The Contract was over
Black Butler the winner
free to eat his dinner
Now his work was done
On a bench sat the
Earl whom had won
His revenge was done.
Who was the winner?
The Earl whom had
completed his goal
yet lost his soul
to his ever loyal butler
Would it hurt? asked he
allowing fear to show
the butler bowed low
and admitted it would
And yet, he said
he'd be as kind as he could
although there still would
be pain, of course
Don't bother, said the Earl
embrace your beastly nature
allow yourself to savor
the fruits of your labor
A grin – how could he
have doubted his Master
calm in every disaster
A noble 'til the end
A bow, one more time, one of
his final 'Yes, My Lord's'
Such meaningless words
But he was a butler 'til the end
It was over in seconds
a desperate, choking gasp
struggles in the butler's grasp
and the Earl was dead
The taste was supreme
bitter in the best of ways
sweet enough to taste for days
the fruit of his labor, delicious
This was his time to be free
To relax and enjoy
the soul of the boy
who breathed no more
With a wave of his hand
the boy's body was gone
his bed, it would be on
when the servants got home
The Demon wouldn't return
a butler, he was no longer
chained to the whims of a Master
Merely a Demon, once more
And then, the Demon was gone
without a thought to the past
his Master had breathed his last
The Contract already a faint memory
He was off to find another Master
Another person to save from despair
to trick into a Devil's snare
The earl had been only a meal, after all