Damned to Hell
CielXOC
Chapter 1:
First Comes an Alliance
? ? ?'s POV:
I hate this place.
It's filthy, stinking of death. I hate these people. They've hurt me, and the others. How long have I been here? There are not windows, so I can't tell if it's day or night. I want to be free. I want to kill these beasts clothed in human forms and take the others with me. Mark my words, you swine, your crimes shall only bring you a terrible fate. You will not receive the eternal life and wealth you so greedily desire, only pain and death. I hope you all burn in Hell.
Oh? What have they there? A new boy? He's pretty cute, with bluish-black hair and beautiful blue eyes. But he's so thin! He can't me much older than me. Wait. Why are they opening my cage? Don't tell me you're putting this little lamb in the same cage as a wolf like me?! You are? We, it's your funeral. After all, you were stupid enough to open my cage for even a second. The moment the boy is thrown in, I gripped the arm of the man that chained us by the ankles and bit hard, tearing through clothing, flesh, and bone. Heeheehee! His screams of pain are so funny! Well, crap. Now they're coming at me with that damn whip again. Before they can hit me, I make sure to shield the boy, even with my body. One... two... three... four... five...six. They stop at six. Oh? Are you perhaps beginning to realize just what you're dealing with? No? Well, you swine will learn in due time. Because if you dare put this boy on that alter, I will kill you all.
As the man with the whip moves away, the man with the branding iron comes into view. I hate this fiend. He has to brand me every now and again since my scars always heal. But I know why he's here now. They want to brand the boy. I hold him protectively, growling in warning. "Back away from the lamb, Ri," the leader ordered. "Let us brand our new lamb with the mark of the noble beast."
"Go roll in shit," I snarled, showing my teeth, which were sharper than most humans'. "Do you honestly think I'll let you hurt him?"
"But we're not hurting him," the leader said stupidly. "We're making him so much lovelier!"
"Go burn in Hell, bastard!" I couldn't help sneering. These swine sicken me. I want to tear them apart, as I did the man who put this frail boy in here with me./em But before I can react, arms reach through the bars and pull me and the boy away from each other. I struggled violently as the boy screamed in pain, the red-hot iron searing his milky flesh. I'll kill them. I'll rip them into pieces and splatter their brains all over the walls! I WILL KILL THEM ALL!
The hands holding us in place disappear, but as the boy collapses and curls into the fetal position, a grab the nearest wrist and rip off another man's arm from his weak body, relishing his scream of pain. Oh? It belonged to the man who branded us? Wonderful!
"That's ten more, Ri!" the leader barked, as I was lashed through the bars again. At last, they left me and the boy alone.
"What is this horrible place?" the boy asked in a trembling voice.
"Just that - a horrible place," I responded darkly. "These adults intend to summon a devil to do their bidding, and they use innocent children as sacrificial lambs. But, as I'm not innocent in most definitions of the word, they can't use me. You saw me tear at them like the pieces of meat they are. When I break out, I'll kill them all. Not even God will recognize them when I'm done with them. If there is such a thing as God, that is."
"Wh-Who are you?" the boy asked.
"I am called Ri by these swine. You, however, will call me Arimena," I answered. "I have no last name."
"Then, how about Phantomhive?" the boy suggested. "I'm Ciel Phantomhive, and I'm claiming you as my big sister!"
I couldn't help but smirk as I pulled my long fringe that hid my violet eyes out of my face. "Arimena Phantomhive... that does have a nice ring to it," I said. "And if you are claiming me as your sister, turnabout is fair play." I crawled toward him, grabbing his wrist. I bit the pad of his thumb, then my own, and pressed them together, letting my blood enter him, and his own enter me. "I have no family of my own, except you. This will bind us by blood. Now, I too, am a Phantomhive. And I won't let these swine hurt my dear brother."
Ciel smiled weakly, then fainted. I licked up the blood, and my saliva healed out twin cuts. Get some sleep, brother, I said in my mind. I'll get us out of here somehow. I promise.
About a month later, on January 14th...
"Let him go, dammit!"
I roared as I struggled against the bars of my cage, while the swine dragged a flailing Ciel toward the sacrificial alter. "Let go of my brother!"
"Shut that brat up!" one of them shouted. Suddenly, I heard Ciel cry out in pain. My eyes widened in horror as I saw blood pour from his tiny frame. Then they put him back in our cage, unconscious. They hurt my Ciel. My Ciel. Mine. Make them pay. Make them bleed. MAKE THEM BURN! I finally managed to break the bars, when I heard a new voice. One that seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place the face.
"My, my, what a tiny master this is," the voice said. It was clearly male. I saw the shadows around us thicken, and a creature was formed by them. "You have summoned me here today. That much cannot be change. And what you have sacrificed can never be regained."
The being approached us, and while then cultists clamored for eternal life and wealthy, he reached out to a now very conscious Ciel. And... to me. The being smiled at me, then turned his eyes to Ciel as we took his hands. "Now... choose."
"...Then I choose!" Ciel said firmly, as blood ran from his right eye. When he opened it, the mark of a Faustian Covenant was engraved upon his iris and pupil. "I command you! Kill them!"
The being, a demon I would say, his eyes flashed bright purple, and I'm pretty sure my own flashed as well.
"Yes, My Lord."
"Yes, dear brother." We had spoken at the same time, and as the demon turned to carry out the order, I ripped the bar I'd broken off the cage, giving me room to escape. One of the swine tried to attack me, but his desperation was no match for the rage and fury of a sister protecting her brother. I ripped him limb from limb before tearing his throat out. Kill. Kill. Kill them all! The mantra echoed through my head, and I couldn't help but laugh at those boors' faces as they twisted in utter terror. I laughed as they begged and pleaded for mercy, cowering like crippled mice in a corner.
"You showed the others not a shred of mercy.
So what makes you think you'll see any for yourselves?"
It went on like that until the demon and I both grabbed the same man by opposite arms and ripped him in half. The demon smirked at me. "For a half-demon, and a young one at that, you are skilled at vicious attacks," he said.
I couldn't help staring at him like he'd grown two heads. "That would actually explain quite a lot." I said, putting together the strange bits and pieces of my life before today. My lust for spilt blood, my super-human strength, my ability to heal quickly, the demonic voice in the back of my head demanding that I kill. "But, at least those bastards have now paid half-way for what they've done to me and the others," I said as I walked toward the cage and helped Ciel out. He was so malnourished, he barely had the strength to stand. I wasn't much better off, physically, but I felt better now that I'd let off some steam.
"Half-way?" the demon asked.
"They hurt my Ciel. My Ciel. Mine. Make them pay. Make them bleed. Make them burn." I said, quoting the voice in my head that had commanded me to kill. "They have bled, as he has. Now, they must burn, as he and I have been."
The demon smirked widely. "I believe I can help with that," he said, then turned to Ciel. "What is your name?" he asked.
"Ciel. Ciel Phantomhive, successor to the title of Earl Phantomhive," Ciel said, confidence filling his eyes. He pointed to me. "This is my adoptive sister, Arimena Phantomhive."
"Oh, ho? In that case, I must take a form befitting the servant of an Earl..." the demon said, emerging from his cover of shadows. As he did, the pointy stiletto boots with curled toes became dress-shoes, and the demon was dressed in a butler's uniform, complete with the tailcoat. He was handsome by all accounts, with black hair, fair skin, and blood-red eyes. If only I was grown, and not 12! The demon bowed, and said, "Now, command me of anything you like, my little lord."
