Sebastian just hung there, only being held upright by the loving clasp of the heavy shackles that refused to release him. His whole being begged for release but his lips stayed silent and his face remained impassive. It was not that he had been trapped here long, ten years was hardly a breath in the life of a demon. He watched silently as a short rather fat man waddled into the room. His black button down shirt was strained over the expanse of his belly, the buttons threatening to give out with every movement. Loathing flooded the captives body, every single thing about the person in front of him almost made him sick.
Every day, without fail, the man would enter his 'cell' to visit. Trying to break him, make him plead and beg. Foolish human, thinking he could break a demon. No matter what he did, Sebastian was not allowed to fight against him. His current 'master's' orders prevented him to. This man had to be the lowest of the low. Not only could he be charged with treachery, but also murder, rape, child abuse, child molestation, manslaughter, kidnapping, battery, assault with a deadly weapon, attempted murder (though anyone besides Sebastian would be dead ten times over by now), theft, and money laundering, but probably anything else you could think of. He would saunter in, as best a saunter as he could, and gloat before Sebastian, as if his boasting would make the demon quake in his boots (even though he is not wearing boots). Sebastian was just surprised no one had killed him yet and sat (hung) every day half expecting someone to burst through the doors and shoot him. It had not happened yet, but that didn't mean it couldn't.
"Ah… Sebastian! So good to see you! Please tell me you were not waiting here all night." He chuckled at his own little joke. "You must really like what we do together." More laughter as he crossed the room, coming up right in front of the demon, just inches away, grinning like an idiot. "Are you ready to start today?" he breathed, right into Sebastian's face.
Keeping all expression off his face and saying in a pleasant tone, Sebastian replied "oh, it is always so nice how you never brush you teeth. The smell is enough to torture you captives for you. But honestly, must you not bath either? I find the odor around you to be positively atrocious. Why you are even let indoors is beyond me. I always thought trash was meant to remain outside."
A riding crop lashed across the flesh at his stomach, hard enough to split the skin and cause a little trickle of blood to trail down to his hip. In seconds the cut had healed itself, leaving no trace behind to give away that it had been there at all except for the little line of blood.
"Mind your tongue when talking to your superiors." The little fat man snarled. Obviously Sebastian had stuck a nerve.
The captive smiled "I will, when one actually gets here. Unfortunately the only two in this room are me and you." Sebastian closed his mouth, knowing that the man before his was going to start now and to speak would only give him satisfaction. When these parts came, the fat midget would always do everything he could to get Sebastian to scream or show some reaction. He never did. Demons thrive on the disappointment of others, so being able to deny what this man wanted so bad with so much ease was the only entertainment he got.
Just as he was about to begin today's 'fun' the door burst open and a shot rang out through the room. Sebastian watched as the man before him fell to the ground with a new facial feature, a little round circle in the middle of his forehead and the back of his skull splattered onto the wall behind him. His gaze moved from the now life less form to the door were a little figure stood, arm raised, still pointing the gun. Slowly, slowly the arm dropped. Or maybe it only seemed slow to the demon because his mind had sped up and was processing the new scene quicker than he had been the other one. The child, from the size it could only be a child, stepped out of the shadow of the doorway walking into the room. No hesitation in the steps, nor any quivering of the knees or flickering of the eyes. Nothing that showed the slightest disturbance with having ended another human's life passed over the boys face as he stepped forward.
Very step produced a click click clicking sound as the heal of his shoe struck the floor. He stopped when he got to the center of the room, surveying every inch of it, including him, as though he were taking stock of what would soon be destroyed. He turned abruptly so he was facing the door right before the current 'master' walked in. The man, somewhere in his thirties now, looked stricken. Almost falling to his knees at the sight of his brother lying on the floor, dead. He looked at the child again, fear in his eyes. Why would he fear a child? Sebastian thought as he watched on in curiosity. They boy, small with black hair that looked dark blue even in the faint light of the cell and piercing eyes, stood unflinching in front of the 6foot 2 inch man who was, at this point glaring at him, but making no move to attack.
"Tell him." A nudge of the head in the captive's direction accompanied the command. The man flinched slightly again, turning to him.
"Demon S-Sebastian, your service to m-me is canceled. From this day forth you are in the service of C-ciel Phantomhive." Sebastian felt the burning on the back of his hand that meant that his owner had shifted. He glanced at the boy, his new 'master' to see his teeth gritted against the pain of his own mark being made but no sound escaped his lips. After another minute he opened his eyes, one now red and holding the pentagram that showed his ownership over Sebastian.