A/N: So during my boredom, I picked Kurohitsuji chapters back up again and decided it's time to do a PoT version using my one and only OTP. I hope you'll all enjoy it with my own twists, and interpretations because I still remember why I love Ciel so much since he reminds me so much of our dear prince Ryoma.

This was another story for my anniversary that I held back since I hadn't yet sat down with my muse and contemplated where to go with this yet. But on a spur of the moment I thought, "why not!" and just went with it. Hope you all enjoy this story as much as the three others I've brought you so far as well.

Revenge is…

Rated: M

Summary: Funny how selling your soul to the demon could seem like nothing when you want to extend your hell to those who benefitted from your suffering. THRILL

Prologue: Death, Is Only The Beginning

Tokyo, Japan

Warehouse

Decisions were usually made in a split second.

Sure, people can say decisions are usually debated over days at a time before coming to a conclusion but the fact remains that the human mind makes an immediate one before a logical one comes to mind. Usually when under pressure, one chooses themselves over others and in the worst of situations, even an angel can become a demon.

I usually ignored such requests that weren't made specifically towards me, but in this one case, boredom struck me and I answered on a whim…

Little did I know what this one brat could do-

"Someone…. Help…"

XxX

Tokyo, Japan

"Well you know I adore you even with that attitude," The woman said fondly as she turned slightly to view him over her shoulder.

"Hn…" Her male companion merely uttered though a smirk that graced the sensual line of his lips in amusement.

The male adjusted his suit effortlessly in one motion while turning slightly to stare out the window oblivious to the girls and woman's who stared and followed his every step if they could. Despite his oblivious nature to the opposite sex and partiality to either slack off really bad or work really hard depending on his mood couldn't stop many from admiring the man.

"Ryoma?"

"Hm?" Ryoma responded, turning his golden eyes upon the women who walked ahead of him.

"Are you happy?" She asked turning fully towards the male. She had to admit the clean cut of his suit gave an appealing view of what he had to offer underneath from this view.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Ryoma responded with a half smile to the petite woman.

"Hn…" She sighed out as she turned away to watch the people that passed by on the streets one level below from them.

"Aren't you?" Ryoma asked with a side-long look at the woman staring out the window. He watched the sunlight hit her black hair and make it look brown. Her hand unconsciously traced the glass in circles as her long lashes covered her violet eyes when she stared at her feet in thought. Miyo had always been beautiful in his eyes.

"I am," Miyo said with a small smile towards Ryoma all of a sudden.

Miyo was a special person to Ryoma. She had always been the only girl besides his cousin Nanako and his mother whom he could stand. Her parents and his had been great friends and business associates ever since Ryoma could remember. So when their parents went on a cruise that sunk in a storm taking everyone on board with it, they sought comfort in each other.

Both of them were the only child of each family and left well-off. They were sole owners of vast companies, multiple properties around the world, and the vast amount of money that came with it. Thankfully, they were raised to take control of the companies and assets one day so they didn't struggle with their positions but they faced much opposition. They were ridiculed for not knowing anything because they were young teenagers, chased after by fortune hunters and people looking to take over their fortunes and not taken seriously by other people when they made executive decisions for their companies. SO they promised to be with one another and swearing they'd stick together through thick and thin. That meant getting married at eighteen and investing everything in each other and their company.

Six years later, they were now twenty-three and part of the top ten strongest companies in Japan.

"I have to go pick up our son from school…" Miyo stated in a muffled voice as she buried herself into Ryoma's arms and scent.

"Come on," Ryoma said facing her towards the direction of his car. "I have to get back to work and so do you then."

Miyo smiled and started to walk. She was thankful to have such a capable husband sometimes but despite all his good that showed in their son, his bad habits of being bossy and smug also showed.

Ryoma sighed a bit as he watched his wife pick up her brisk, business walk and disappear behind the corner towards his car.

"Ryoma!"

He hurried towards Miyo when he heard her frantic yell only to feel something connect on the back of his neck. He saw black and nothing else….

XxX

Tokyo, Japan

A splitting pain ripped through Ryoma as he gained consciousness. He groaned slightly but forced himself to snap to attention when he heard his wife's terrified scream.

He tried to move but felt himself bound and once he focused enough he was in shock at the scene in front of him.

They were in some kind of warehouse with thousands of candles and a huge symbol on the floor. A group of people in dark robes were present and Ryoma knew they were all going to die, especially the one busy pumping himself into his wife who was held on the floor in the middle of the room.

"He's awake…" A gruff voice said to the others.

"Who the fuck are you guys?" Ryoma asked ignoring the pain as he tried to focus. "Let my wife go."

"She's being prepared…" a male voice that was vaguely familiar said approaching Ryoma.

"What the-"

"She'll bring all our dreams to reality!" The man said with a hint of happiness in his voice.

"You're crazy…"

"She needs to be sacrificed…"

"Let her go! You aren't fucking sacrificing her!" Ryoma said struggling.

"Ryoma…." Miyo said looking over at him. She looked tired and beaten and he felt a rage build within himself at the sight of his beautiful, spirited wife broken in front of him.

A man circled slowly around Miyo and before she could react or Ryoma could struggle again, he drew a blade with ancient scriptures carved onto it above his head and over Miyo's naked body.

Miyo's pained scream and Ryoma's roar of denial melded into one as two men held his chair down since it was moving from all his struggling. Blood spilled down the table and onto the sign on the floor that glowed mysteriously.

"Accept our sacrifice lord and grant us your power!" many of the hooded people spoke as they knelt and awaited the person they worshipped. "Her soul is yours!"

"Pathetic…" Miyo said rising from the table she was placed on… her wound had sealed and she was now staring at everyone with dark eyes… not her violet ones.

"Miyo?" Ryoma whispered.

"No longer…" one beside him whispered. "My lord demon is now within her."

"God…." Ryoma uttered. "Save us from this…"

The people paid no attention to his uttering as they untied him and brought him forth to who was no longer his Miyo… but like a marionette doll, she spoke and looked very much like his Miyo.

For a man who never prayed since the day he prayed that his parent's souls were at peace, he was willing to fall to his knees now and pray. He sent prayers, pleas, and threats to his maker in vain but the only answer he got was a searing pain that entered his belly. He glanced down and realized one of the people had stabbed him all the way to the hilt of the sword. It must have been his survival skills at work, or maybe adrenaline but in a moment's retaliation, he pulled the knife out and embedded it into the nearest person's neck.

"He's got spirit…" Miyo voice reached his ear. "Don't worry….death is only t he beginning…"

Ryoma fought the numbing pain he felt but he fell to his knees pulling the knife out of the person to use as protection. Never had he ever thought he'd be like a wild animal caged and fighting for his very breath. Despite it all, Ryoma still prayed to anything that would listen.

"Anybody… somebody…help…"

"There's no one who would my dear…" Miyo voice cooed to him though the eyes were pitched black staring at him.

"Even with the price of your soul?"

"For Miyo's revenge for the freedom of her soul…anything…" Ryoma answered though he had no idea how the voice even evaded into his thoughts and the others in the room seemed not to have heard. If he was dying anyways, what else mattered.

"Omoshiro…."

xXx

And so my bored days ended and my burdens began… within those golden eyes that fought for survival, I sealed a contract of souls, of forever within those eyes that amused me with defiance.

A/N: thus begins Ryoma's vengeful quest. Do review and we'll officially begin it next chapter?