Ok my first angst story and also my first Kuroshitsuji story, I do't know what possessed me to be so depressed but I think it had something to do with Ciel burning in Hell…o.o Anyway enjoy.
I can't let it go.
My hatred.
My butler.
That demon.
Myself.
3 years ago, the Phantomhive estate was burned down to a pile of ash. Both the Earl and his wife both perished in the fire. Their son went missing, but later appeared again with a mysterious butler clad in black.
He wanted revenge, not only for himself, but also for all those who died around him. His pawns. He didn't have time to let feelings get in the way. His hatred will forever run deep as long as those who stand in his way are still alive. The brand on his side proves that, as does the contract he holds with Sebastian. But even then, who will be able to move the final piece, after revenge is served. After all, the game isn't over until the king has fallen.
A fire. It was just the spark for me to realize the truth. My damnation.
Mother.
Father.
And the Angel of Massacre.
All of them, the fuel for the fire. Without hatred, there is no anguish. There is no such thing as Pain without suffering. And only those with a bounty on their head can somehow purge their way to the top. Humans, the pitiful, powerless creatures that walk the streets of England, they don't possess a threat. But to lose sight of it. The hate, the pain, the memories. It makes me the pinnacle of the weaklings. Not even noble enough to speak my own mind. But I don't care. I will not die, I cannot die. He won't let me, not here, not now.
My life, my damnation, my rebirth, all began with those three words.
"Yes, my lord."
Okay! I'm done. Hope you liked it! I know it was short but… I thought it was good.
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