I waited in the misty rotten land, biding myself for the perfect time to make my move. I smiled as two shadowed figures approached the cold, war-torn structure, my rival and his Master, a fellow Demon and a young English boy, respectively. He sat the young boy down on the stone chair, the boy talking casually, yet knowingly of what he thought was to come.

It was almost time to strike, the young boy's soul was ripe and begging to be devoured, my mouth watered just at the thought. I had to recollect my hazy and astray thoughts quickly; it was no time to lose my cool. I had an order to complete and my own Master was counting on me. If I didn't complete this, he would surely desire to punish me, but I won't let that happen.

The moon had raised some while I was waiting, though I was starting to get impatient. It appeared as though the Master and Demon had a far stronger bond than I had anticipated, but it would in no way get between my orders my Master had bestowed upon me.

"The rest of my soul is yours," the young boy spoke.

"As expected from the young Master, you're kind," the Demon spoke calmly.

A crude smirk crept upon my face, "Calm and collected you will not remain," I thought to myself.

"For I am one step ahead of you and have my own Master to abide by."

"Carve the pain of my life, into my soul."

"Yes, my Lord."

As I gazed at the two I was intrigued to say the least, the boy was certainly ready to die, his Demon was ready to feast, but I wasn't about to allow my rival to complete his task successfully. I continued to wait; biding until the perfect instance to make my attack was vital, for if I made one simple mistake, anything from causing a sound to occur or moving even the slightest fraction too early or late would result in failing my task.

The Demon removed his glove, walked closer and knelt down before his Master, "Almost," he then slid the eye-patch off, "almost," the Demon moved closer to the boy's face, a dark grin smothering his expression.

I knew what was supposed to take place, his eyes glowing that hue and the scent of death clawing its way towards the dark atmosphere surrounding, the wounded Demon was about to consume the boy, every last fragment and shard of his putrid soul.

"Then... young Master."

It was time. I attacked swiftly, silently and at a speed I wasn't even visible. It was over before the other Demon even had a chance to realise it had even begun. I had already made my escape, high in the sky perched upon the head of the targeted bird, an elegant black crow, as the chime of a clock sounded dramatically.

I looked down to where I had made my move, the other Demon was still somewhat in shock–he was so very hungry, after all. Seeing the other Demon crushed, his prey stolen from right beneath his nose, all his work of creating the perfect meal, gone to waste in a matter of seconds, was such a beautiful sight. It brought a sinister smile to my face, although it couldn't be seen by anyone but another like I.

I had completed the first phase of my official order given to me by my Master, now to return to him and wait to complete the second phase. Crawling down the crow's back and finding a more comfortable position to remain, I waited once again, left to ponder about the upcoming events.

"I will have Ciel Phantomhive at my Highness' wishes, Sebastian," I thought, spinning a tiny web amongst the feathers to nest, curling my eight legs up against my body, not letting go of the soul, "because, I, Claude Faustus, am also one hell of a butler."