Hello pretty readers. ^^ This is just a little idea I thought would be amusing to write, hopefully it will be fairly short. It starts off a bit quickly because I'm an impatient writer and this is just me messing around, really. This first chapter is short because... just wanted to write and post it. XD The rating will probably go up for possible sexuality in later chapters. Oh well. :D While reading this, pretend that the second series never happened. I HAVE seen it, I just wanted to write this and it only works if those events never occurred, haha. Please enjoy!

"Sebastian, do you know what today is?" Ciel asked his butler idly as he sorted through the day's mail, a hint of a smile playing over his lips.

Sebastian thought for a moment, but no special date came to mind. "I am sorry, Young Master. I'm afraid I can't think of anything special about today."

Ciel sighed, flicking through various calling cards and business letters. "I'm surprised you don't remember. It's one year to the day that you helped me avenge my parents." He glanced at Sebastian. "And then changed your mind about taking my soul."

Oh yes. Sebastian remembered now. In the back of his mind, something wiggled uncomfortably. He had no regrets about not taking the boy's soul, really. After all, there was always time for that later and at the moment he rather enjoyed the young human's company. He'd really just been procrastinating, but suddenly there was something whispering in his mind that filled him with dread, and he wasn't sure what.

Meanwhile, Ciel had come across an odd, green-bordered envelope that was not addressed to him. "Sebastian... Who is sending you a letter?" He flipped it over, eyeing the emerald wax seal depicting a snake entwined with nine feathers. "What an odd seal..."

Sebastian paused and walked over to examine the letter in Ciel's hands. Before he could see the seal, the young Earl flipped it again, reading the sender's name aloud. "Superior Authority of the Transitioned Angelic Nemesis...?"

"It's pronounced 'Neme-seez', Young Master. It's plural." Sebastian's voice was steady, but his face was paler than usual. He waited anxiously as Ciel examined the envelope curiously.

Finally, the young male handed the letter to the butler. "Open it. I want to know what it says and who these people are."

"I know who they are." Sebastian replied, carefully breaking the wax seal. "They are The Adversary."

"The adversary?"

"With a capital A, Young Master. The Superior Authority of the Transitioned Angelic Nemesis is often shortened to its acronym, which is what it is known by in this world."

Ciel furrowed his brow. "TSAOTTAN?"

"SATAN. You don't use the articles in an acronym, Young Master."

Ciel ignored the bit about English grammar, instead staring at Sebastian with his mouth open. "You mean to tell me that's a letter from the Devil?"

"Of course not. That would be ridiculous, as there is no such thing as 'the Devil'. What humans think is the devil is actually a committee of powerful demons, which is known as SATAN."

"I always knew committees were evil."

"Committees are the work of SATAN."

"My point exactly." Ciel traced the rim of his teacup with a finger. "So why are they writing to you?"

In response, Sebastian opened the envelope, and unfolded the letter inside. The unnamed dread that had been fluttering in the back of his mind took form when he read what was written there. "...it's a court summons."

Ciel reached for the paper to read it. "They have courts in Hell?"

"Of course. We rebelled against the Heavenly dictatorship in order to install a democracy, it's only natural we would have a judicial system. Don't you know how many lawyers are in Hell?"

Ciel chuckled, still reaching for the paper. "Let me see."

Sebastian handed him the letter. Ciel glanced at it, made an annoyed noise, and gave it back. "It's not in English."

Sebastian smiled. "Of course not. It's not any human language."

"Well, it was addressed in English!"

"The majority of the postal service is human, Young Master."

Ciel made another annoyed sound. "What do they want you in court for, anyway?"

Sebastian paused, considering how to word his answer. "They... are displeased with my actions."

"What actions? Have you done something wrong?" Ciel eyed his butler suspiciously.

"It isn't what I've done, Young Master. It's what I haven't done." Sebastian gazed at the young earl sorrowfully. "They are bringing me before the court... because I have not consumed your soul."