The blood-curling screams ricocheted through the mansion's dark, hollow corridors. Elizabeth's friend, Mabel, lie writhing on the floor. The twelve-year-old girl had run into the wrong crowd, a cult that had successfully invoked a demon; a demon that was currently possessing her. A few words were exchanged between butler and master before Ciel nodded toward Sebastian and put an arm around his crying fiancé, escorting her out of the room. Already knowing Ciel's wishes, Sebastian closed his eyes and concentrated; mentally reaching out to anyone willing to listen on the astral plane.

In an instant, the eavesdropper had materialized. In a flux of feathers, the angel appeared to the demon. He was in stark contrast to him, his fair hair fell in loosely reaching past his shoulder-blades and his eyes a torrent of blue; he was also at least five inches shorter than his demonic counterpart. Sebastian's expression was amused.

"In need of assistance?" he asked.

"A bit unheard of, but yes. I find myself in need of some supporting spiritual energy."

Sebastian could tell he was a relatively new spirit; an experienced angel on their own would stay ten thousand leagues away from a predatory demon like himself. Not only that, but he could tell by his aura that his adult form was forced… on the astral plane he would surely appear younger. Even so he also lacked a healthy angelic glow or sun-kissed complexion, betraying his neutrality almost similar to those of the grim reapers. Too unbiased to serve his in-born cause, but too fluffy for hell or reaper duties; his off-white shroud further reflected this. At least he was chalk-full of the potential power the demon required.

The angel glanced at the tortured girl on the floor and Sebastian sensed his need for reassurance.

"This is the only way to save her, you see," he explained simply.

He knew the devil was right.

"You agree not to consume her soul?"

"I'm afraid there is nothing appetizing about another demon eating her from the inside out, I merely ask for a power boost in freeing her."

There was a pause to consider the situation.

"Done," he replied curtly as he relinquished his wings and began to pour his consecrated energy into him.

Sebastian felt the hand on his shoulder and channeled the energy and began the excruciating process of prying the other demon's grip from the poor soul. The angel could endure the first several minutes, but past that things began to get fuzzier and fuzzier. Soon he was seeing double, his equilibrium thrown off enough bring him to his knees; his hand loosely gripping the other's slacks, still attempting to transfer his power.

The butler quickly became aware of the angel's current state. His eyes narrowed, disgusted at the creature's weakness. His perseverance was admirable, but he lacked in actual power. One last deafening shriek and the deed was done. Sebastian felt the seraph slide further onto the floor; a dull thud and he was out, his grip on the demon's ankle going limp.

He swept across the polished floor and gathered the corpse in his arms before stepping outside to report to his master of their bittersweet success. Ciel comforted a traumatized Elizabeth before moving to call the authorities as his butler excused himself to "clean up". The demon returned to the room of the collapsed angel, standing over his lifeless body.

For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, he was free from doing the ethical approach. The winged messenger was as neutral as any soul reaper, but by class he was a sworn enemy. Still, every angel had a choir. Whether they had fallen into neutrality or not they would avenge him, and he'd rather not be pestered by an entire legion during his current contract.

Even so, he could not just leave an immortal being just lying on the Persian rug.

With another loathing glare, he collected the angel with one hand under the knees, the other around the shoulders, wilted arms dangling, the torso gently tucked against his chest. At least he was completely drained of energy at this point. Channeling it was certainly not the most pleasant of sensations… the essence left an overall searing sensation while being converted, but he was well-rehearsed in masking pain with a calm smile.

And he was well-rehearsed in hiding unbridled revulsion.

The butler presented the creature to Ciel, explaining the situation before being given the orders to put the celestial in the guest bedroom. Sebastian followed orders despite the angel's repulsing aura starting to grow back. By the time he was placing the angel on the bed his mouth had twisted into a snarl. He was so weak and defenseless in this state, and it tempted the demon.

Before he did anything irrational he tore himself away from the bedside, away from the guest room, away from that particular wing of the mansion. Unfortunately because Sebastian had channeled his energy the angel's aura would linger on him like a scent for weeks. He was certain by the time the angel had regained consciousness he would be gone, which angered him even more that it wasn't that easy to get rid of the damn thing's actual essence on himself. The last thing he would need is to be sensed by another spiritual being wearing Ode de Angel.

What a horrid day this was becoming.

Okay, so… should I continue? This was based off a dream so it doesn't go much further than this, Imight be able to get another chapter out of this before I'd have to start making shit up… all it takes is one review for me to continue.