Hello! I'm BlueMoonBrightStars. This is my first Black Butler fanfic.

FYI, I've never read the BB manga, only seen the anime. I'm going off information gained from watching the show :) However I may or may not change details/facts about the show and characters.

This story takes place after the end of the second season, where Ceil is a demon and poor Sebastian is bound to him forever.

~I don't own Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji~

"As if you've ever cared about anyone," Ceil scoffed. He was sitting, bored to death, with his demon butler. Now that Ceil was a demon as well, and his thirst for revenge had been quenched, he had no idea what he was going to do. And he had forever to decide.

"You presume too much, master," Sebastian murmured.

This caught Ceil's interest, and his one blue eye widened as he looked up at his dark butler. "What was that?"

Sebastian gave his usual smile. "With all due respect, young master, your new demon ears should have no trouble hearing me."

Ceil ignored the jibe. "Are you saying you actually care about someone?"

"You seem to be putting words into my mouth, master. I simply said you assume too much about me."

Ceil was done with his butler's games. He wanted an answer, and so he was going to get one. "Sebastian, you have been ordered to answer me truthfully. Do you or do you not care about someone other than myself?"

For a brief instant, the demon's eyes blazed a burning pink, but then he composed him self and got down on a knee to bow. "As you wish, young master. The answer to your question is... Yes. I do."

Ceil thought on this. "Who?"

His butler was quiet for a long time. Just as Ceil was about to repeat his question, this time in the form of an order, he spoke. "Her name... Is Celeste."

"Odd name," Ceil acknowledged. "How did you come to care for someone? Another demon, is she?"

Sebastian sighed. "Best watch your curious nature, master. It'll get you into trouble one of these days."

Ceil merely raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.

Sebastian nodded, understanding the unspoken order. "Yes, my lord. Demons have difficulty... Liking others enough to conceive children. In order to assure the survival of our species, each demon is born with a predestined mate. Celeste is my mate. And no, she is not a demon."

"Human, then."

"There you go, presuming things again. No, she's not human."

"Reaper?"

Sebastian shook his head.

Ceil threw up his hands. "What on earth could she be, then?"

Sebastian chuckled at his young master, then became serious. "She is... An angel."

Far away from the child demon and his butler, Celeste watched, unseen, as the Lady Elizabeth prepared for bed. As a guardian angel, Celeste couldn't be seen by the humans unless she wanted to be. Her job was to protect and help her Lady Elizabeth, and make her happy. As an angel, she loved almost everyone, but she especially adored her Lady.

A lock of her midnight hair fell from its braid and drifted into her pale sea-green eyes. She brushed it aside and continued to watch her lady. She and her maid were having an...interesting conversation.

"Paula, do you believe in angels?" Lizzie asked as Paula undid her pigtails.

"Of course, my lady," Paula answered faithfully.

"I mean guardian angels. Angels that protect people, and look out for them. Do you suppose those exist?"

Celeste smiled and nodded, although they couldn't see.

"I don't know, my lady," Paula replied as she slipped the nightgown over her mistress's head. "I suppose they might be."

"Do you think Ceil has one?" she pushed.

Celeste smiled sadly at her sweet lady's question. Ceil had lost his angel the moment he'd made a contract with... Him. Celeste hated to think of that poor child being protected only by that hungry demon, but there was nothing she could do. He had willingly given up his soul.

"If they exist, I'm sure he has one," Paula assured with a small smile. Celeste loved how cheerful the brunette always was. "Now it's time for bed, mistress."

Celeste watched as the blonde was helped into bed. As Paula said her goodnights and prepared to leave the room, her guardian angel, Estella, drifted over to bid Celeste farewell.

"Are you worrying over the lady's betrothed again?" the sweet-tempered Estella inquired gently. Her straight, blonde hair drifted over her shoulder and brushed Celeste's bare arm. Celeste was one of the few angels who had no desire to dress similarly to the humans. She was wearing a tight, sleeveless, blue shirt and black leather pants. Scandalous according to some angels, but Celeste wasn't wearing it to attract men.

"Am I so easy to read?" she asked with a small smile.

"I recognize that expression," Estella replied. Since Paula and Elizabeth were so close, their angels spent a lot of time together and had become very good friends, and knew each other very well.

Celeste sighed. "Oh, Estella, I simply can't help it. Aren't you worried about him? He's only a child, after all!"

"Of course I'm worried," Estella admitted, "But what can we do? After all, he knew full well what he was getting into."

"Yes, but there must be some way to save him!"

Estella smiled sadly. "Try not to think about it. We can't save everyone, Celeste. Good night."

She left the room along with Paula, leaving Celeste alone with her lady. She had to stay and watch over her until Elizabeth fell asleep, but her lady was restless tonight. Celeste smiled kindly and shook her head at Elizabeth's tossing and turning. She softly walked forward and knelt at her lady's bedside. She laid a pale hand on Elizabeth's forehead. Angels couldn't talk to their charges, but they could influence emotions and thoughts. Celeste gently pushed Elizabeth towards calmness and peace in an effort to get her to sleep.

As she did so, she absentmindedly reached back and stroked a soft white feather on her wing. Perhaps after Elizabeth fell asleep she'd fly for a bit. Flying always helped clear her head.

"I believe in you, my angel," Elizabeth murmured sleepily.

Celeste smiled and shushed her gently, although she couldn't hear it.

Lizzie's sad green eyes began to flutter slightly, and Celeste continued to soothe her.

"If you are real, angel, then would you help Ceil?"

"Would that make you happy, my lady?" Celeste asked, knowing Elizabeth wouldn't respond. Still, there was so much sadness in her voice and eyes...

"My Ceil... I just want him to be happy. An angel could do that for him. I certainly don't need a guardian... Please take care of him in my place, if you are real..." Her eyelids fluttered shut, and a moment later she was breathing in slow, deep breaths, signifying that she was asleep.

Celeste smiled down at the sleeping girl. She moved her hand from Lizzie's forehead and placed it on her chest. "You truly have a pure heart, my lady."

Although Elizabeth couldn't have known this, by asking Celeste to make Ceil happy, she had given Ceil back something he'd lost when he'd made a contract with a demon: a guardian angel. Celeste would be leaving her precious lady, and although it saddened her, she knew leaving her was the best choice. Elizabeth would be assigned another angel, but without Celeste, Ceil would spend more time with only the demon looking out for him, something Celeste wouldn't allow. Not if she could help it.

"Goodbye, my Elizabeth. I'll see you again some day," she swore. Then she leaned down and pressed a kiss onto the top of her blonde curls.

She stood and strode over to the the window, flaring her wings. With a few powerful flaps, she passed through the wall as if it weren't there, and began souring through the night. A guardian angel existed to make their charges happy. If Ceil's happiness was Elizabeth's, then Celeste was going to ensure he was happy. For her lady.

Bard, Finny, and Mey-rin were unsure of what to do next. They were still living in the Phantomhive manor, still tending to the gardens and cleaning the many rooms. They didn't know what else they could do. They wouldn't burn it as Ceil had suggested before his mysterious departure, and they couldn't just leave the place they had come to call home. For all of them, especially Finny, this was the only place they truly had happy memories.

Currently, they were sitting down to a late, but fancy (although burnt) dinner Bard had prepared. One advantage of having no master was that they were able to sit at the main table, sleep outside of the servants' quarters, and spend their days doing as they pleased.

Finny thanked Bard for the meal and went outside. He didn't have to spend his time gardening, but he still felt happiest outdoors.

It was a warm night, with fireflies flickering lazily and a sky full of stars. Finny closed his eyes and smiled. When he opened them again, he let out a high-pitched scream.

"What is it?" Bard yelled from inside.

"What's wrong?" Mey-rin cried, coming outside.

"I'm sorry, did I startle you?" the stranger asked, her voice so pure it almost hurt their ears.

"A bit, but I'm fine!" Finny squeaked nervously and a little over-excitedly. He still hadn't much experience with girls, and this one seemed especially pretty.

She had wavy blue-black hair and wide sea green eyes. She had high cheekbones, slightly flushed against her snow white skin. With her ruby red lips, Finny thought she looked like Snow White. Bard whistled under his breath.

"That's good," she said. "I'm sorry to show up so late at night, but I'm looking for someone. This is the Phantomhive manor, correct?"

"Yes, who are you?" Mey-rin asked.

"Oh, please forgive my rudeness. My name is Celeste Azrael. I was sent here by my mistress... I really need to speak with Ceil Phantomhive."

"Oh yeah? And who's this mistress of yours?" Bard demanded.

"Ceil's fiancé, Elizabeth Midford... You do know of her, don't you?"

"Lady Elizabeth sent you? Why didn't you just say so?" Finny piped up. "Come right in!"

Celeste smiled at him. "Thank you so much for your hospitality. I know it's last-minute."

Bard chuckled nervously. "Mey-rin, please show Celeste here in."

As she did so, he grabbed Finny's arm and pulled him aside. "What're you thinking? The young master disappeared with that butler! What do you propose we tell her?"

"Oh!" Finny squeaked, "I hadn't thought of that! But, Lady Elizabeth knows the master was leaving, doesn't she?"

"You better hope so," Bard replied, "Because you're doing the talking."

"Oh, let me help you with that!" Celeste exclaimed just a second too late. The tea set crashed to the floor and shattered into a thousand sharp shards of glass.

"Oh dear, oh dear, that's the third set this month!" Mey-rin chattered nervously.

Celeste smiled as she knelt to help clean the pieces. She had shadowed Elizabeth here many times without being seen, and knew the clumsy redhead meant well. Her guardian angel, a blue-eyed brunette, smiled down at Mey-rin with parental affection and waved at Celeste. Even in "human" form (where her wings were hidden) Celeste could see other angels where nobody else could.

"Everyone makes mistakes. It's all right," Celeste comforted the bumbling maid.

"Oh, thank you, ma'am. But you really don't have to- I mean, I can-"

"It's all right," she repeated soothingly. Her angel senses told her the other two servants, Baldroy and Finnian, were coming up behind her, but, in an effort to appear more human, she didn't turn.

"Another one?" a male voice asked. She recognized the accent as Baldroy's. She admired and respected the Phantomhive chef, and turned to smile. Then there was dear, sweet Finny, who had been through so much pain yet still managed to be so sunny and kind. Behind them trailed their two guardian angels, both male (guardian angels always matched their charge's genders). They nodded in greeting.

"Here, I'll help." Finny offered.

With much sighing, Bard eventually started helping as well. As soon as the glass had been cleaned, Celeste straightened again, along with the three servants.

"Sorry again, everybody," Mey-rin said.

"No harm done. But I really do need to speak with your master," Celeste replied.

"Eh, yeah, about that..." Bard stammered. "Finny, tell 'er."

"Oh! Right, um... The young master still hasn't returned from his...travels. He left a few weeks ago with Sebastian, you see, and we don't know when he'll be back."

"Is that so?" Celeste asked kindly, but on the inside she was panicking. Had he achieved whatever goal that demon had promised him, and was his soul already gone? Celeste desperately hoped not. He was only a child, and she hadn't had her chance to save him. "Do you happen to know where they went?"

"Nah, those two never told us anything," Bard scoffed.

"I'm so sorry we couldn't be of more help. What does Lady Elizabeth want from the young master?" Mey-rin asked.

"Oh, she wanted to make sure he was happy," Celeste said. As an angel, she couldn't lie, so she told the truth without telling the whole truth.

The servants looked a bit confused, but before they could question further, she politely excused herself. "I'm sorry, but if young Phantomhive isn't here, I really must be going. Have a good night." She offered them a sweet smile.

The three confusedly stammered their goodbyes.

As Celeste walked out, through the well-maintained gardens, she heard a man call out from behind her. "Oy! Celeste?"

At first, she thought it was Bard, but when she turned, she saw Finny's guardian angel jogging towards her.

He was tall and handsome (as all male angels were) with dirty blonde hair and navy blue eyes.

"Yes?"

He shook his head. "Not here. They might see you."

Together they walked along until they were out of the servants' sights.

"My name's Richard. I've seen you with Lady Elizabeth. You're her angel, aren't you?"

"Was," Celeste corrected. "She wished for me to make Ceil happy."

Richard's eyes widened. "So... You're Ceil's now?"

"Yes. I'm here to make him happy... Until the day he dies."

Richard shook his head sadly. "Oh, Celeste, I'm so sorry..."

"What? Why?" Celeste asked confusedly. Then she gasped. "Has his soul already been consumed?" When Richard didn't answer, she grabbed the collar of his white shirt frantically. "Well, has it?"

"You mean, you don't know?" he asked.

"Tell me, Richard!"

Richard gently took her hand in both of his. "Celeste, I'm afraid... You're bound to a demon. Forever."

Like it? I know it's not perfect, but I did enjoy writing it. Unfortunately I didn't feel like proofreading today, so please forgive any mistakes.

Chapter 2 should be up soon.

Please review! I even like constructive criticism. However reasonless hate will be deleted.