A Kuroshitsuji fanfic
Pairing: SebCiel.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji.
A/N: This is something I wrote 3, 4 years ago, posted under another account, but now I'm organizing things so I'll be moving all of them here. Oh and I'm not a native speaker, and I have no beta. Any of the mistakes are mine and I'll be glad if you point them out. Read and Review, thank you :)
When I met my master.
To all you human being, this might be the strangest, most unbelievable story you have ever had even a rare chance to hear. The story itself is of the contract that I act as a loyal , humble butler by my master side. Well, I may hint you beforehand that I'm no ordinary butler in the 19th century. I'm a demon butler who made a contract with my master, the Earl of Phantomhive who served under the reign of queen Victoria.
Perhaps you might have heard of a world of demons that can live for hundred years, it is often known as or called "Hell". Being a demon means all we can devour is a soul from one's body – the darker the soul is the better it tastes. From long ago, I was a demon with great appetite, I made contract with numerous of people whom wishes are as low as their pathetic lives. A house, a girl's virginity or corpses of their enemies - None of those is worth mentioning - even names are forgetable. And afterward, their souls are mine. For years,what I had been repeatedly doing were signing the contract, granting their wishes then calmly sucking their souls away. Until the point of boredom that led me to a humorous idea of having fun for myself which included stop having plain meals day after day to search for a true high-class. And thus, I became a butler, more precisely, as a "human" being named "Sebastian Michaelis".
It was a night five years ago, the night when we made our contract. We encountered eachother in a very unpredictable evening – which happened days before the contract – when the sun had set, the time when beasts escape from the land of shadow and start hunting for their prey. I saw him as a kidnapped child whose parents - According to those who were at the ceremony had proudly bragged to eachother - are dead in a fire . The boy was shaking with barely any clothes left on his body, his eyes were filled with fear as he sat in the corner of a rusty old cage. As I could recall, it was an image of a kneeling figure of a worm on the ground.
Our second encounter was two months after our first. He was lying on the sacrifice table, his body was soaked with unknown blood, I knew for instant it was him who called me. His strong will for vengeance and the lost of faith for God had triggered my interest, and thus, I came.
After I got rid of the outsiders whom my "new master" had ordered me to, Ciel Phantomhive – the boy's name – gazed at their corpses with his blue eyes, filled with disgust and hatred. Then, he looked at me and when I saw the reflection of myself in his sapphire blue eyes, my whole body immediately starved for his soul. However, I had to stop myself since the meal can only be ready if it was fully prepared with properly seasoned, a little bit of sour, spice or even bitter sweat taste.
So, I had been having thoughts of how to further manipulate the toy in my hands to isolate him from others making him believe that I am the only one he needs. After all, what I wanted was not his soul but the Earl of Phantomhive himself.