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Sebastian threw the napkin he had just used to wipe the pastry from his face down on the counter. How dare that little brat throw the cake in his face! He was a demon! He started the black plague! Yet, this little brat of a human was commanding him around and dragging his pride through the mud. He cursed in a language long forgotten and began cooking again.
After some searching, Sebastian found an old cooking book and opened it to the cakes section. Most of the recipes said to do this and that "to taste" which was a problem. As a demon, Sebastian could not taste human food. He only knew the taste of human souls and he was positive that Ciel would not know those flavors. Releasing a sigh, the demon began to research each cake and pie he found.
With speed that only a creature from the depths of hell could manage, Sebastian memorized several books on the flavors of the tea he was currently serving his master and which sweets would perfectly complement the taste without overpowering it. Only a few seconds had past when the butler had found the pastry that would complement his master's tea and he had begun to make it.
While the demon waited on the cake to bake, he loosened his tie and let out an annoyed sigh. He kept telling himself that it would be worth it in the end. He would slowly build up Ciel's soul. He just had to be patient and wait. Slowly, he would guide his master in the right direction and his soul would become something of a masterpiece. Sebastian knew it was hard to mold a soul into the meal that he longed for. Sebastian had grown tired of the ordinary human soul. They had no flavor to him anymore.
It seemed like an eternity before the dessert was finished baking. Once he was sure it was cooked, Sebastian quickly placed it upon the silver platter and began to carry it to the drawing room. With each step, the demon turned butler found he became more annoyed with the terms of their contract. There were so many loopholes in the system in which Ciel could royally screw him over. Once he reached the door, Sebastian fixed his tie and knocked three times.
"Enter," he heard his young master command. Sebastian opened the door, "I hope you made something edible this time." Ciel shot his butler a glare.
"I have done what you have commanded of me, my lord," calmly replied the demon as he carefully place the tray in front of the heir to the Phantomhive manor.
Ciel picked up his fork and carefully cut a piece out of the small pastry. After stabbing the tiny piece, Ciel brought it up to his mouth. Sebastian would be lying if he said that he was not a little nervous. His contract depended on this stupid piece of cake. Ciel carefully chewed and after he swallowed he looked at his butler.
"I've had worse," Ciel continued to eat his afternoon snack and read the newspaper.
Sebastian could not stop the smug look that found its way onto his face, "If I couldn't make a desert my master would enjoy, then what kind of butler would I be?"