A/N Ok so I should probably say, Hi, and this is my first fic, so please be nice to it :3 Unless it's really bad then let me know asap so I can fix it up :) xx And just to give you some context, I'll say that this is set a month after series two ended, and this chapter is set in Hell. Ok, we good? Enjoy xx

Disclaimer; the characters? Not mine. The original concept for kuro itself? Nope, still not mine. Black butler in general? Not. Mine. This story, however, is all my own creation.

Ciel's memory's hurt him. He knew that as a demon, things such as feelings, emotion or memory shouldn't cause him the slightest bit of pain. But these memories burned him like fire, ate at him like a parasite. He was never without them, always been stalked and followed by the hell in which he had lived. That hell was a hell rather similar to the hell in which he currently lived. Both hells where filled with fire, death, and demons. Loss and sorrow surrounded him like always.

As a human child, he'd lost his parents, his aunt and his home. Now, those losses followed him, literally. His dead family members plagued him, decayed and rotted by time and death, they stalked him through his daily routine. Whispering the vilest of things, touching him with maggot encrusted fingers… he'd pointed them out to Sebastian at first, who couldn't see nor hear them. Ciel was then forced to believe they were a birth of his own mind. Maybe he'd been driven mad by the change from human to demon, who knew? "Memories and imagination," he told himself, "memories, imagination and nothing more."
Memories they may be, but he wished they would leave him alone. He wished they would leave him, pass on, or whatever it was that the dead did. Go to heaven, stay in hell, rot in their graves. But no, they stayed. So he tried to work around them. It wasn't always easy, especially when they appeared when he was talking to Sebastian, but eventually he managed to act like they weren't there.
It was such an occasion when they appeared again, Sebastian was halfway through an important sentence when his dead father breathed down his neck.
"-So my lord, we must pack to leave as soon as possible. He is not a patient man, and it is my duty as well as yours to attend when we are summoned."
"Ciel, son, don't you want to talk to your Father, give your old man a hug."
"If that is true then we should pack immediately. Get that done and come to collect me. I'll wait here for you."
"Come on now, don't ignore me, I'm your Father, don't you want a nice, loving, hug? Wouldn't you like to feel your dead Fathers flesh melt away as it touches you? Is that not what you want?"
"Yes, my lord." Sebastian bowed deeply and left the room. Ciel took this moment to look around the room. It was large, almost identical to his study in his old manor, the one he'd lived in as a human. Except this one was always dark, always bathed in shadows, whether the lights were on or not.
Hell was in a state of constant night. Ciel looked out the window into a garden off shadows, moonlight and demon hounds of all sizes. He sighed as his Father continued to be disgusting, he just shut his eyes, breathed deeply and waited for the dead to get bored. He thought about hell. It really was as bad as everyone made out. It was night, ruled by murderers, killers, paedophiles, demons, monsters; everything that anyone can fear will lurk in the never ending shadows. Ciel saw many things each day that turned his stomach, ranging from a vivisection in the street to a child's execution. It was a vile place, and many buildings burned down, collapsed or where destroyed for the demons pleasure. Demons ran hell. It was a playground for them. Whenever a bad person died, they were allowed here, able to roam the streets as they wished, but always under the watchful eye of the devils. If they did something the demons didn't like? Torture time. It was disgusting, unsanitary and made Ciel sick to the stomach. Again, as a demon he should find pleasure from the pain, but didn't, it was still wrong to him, and he went out as little as he could. Sebastian, on the other hand, seemed happy to be home. He hated being under Ciel's rule, as he would, and got ridiculed by other demons often. But he always had a smile on his face, watching the pain the demons inflicted on others made him sigh happily, he really was a cruel being, and Ciel knew that before he made a contract, this is where he would be. Torturing, killing and burning like the rest of them.
"Master?" Sebastian opened the door, and peered in, Ciel opened his eyes to look at his butler. "The suitcases are in the carriage. Are you prepared? I know you may not be too excited to meet him, but-"
"But when he calls, we must come." Ciel interrupted, "You've told me this, many times."
"I know, I apologize, but it is something I must drum into your head. Once you've met him, you'll understand. It is one of the few rules us demon's need to obey."
"I know, Sebastian. Now, we should leave."
As they left in the carriage (pulled by nothing, apparently), Ciel's mind grew heavy with thought. They were meeting someone serious today. He knew that. It had been drilled into his mind by Sebastian. He was slightly worried, but he had no true fear. He'd done nothing to inflict his wrath. Or at least, he hoped not.
Lucifer's anger wasn't something he wanted to see.