Chapter One: Ciel Phantomhive
The world has never looked so dull...
For hundreds of years since I have died as a human... I am bored of life...
The world repeating the same old routine over and over again...
I now know why Sebastian has been accepting contracts... he's bored of life...
Yet he cannot abandon it... more like his will can't...
Being a demon is accepting an eternal life... but this life doesn't mean to be a happy one...
He can never have anyone to cherish... he can never have anything to believe in...
He can never live the way he wanted...
I woke up the usual way seeing Sebastian busying himself with the preparation of a morning tea that is not seen. I'm a noble and a noble that is a demon, a former human that is desperate enough to call upon a demon's name. A lot have happened and in the end I was turned to be a demon.
Sebastian then turned his attention to me realizing that I was awake. He fixed up my clothes as usual, removing my night shirt and replaced it with the black suit he had bought me just the other day. He is not kind to me. He is doing this because of the last activated command I have him accept when I was still a human.
I want him to be free of me; I don't want him to suffer. More like I don't want to be distraught by his suffering. It's maddening. He never once shown me how a demon truly lives in the thought that I would keep a heart and compassion of a human, and he is right having these feelings makes myself more and more insane each day, what a fool I am pitying a demon. And with that came lunch.
Every single day his frown will never fade away. Every gesture I make his eyes would surely follow. I'm caged. I want to be free. Please release me; my thought brought me deeper and deeper until the bell rang in my ears I sighed, its time for tea.
I have thought of ordering him to just go and leave me but remembering that I have no say to what he does anymore is just making me frustrated. How I wish I could die. Why did I ever order him that! Why did I felt proud! That single line! "Sebastian! Till the day that you devour my soul, you are still my butler!"stupid! I was about to throw a rampage when a voice spoke 'dinner is served'.
The day ended and it felt like minutes. I stood up off my chair sighing and headed to my room. As the usual routine he followed behind and tucks me to sleep. And with the final bow accompanies a sigh and a phrase full of hate 'goodnight milord'