Never will I compromise my own reality. I can feel the cold slinking its way towards me, the great black shadow rise up in front of my eyes. There are some kinds of pain that cling and no matter how much you twist and turn, they will not be shaken. This is that pain. My hands, bound in merciless chains at my sides, clench as I try to escape the agony of the burn. The Occult brand, the filthy mark that has been engraved into my skin. In the torturous days, I hear a voice calling out to me. It is not a kind voice. Each whispered word sends trembles through my bones, but I must know. Then I hear it clearly.
Death.
If the light curses me, then I will be blessed by the dark. I will not submit to fear. I will not surrender. I am Ciel Phantomhive, and I know my place in this game. Until I am utterly spent, I will fight, and I will win.
The demon's crimson eyes bore into mine like a raven's bladed beak drilling into decaying flesh. I stare back into those eyes, allowing the blackness to surround me until I am no longer afraid.
"Demon. I offer my soul to you. Grant me my victory, and my revenge."
The cold laughter did not shake me.
Not even his touch could deter me from my hatred. Not even the agony, as he set his seal upon my eye.
"You shall obey every command I give you. And this is my first order to you: Kill them all."
And as the darkness took human form, I heard the voice sound again. But this time, it was a beautiful and cold melody, a song from thousands of years ago.
"Yes, my lord."