Black Butler: God's Gift of Pain
Chapter 1: Incubus
Demons normally didn't sleep. But on this particular occasion, Sebastian found no harm in it. He was now without a master, as he had consumed Ciel Phantomhive's soul about a month ago. The manor was now abandoned; the other servants leaving the estate a few weeks after Ciel's funeral. Even old Tanaka up and left and all the servants assumed Sebastian had, too.
In actuality, Sebastian now called the manor his home. He still stayed to the servants' quarters; he still wore his black tailcoat along with his butler's pin, even though he wasn't serving anyone. He cleaned every so often so the mansion wouldn't deteriorate around him. He had more spare time than he was used to having, since he didn't have to make breakfast, lunch, dinner, or dessert preparations, or tend to the mistakes of the other servants.
With this luxury time, Sebastian could normally be found making use of his bed in the servants' quarters. Naturally, it wasn't anywhere near as comfy as the beds if the master bedroom and the guestrooms, but he found it was better than all the needless things he did in the night to keep himself occupied; doing security checks along the property, tending to his own paperwork in his office, taking note of the chores that needed to be done the next day, and simply waiting for morning to come.
Demons normally didn't need sleep. That's what every being—angel, demon, or Reaper—was ever told. And it was what Angela Blanc still told herself as she stood over Sebastian, watching him sleep.
For a while now, she had been trying to think up a punishment for killing her and Ash Landers. Of course, immortal beings like them who lived eternal lives could never truly die. They could only vanish back to their own realms and wait until their broken forms were strong enough to enter the human realm again.
For many weeks she had watched how Sebastian went about his life. Several feelings had begun to mount inside of the angel. She was angry at him, but didn't know why necessarily; for trying to kill her and Ash, perhaps? She was disgusted at the fact that a demon like Sebastian was allowed to live in this world. Some part of her was saddened and guilt-stricken at the fact Ciel Phantomhive had died at the hands of such a demon, because there had been a light in the boy's soul that could have saved him; a light that helped perfect the soul Sebastian desperately craved and hungered for, apparently.
With Ash, Angela pondered about what kind of punishment would satisfy their hunger for revenge. Sebastian was accustomed to every bit of torment Hell had to offer; the lashing she gave him in the dungeons proved evidence enough, as he did not shriek at the pain, neither had he begged for the pain and torment to stop. Yes, it had exhausted him, but that was all, and he easily bounced back after only a few hours.
Then, Ash gave her an idea…
"I don't much like the fact Ciel Phantomhive has died at the hands of that vile demon, Sebastian Michaelis." Ash remarked, sitting with Angela as he sipped a cup of tea.
"I don't either." Angela replied, "But there's nothing we can do about it now."
"It's still possible for us to punish that beast, you know."
"How, Ash? Sebastian doesn't cave easily. Surely even you saw the whipping I gave him."
"Sebastian knows Hell. He's tasted its flames at one point or another and has endured other tortures, as well. But surely there's something even he hasn't endured yet."
Angela hummed over the thought for a few minutes.
"What is it you always said?" she inquired, "About the things in this world, I mean?"
"That everything in it is two sides of the same coin. Day and night, man and woman, and at one point I thought angels and demons. I thought that even though they're so different, they still held similarities, and it was possible of the two to become one. But Sebastian's actions proved to me that no matter what angels and demons will forever be on opposite sides of the coin."
Man and woman . . . That pair of opposites made the wheels in Angela's head turn.
"What about childbirth, then?"
Ash raised a brow at the question, "What do you mean?"
"Well, you and I both know that childbirth is possibly the most painful thing any being can endure. You also know it's completely possible for males of any immortal breed to become pregnant."
"Do you mean to tell me we should make Sebastian somehow conceive a child?"
Angela shrugged, "Do you have any other good ideas?"
Ash was silent for a few minutes, thinking things over in his head.
"It is a good idea for a punishment, pain-wise. But how are we even going to get him to conceive a child? Not to mention what makes you so sure he'd even accept the child? Knowing him, he probably wouldn't hesitate to rip it out of the womb the moment he found out. And even if he did go through with the birth, he'd probably abandon it in a heartbeat. It all sounds like a waste of effort, if you ask me."
"Slow down, Ash." Angela urged, "Sebastian may be ruthless and sadistic, but he's got a very big soft spot. I've seen it. It could be possible for him to learn how to grow attached to the child. As for how Sebastian is to conceive it, I was thinking much along the lines of the way the Virgin Mary conceived Jesus."
"Don't make me laugh!" Ash said with a scowl, "To put a holy child in a demon, it cannot be accepted!"
"Not a holy child. The soul of an unborn human child is indigestible to demons. It's why they never attempt to devour one. The soul would develop into a child, but it would take on the qualities of the new parent that's carrying it."
"But how are you to place an unborn child's soul into Sebastian without him knowing what you're up to?"
A smirk crossed Angela's face, "Sebastian has made it a habit of sleeping. He usually only wakes to tend to the Phantomhive manor and every now and then he'll vanish into the demon realm for a week and then return. I could easily place it in him as he's sleeping."
Ash shook his head, "You sound no better than an Incubus. I sure hope you know what you're doing, Angela."
Angela had the soul of an eight week old fetus cradled delicately in her hands. The life it had—the way it moved and the innocence it had—made her smile. If nothing else, she thought, a child would be a great thing for a demon to have; if Sebastian would accept it, that is.
Gently, Angela lowered the soul of the child down into the center of Sebastian's abdomen. Like a ghost drifting through a solid wall, it vanished into the depths of the demon. Angela could still see the light of the soul as the child settled and the light it had slowly faded as the walls of a womb began to provide the new life with shelter.
It was done.
to be continued...
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