"Sebastian, tell me a story," ordered the young master.
Sebastian glanced at him, "This is odd. Why do you want to hear a story? You never do, my lord."
"I can't sleep and I have to wake up early tomorrow," Ciel sighed, anger seeping into his voice.
"I told you not to take a nap," Sebastian said, walking over.
"It was only a few minutes," Ciel mumbled.
"And a few minutes too many," Sebastian sighed, setting down the candle. "Alright, what story do you want to hear?"
"What story do you have to tell?" Ciel asked as Sebastian tucked the young master back in.
"Let's see," Sebastian thought a moment.
"Anything. It could be your life's story for all I care," Ciel said.
"My life's story?" Sebastian chuckled. "Well, I've got one now."
"Go on," Ciel said closing his eyes.
Sebastian cleared his throat and began:
Once, a very long time ago, back in the more religious ages, was a small little boy. He lived in a quaint village with a happy family; a father, a mother, and a little sister. One day though, there were horrible rumors being spread about the town. Something a priest had spoke of about the town being cursed and then being the cause of a plague. The little boy, at the time, was out by the river to get water and by the time he got back, the whole town had burned down.
The boy, being a foolish child, attempted to go back in to find his parents, but to no avail. The priest, the same one who had spoken about the town being cursed, claimed that he was special though most said he was a demon because his strange colored eyes. They were a rusty copper color, nearly red, but the priest ignored them and took the little boy in.
It might have been out of the kindness of his heart, or maybe he just felt bad because he had been responsible for the killing of the boy's family, but the priest was obviously nice to the child and eventually the child began to treat this old priest as a father.
The years past by and people age and eventually wilt away. When the priest died, the boy was nearly always distraught and the new priest, that was in charge of looking after him, was a horrible man with no hint of kindness in his heart. There came a time, when the boy, now nearly a young man, came across the priest doing unholy things but he always ignored that. That is, until the young man saw the priest beat the girl he loved. He went on a rampage then and eventually killed the priest as well as the girl. Something seemed to snap inside of him and a voice spoke to him.
"Dear child raised in hate," came the silky voice coated in sugar that masked the evil.
"Who's there?" the scared young man trembled.
"You're here. Right here. These are the people that killed your parents. This is the man that forced you to kill your only loved one."
"What's your point?" the young man replied back.
"Finish off the deed. Burn down the church and you can come with me. We can make a pact, Sebastian Michaelis."
The young man screamed, dropping the knife he had held in his left hand. There was a strange burning sensation from his throat and then everything faded to black. When he awoke, he had burned down the church and he was a different person. His eyes glowed and his teeth were sharp. On his left hand, he bore the mark of a demon and a demon he shall remain till the end of time.
Sebastian looked over at Ciel. Sound asleep. He smiled slightly and stood up, taking a deep breath. He grabbed the candle, "Good night my lord." He closed the door quietly behind him and sighed, looking down at his hands as they shook uncontrollably. Sebastian chuckled, "What a foolish young man," he said as he blew out the candle and made his way down the hall, swallowed by the complete darkness of his heart.