Rain poured from the sky in heavy droplets, pitter-pattering on the elongated glass windows of bakeries, clothes stores, and restaurants in the rural skirts of Great Britain. The sky was dark, shielding away the sun and casting a shadow over tiresome towns and upper-class populations.
The darkened green trees rustled against each other as the strong winds whipped and pushed at their branches.
Everyone seemed to be long fled from the streets, snuggling up in their warm and cozy, candle lit homes.
The on-going storm was the cause for this early retire, a cause for everyone except a for a single black silhouetted figure.
The figure sat atop the bell tower of a church. The silhouette was in the shape of a man, filing his nails as he looked out past the hillside, through the dense rain, and at a large mansion hidden upon the trees.
The man had a plastered smirk as he prettied his nails– his long red hair flowing in the wind.
Never submit oneself to the evil. Never fall into apostasy. Thou will end up being eaten, chewed up and spit out– over and over again. The evil grows deep from within one's heart, yes. Once submitted to it, there is no way to get rid of it. Thou will be stuck like a dead body within a casket, buried deep underground with no hopes of ever returning to the surface. The evil will attach itself and feed until there is no more host.
There will be a forever then an abrupt end.
The abrupt end will be painful but quick... Oneself will be sent into horrific darkness without any hopes of entering the gates of the bright above.
If submitted to the evil...
Thou can pray, but will never be heard.
In a dark room that same rainy night, a boy, with ash hair called from his bed.
"Sebastian, stay with me until I fall asleep."
Sebastian Michaelis stopped in his tracks, ready to exit the room but his master's words had frozen him in his tracks.
He turned slightly to glance at the boy, lit candelabra held tightly in his left hand.
The demonic creature couldn't help but to smirk. "My my, are you showing a sign of weakness in front of me, young master?"
The boy snuggled deeper under his covers, face hidden by the white silk. "It is simply an order."
Sebastian quietly walked next to the bed, placing the candelabra on the nightstand once more.
He bent down over the small form of his master's body and whispered, "I will stay by your side forever. Until the end."
With that, he stayed in the same spot obediently until he was certain that his young lord, Ciel Phantomhive, had fallen into a deep slumber.
He had taken the candelabra to extinguish all light from the room as he left, and softly shut the perfectly polished wooden door behind him.
The demon stood there for a moment before placing a hand over his face.
He tried to stifle the chuckle, ending up with a smirk anyways.
What his young master had said earlier that day...
"I am still the head of the Phantomhive manor!"
Such a strong, vengeful soul...
"Sebastian, stay with me until I fall asleep...it is simply an order."
Pathetic affinity.
Dropping his hand from his face, Sebastian mentally corked his smugness away and turned on his heel, passing down the hallway.
Ciel Phantomhive is all mine.
The mansion was quiet. It was always dead quiet at night. There were no mice to make squeaks or any loose floor boards to make creaks. Sebastian had fixed them all.
He did not need the pathetic aspect of sleep at nighttime. So, one could not wander around with squeaking mice or creaky floor boards at night could he? Oh no.
Too bothersome and annoying.
He needed quiet. The darkness deserved it as well.
Sebastian, as quiet as the soft daytime breeze, wandered outside into the back gardens of the Phantomhive manor.
He made his way to a grey stone gazebo, stepping inside and sitting down on the cold stone ground.
The gazebo was covered in twisted vines and thorns, spurting white roses every which way.
The white flowers seemed to glow in the pale moonlight.
It was still raining outside but for the moment the storm had subsided.
Rain or no rain, every night Sebastian would come to this very spot to spend the rest of his free hours alone.
He would shed his mortal-butler form and transform into his normal, soothing demonic form.
His butler clothes shed and he was clothed with skinny black latex-like material covering his hips and legs, his feet forming into sharp high heels. His pale chest was bare, and human-like still, but he wore a cape-like-vest made entirely of black crow feathers that did not zip or close up (keeping his chest exposed as said) and fell all the way to the backs of his ankles. His arms were also covered in that black latex material, like gloves, and his hands were perfectly smooth and sharp with long black nails.
From his back, he sprouted a pair of black feathered wings that spread arm's length. And finally, from a top of his head he grew a pair of little devil horns.
Sebastian stretched, raising his long arms above his head and popped all the tight bones in his body.
He missed his usual-self time to time, and moments like this he cherished.
He couldn't expose his form to Ciel for the fear of being caught or...
No, the second reason wasn't valid.
Sebastian just couldn't get caught.
Not like he would allow that to happen...
Anyways, Ciel had seen him like this once before. The boy wouldn't have forgotten what Sebastian actually looked like so it was useless in reminding him again.
No... Times like this were cherished properly and savored thoroughly. Sebastian enjoyed this.
He would sit in the darkness of the night and admire the moon and the white roses as he thought of Ciel.
Ciel.
The only human in the world that could make him want to put on his butler's uniform every morning and follow his every idiotically stupid command every day until the end.
Until that one day. That one final day when his young master accomplishes his life goal.
Then, and only then, should he take that precious soul of the boys'.
Oh young master.
You make my mouth water.