"Good night, my Lord."
He heard him whisper, the seemingly ethereal voice, one he had become habituated to, that never failed to conceal its true intentions. Ciel Phantomhive examined the room through comatose eyes, the dim candle light concentrating itself in his butler's gloved grasp. The tails on his coat followed close behind, lightly grazing the back of his slender legs as he made his way to the door, fingers coiled slightly around the door knob. He stood. Scarlet eyes gazed back at the youth before him; they scoured the boy's delicate physique, devouring every miserable inch of him, fearing that his feeble body might collapse under the weight of his vision. Very much like a porcelain doll, azure hair falling over his face in ribbons harmonizing perfectly with the sapphires in his sockets, one of which possessed the evidence of their covenant; a thin lining of pale skin veiling his childlike frame, rosy lips parted ever so slightly as slow breaths escaped through the aperture, and most of all that intoxicating scent. The scent of the young Earl's soul maneuvering itself through every pore, tantalizing the demon like a filthy dog denied of its bone.
This boy, the one who so carelessly signed off his very life in pure desperation. An innocent mind tinted with repugnance, desolation and vengeance. This was just what he craved, what he shamelessly devoted himself to. The soul he so diligently harvested. With a swift notion of cold breath the candles went out. For a demon his movements were graceful, aesthetically pleasing, and even beautiful. He behaved suitable to his master's preferences and desires. Loyalty, flawlessness, and unquestionable servitude were all qualities expected from a Phantomhive servant, expected from him. He could easily comply with that. After all, he was one hell of a butler.
His golden eyes emanated a resplendently radiant luster, equal to that of a rare gem sparkling thousands of leagues beneath the sea, never to be found.
Those gems now scrutinized the foreign territory that was the Phantomhive mansion. His presence was purposely made conspicuous to lure the other demon, a few moments after he had done so, four silver knives tore through the darkness only to be countered. The crow had found the spider. Gold clashed against silver as they brawled, each forceful blow more powerful than the next. Sebastian's eyes widened in astonishment as a deadening grip constricted his wrists. "Faustus.", he muttered under his breath as another gloved hand hovered over his chest, he struggled to no avail; the other monstrosity usually had a disadvantage. What could possibly make today different? He continued, "What business do you have intruding during my young master's hour of slumber?"
Claude Faustus, the Trancy butler kept a tedious appearance. Unneeded glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, failing to conceal the affliction and ungodly lust held behind a demon's gaze. His facial features bore pure havoc hidden by a veil of stoicism only to be recognized by the inhuman. Ashen, almost ghostly skin was soon illuminated by the effulgent eerie glow of his now crimson eyes much like an oil lamp held over a river by a shaking hand, the light dancing clumsily on the surface of the moving current. A twisted grimace placed itself on his face as he traced his digits over the pale skin on Sebastian's neck. "I came to retrieve what is rightfully mine." Claude replied in a low sultry voice. "You will do no such thing. Ciel Phantomhive belongs to me and me only. You will not coax me into handing you the soul I so carefully cultivated, but I don't blame you for finding that frivolous imbecile incapable of satiating your hunger." Sebastian responded with a tinge of sadism in his tone, wearing a self-righteous grin that so perfectly fit his flawless features.
His bocchan possessed quite the intellectual ability for a human child; he was quite impressed, compared to that repulsive blonde. He had to admit, he was proud that his source of nourishment was of great significance, it only made the boy's soul all the more scrumptious. "The boy is not what I came for." They exchanged looks of perplexity and indifference. If he had not come to steal the soul from the human boy sleeping soundly in the confines of his room, what did he want at such a time?