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"I wish for something entertaining, Sebastian. I'm bored." Ciel whined as his demon butler pulled on his stockings. Sebastian smirked, seemingly considering the matter. He looked up at Ciel before replying. "My Lord, I think I know just the thing. It's April Fools tomorrow, yes?" Sebastian clarified. Confused, Ciel stared at him. "I mean, yes, but, um, WHY Sebastian?" Ciel inquired innocently. Sebastian tied Ciel's eye patch round his head, concealing his shining violet eye, hiding the purple pentagram that bound him to his Contract with the demon. Ciel sipped his Earl Grey, while Sebastian elaborated on his cryptic statement. "On April Fools, God and Satan abandon the normal rules of society. These rules don't apply to humans, but to demons. On April Fools, a demon cannot die. However, the Reapers don't know that. And, I got permission from God himself. You, Young Master, are going to meet with Satan tonight. We are going to play one Hell of a joke on those damned Shinigami."
The descent to Hell was noisy. That was all Ciel could think as he tumbled down the deep canyon, held securely in his butler's arms. They had been falling for what seemed like years; how much longer were the going to plummet aimlessly through open space? Ciel wondered. Suddenly, he felt the air whoosh from his chest as Sebastian hit the ground heavily. He looked up. Sebastian straightened and whispered in his ear. "Welcome to Hell, My Lord." Ciel's eyes widened. Before him was a set of huge obsidian gates inset with onyx and rubies, beyond that, towering volcanoes, magma lakes and tall, foreboding palaces completed the scene. "Either side of the gate were two tall figures in long black robes. Switching Ciel's weight in his arms, Sebastian approached the gates and said "I am the Contractor Sebastian Michaelis, and I have a meeting with Satan Lucifer. He is expecting me." Without a word, the strange figures moved aside, and Sebastian carried Ciel through the gates, ever closer to Lucifer's castle.
The pair strode through the dark corridors of Satan's castle before emerging in a huge room that flickered with the dim light of a thousand candles, and in that room was a ginormous black throne. Upon that throne sat the King of demons, the great Satan Lucifer himself. Sebastian set Ciel to the ground and, surprising said Earl immensely, folded his long limbs into an elegant bow. The demon king stared at them imperiously before his stern frown became a grin that showed the tips of his sharp fangs. "Michaelis! Just the demon I wanted to see. Up for playing a trick on the Death Gods, my friend? Don't worry, I've even talked it over with God, and your little contracted soul will be part of it too. So what do you say, eh Michaelis!" The demon snickered, evidently visualizing the effects of his prank on said Reapers. Sebastian seemed to ponder his request before laughing and stating the obvious. "What do you want us to do? I'm curious. Your summoning message didn't give much away." "Simple, Michaelis. Firstly, your precious Young Master is going to be made a demon for the night. The Shinigami will find that little development interesting. And secondly, what's one of the few things that can kill a demon apart from a demon sword? Come on, think Michaelis! What can kill a demon apart from a demon sword?" Sebastian thought for a moment. "Let's see. The only thing that springs to mind is a Death Scythe... wait a minute, Lucifer, you don't mean... " Sebastian looked up with a hopeful grin. "Oh yes I do." Satan confirmed. "I told you, I got permission from God. You will be immune to Death Scythes until midnight on April Fool's. Until then..." And here Satan's face split into a sardonic grin,"Do what you like. But first." He pointed his finger at Ciel, and the small Earl screamed in pain and shone with a dark aura. Ciel's eyes opened, and they were not their normal cerulean blue, but a deep, coppery red. He smiled. "Oh, this is going to be fun Sebastian. Let's go." And, with Lucifer's permission, they left.
Once back in the human realm, Ciel turned to Sebastian. "Where are the Shinigami, and how can we play this to our advantage?" He asked Sebastian. He saw Sebastian trademark smirk cross his face. "Well Young Master, I was thinking we enlist Undertaker. Get him to masquerade as one of the leaders of the drug dens Her Majesty wants us to dispose of, kill the humans, attract the Reapers, and then take it from there, eh? And plus, I want to teach you how to spit bullets like I do. That would be fun." Sebastian joked. "Great idea Sebastian. Now all we need to do is get Undertaker involved. Let's go pay him a little visit, shall we?" Ciel turned and strode off briskly in the direction of the Undertaker's funeral parlor.
"Undertaker, I need to talk to you. I need your help." Ciel glanced round the supposedly empty shop. "Undertaker? Dammit, where are you, you stupid Shinigami!" "Right here My Lord, no need to yell. I don't see your butler anywhere." The Undertaker complained as he stepped out of a nearby coffin. Ciel gasped, his eyes briefly flashing red in surprise. "Why, Young Earl, I thought you were human. Oh well. What do you need. You know my price. Give me the gift of true laughter, and all my help is at your disposal." "I have no jokes for you Undertaker, but I have a proposal. If you give me the help I need, it'll be well worth the trouble." The Undertaker stared at him quizzically, his luminescent green eyes shining in the dim light. "What do you want me to do?" He asked the boy. Ciel explained their plan and the Undertaker laughed hysterically. "My Young Earl, that is a GREAT idea. Have you kidnapped the head of the drug den." The Undertaker checked. Suddenly Sebastian walked in, holding an injured man by the shirt. "Here you go, Undertaker. Can you mimic his appearance?" Sebastian checked. The Undertaker's outline suddenly blurred, his hair shortening and turning mousy brown, his eyes obscured by glasses, a jagged scar running down one cheek. Ciel stared, absolutely gobsmacked. He was identical to the man in Sebastian's arms. "I will be going now." And the Undertaker walked off. Ciel stared blankly at him for a moment before coming to his senses. "Let's go Sebastian. Time to have some fun." He turned and strode away, his cloak flapping in the wind. Sebastian drew himself into his usual elegant pose. "Yes, My Lord."