Fire. Fire ranged over the buildings and through the fields burning everything. Women screamed, children screamed, and men… vicious scoundrels of men laughed. Their forms danced in the firelight, distorting their images into something utterly grotesque. A boy sat pressed against the edge of the lone unburned building half-hidden by tall grass. His eyes were wide as he took in the sights before him, and his appearance looked innocent but his heart was utterly unsurprised. In fact, his heart somehow took pride that these men were so foolish as to burn down everything just to find him. He supposed he should feel flattered.
The figures of men were approaching the field of tall grass. Before long they'd be able to see him, the boy stood his ground. If they were to finally kill him now, then so be done with it. He didn't need to live in this hellhole of a world anyway. A shiver ran down his spine as he looked up at the moon, wondering if there was truly angels out there… and if this was their punishment. Foolishness.
The boy turned and ran. He knew it was pointless, eventually they'd find him. They always did. What did it matter to him how many people had suffered all to find and kill him? Kill him because he was unnaturally talented at everything he did, because he was relentless and beyond his years? He grew weary of this game that he was playing. He grew tired of constantly fleeing because he hadn't quite grown as quickly as he thought he would. His body was young, although his mind was very old. And for that reason he was running, running, running…
Then it came, that sudden mistake that proved that deep down he wasn't as inhuman as everyone had thought. His foot caught, and he fell with a loud thump. In an instant they were upon him, and those hands grabbed at him. He would not scream, he would not beg. He didn't say a word as they tied him and carried him to the fire. That burning endless inferno. It would hurt worse this time, he knew. They tied him to a thick wooden shaft of that lone un-burning building. Ironically the building that was supposed to save all humanity; to save humans themselves from burning… a tall church. They lit the fire to his bonds, and he closed his eyes tight as the burning started, pain piercing him over and over. The church went up in flames, and he knew that this would go unpunished.
He did not scream. Instead he turned to look at them, his body burning as his eyes grew brighter then the cherry-colored coals below him. "You will pay." He promised, "God might forgive you, but I won't." His laugh was soft and haunted as it filled the burning night, growing louder and louder as his body burned…
He lay suspended above an ocean of downy white feathers. There was something about the boy's face that reminded him so much of him, so much so that a very uncommon surge of curiosity surged through him. There was something about the boy in general that reminded him of himself... this boy named Ciel was no normal child. Determination, and the common hatred of humanity is what fueled the child and he found himself drawn to that. Sins had long gone repented, and he had been allowed a measure of peace somewhere in his dark world where he existed. But this was too tempting, and he knew he would have more sins to atone for later.
He also knew that it no longer mattered; he would live again in this new time. Only this time we would be a talented man, fearless, a guardian. And he'd also be one hell of a butler.