened, and they looked at the schedule.

"Ah, yes! Your appointment with his greatness. Please, go right in. There will be no waiting for you, Prince." The secretary bowed, and Sebastian gave them a curt smile before he headed towards the skull engraved steel door in the back. The lights seemed to fade around him as he reached for the handle, and then stepped into the darkness.

"Sebastian Michaelis." The voice drawled darkly, a pale clean-shaven faced man emerging from the shadows. He was wearing entirely black - with black tights, that was. It wasn't unfashionable to wear tights for men. Theatrical demons loved them. His high heels clicked against the floor. As he grew closer, it was evident he wasn't amused. The blonde crossed his arms over his chest, and one eyebrow perked up, judging silently. "You literally had one job, Sebastian Michaelis."

"Please. That's not my name."

"No, it is now. I changed it. On all your files. It's your punishment. I've been following you, Sebastian, for all of these years you've dwindled away on the surface serving a human. How ridiculous! You dressed up as a butler-"

"It was part of the facade, my Lord."

"Oh, don't call me my Lord, you'll make me laugh." He burst into shrill laughter, and Sebastian closed his eyes. Ah, yes, he was feeling burned. The words had slipped, and he was feeling even more foolish.

"So now I have another soldier for my army, but it's a pubescent teenage entitled rich boy. That's wonderful. How am I supposed to use that? Will he demand the opposition to serve him tea or he'll scream it louder? I hope you enjoyed your frivolous endeavor, Sebastian."

"I did not, sir."

"Of course you didn't. Who would enjoy washing sheets, cooking meals with squishy human ingredients, wiping up their mess- are you a pervert, Sebastian?" The King of Hell leaned in closer, his inquiry shocking Sebastian.

"What do you mean, pervert?!"

"You spent your years under disguise for humans. Are you a human sympathizer? How risque!"

"No, I'm not a human sympathizer!" He hissed through gritted teeth, "I was challenging myself!"

"If you say so...anyways, you've been documented."

"...what about the boy?" He asked after a long pause, and the other grinned.

"What ABOUT the boy? He's your baby now. You deal with him. Now leave me. I have an appointment in three minutes. Ah, and on Mondays, Sebastian...I noticed how clean you kept his manor up top, so you will do the same with my mansion. You will wear your butler attire and serve me as such. You can bring him along if you wish, I know what children do if they're left alone in mansions alone...terrible mess makers, have to be watched all the time..."

"He's near adult, sir, I doubt he will make that much of a mess," Sebastian said without an ounce of humor in his voice, eyes narrowing. "I am not-"

He stopped, watching the other's cold gaze on him. With a defeated sigh, he added, "I am looking forward to our time together, your greatness."

"Good. Now leave."

"Yes, your greatness." He turned and left the room, cursing Ciel Phantomhive under his breath. Then he cursed the rest that were involved in the debacle of his downfall.

Now he would have to be even more human and hate Mondays.