"Be careful out there!" Rachel shouted as she watched her only son finally taking his outgoing into the world, his response was a mere nod. Vincent decided that it was finally the time for his son to face the world, cold and cruel as it was, but face it though. Ever since he was born, the young Ciel was being hid from the world, his only collective being his family, his mother and father. In all honesty, Ciel had never seen the rays of the sun properly through the basement with two windows he had been raised into for 13 years but finally his parents found it proper to take him out.
Ciel was never a simple, normal child, just as in Jesus Christ's story, God had laid his hands upon the world of the sinners, the world of the mortals and sent to them one of his children, an angel, Ciel Phantomhive meant to deliver an important message to the human race, "Thee I send to fix whatever can be fixed into that world of impurity." But his parents deemed that he had to be hidden until he understood who he was, what his meaning was.
The young angel had always had visions, horrendous visions of all the calamities, all the crimes and all the misbehaving generally happening into the world, fact that caused more often than not his sleep to be disturbed, nearly nonexistent and recently it had only became worse as his dreams were constantly haunted by a man, tall, well-built, handsome, he had truly such kind eyes –but only as a façade- as for the soul that was lying beneath the artificial flesh hid pure evilness, that the boy had named a demon. His parents were utterly frightened with all the stories the boy could come up with, suck morbid, scary pictures in such an innocent head and heart.
The boy was well behaved, not very talkative and quite dependent on his parents, at nights when he just couldn't find his rest his parents were the only ones who would calm him down, their hands were the only ones to gently stroke and caress at blue locks and that would only wipe away the tears when needed. This day had always been his biggest fear for that he has no idea of how the outside looks, or its inhabitants, but for his parents sake he had to at least try.
Dim, slender sun rays were peeking out from the veil of clouds that were still present from last night's storm, warmness beginning to make its presence felt. Ciel closed his eyes and inhaled once, twice, thrice. The air felt so nice inside of his lungs, yet it felt so sharp and soon his chest began to throb. This world has so much sadness and pain within it. And those were the first thoughts about the outsiders.
His fingers were tightly intertwined with Vincent's slightly tugging at his hand through this new world to be discovered. Children were laughing, elders were passing the streets and beside that, everyone seemed really busy with whatever was that that they were doing, it was such a depressing sight, it was everything he had visions about, such a sad world. As the clouds finally scattered away, the sun now being shown in his full glory the boy's eyes began to be weak, such strong light his blue orbs haven't experienced yet, instinctively his wings would glow out when he felt discomfort like that and then everybody stopped and stared. The boy was now hiding behind his father in shock and fear but everything Vincent could say to reassure him was that he had to do this on his own, and with that the thin, pale palm was being released from the obviously larger one and now Vincent was walking back into his house, Ciel being left alone.
He merely encouraged himself, this wasn't the worst situation though, he just had to explore by himself and then return home and so he did. Cars, big buildings, noises and faces was everything you could distinguish in this well, usual urban picture but every picture as such has that something of its own, this city was called .. London? It was a pretty old fashioned yet, had its new innovations but everything the boy could focus on was that big clock that seemed to be the epicenter of the whole town and that's where he was trying to make his way towards.
He kept on walking straight for about 20 more minutes until he found himself in front of a somewhat dark alley, but as you looked at it there was no other path leading to the big clock, and it started to beat for the hour of 13 in the afternoon, Ciel's heart got a little bit of shock. He began to walk shyly along the darkness drawing a path of dim light behind him but then, in his heart more than his head popped that scary, yet kind figure of what Ciel would call a demon, no it wasn't any kind of demon or so he thought, there was something different about him. "Little ones like you shouldn't wonder alone in the darkness, don't you agree?" One deep, baritone voice spoke out of nowhere but Ciel simply shook it, it wasn't of matter anyway and the voice did a somewhat annoyed hiss and continued, "Ignoring me won't get you anywhere." And right then the boy could've sworn he felt that certain mouth smirk. The next thing he heard were steps- rare and silent at first but as the sound increased so did the speed of them and now out of the shades one pair of feet revealing black, polished shoes and a pair of black trousers. Again, the boy felt the discomfort, again his wings began to glow and the steps stopped, "Oh? Well what do we have here, aren't you one adorable little angel?" Ciel's eyes slipped wide in a blink of an eye as out of the shadows, the one that was talking on that frightful tone was no other than his demon.
He made his way to the point where they were only inches away from each other and his hand began to work its way higher, higher, until it reached one certain soft, milky-white cheeks and gently pulled the face it was on up so the two could make eye contact, "Would it be too much to presume that you are here searching for your own death, or, in other words, would it be alright if I simply tore you apart just now?" He stated casually as if he was asking about the weather. The boy merely swallowed sharply, was this his whole entire time to live? What was the meaning of not even 14 years of being alive on this earth, but he couldn't find it within himself to run or respond, the man smirked and leaned down on his knee so they could properly see each other, just as predicted, his eyes seemed so kind and by this point his other hand found the other's other cheek, and as the tall man leaned forward the slightest bit, Ciel stood still, eyes slipping shut, "I call myself Sebastian, not now, but sometime I will come and cause you to do your greatest sin as an angel, and with that your heavens will reject you. In the moment your heart will turn black you will become mine." And in the blink of an eye, Sebastian was gone.
Wind slowly began to blow through blue locks and he inhaled once again, "I will be waiting." Was whispered by slightly rosy lips. Of course he didn't want to but he could say no word to his parents, they would forbid him from seeing Sebastian ever again, he did not wish for that. Today's out going was merely a state of destiny and then the little angel wondered, Is this the only reason why you sent me here, God? He could swear by now that the answer, sadly, was yes, and if so, he was completely ready to accept his faith, no matter how dark or blood filled it was.
"Sebastian…"