Thoughts and Revelation
Ciel's POV
All this thinking, all these thoughts of revelation started with that one sentence. Those eight words. A question that not even he had no answer to, for he didn't know.
"My lord, today is your birthday, isn't it?"
He didn't know.
Why had Sebastian even brought up something he hadn't mentioned in over 80 years? Why this birthday? What made it any different?
"What if it is?"
Was there something special about it? He had gave up everything from his old life. Name, title, family, his human body. Why did Sebastian have to bring up something so…. unimportant?
"It would seem my lord that today would have been your 100th birthday."
Ah. That's what it was.
The landmark of landmarks.
An age most were proud to have lived to.
He saw no comfort it the age, only past wounds and suffering bought to the surface.
Only thoughts of loved ones lost and lives ruined filled his head.
On the inside he was wanting to break down, throw something at Sebastian's head for tearing open a band aid that had been covering up them all.
He just stared at him, a bored, indifferent expression on his face.
"I don't see why you had the thought to bring it up. It's no different than any other birthday."
Sebastian brought it up no more, leaving the room and his master to reveal in his thoughts and memories.
Thus leading to him face down on the desk thinking of how Lizzie and the servants went on with their lives.
Lizzie, no doubt, cried and mourned an appropriate amount of time. Then she eventually wed a nice, handsome noble man and had numerous children and grandchildren, telling them about her first love, the great Ciel Phantomhive. Now she was probably dead, buried by her husband in his family's graveyard.
Tanaka was already dead many, many years before now. He didn't know if Tanaka had family before he started working for his father or not but if he did he knew nothing of them.
The rest of the servants more than likely lived in the mansion the rest of their sorry lives, not knowing what to do now that their plan had gone and been ruined.
Maybe they put their talents to use.
But they were all most likely dead in the ground.
He didn't care about them. No, don't get that message from this.
He was simply feeling pity for them.
Yes, that was a good excuse to mind. A good enough excuse for him not to go crazy. A good enough excuse for him not to envy them.
He raised his head from the table, a hard glare and a scowl on his face.
He was a demon now, powerful and immortal. He had no reason to even think back to those days. They served him no purpose except thoughts that filled his head with nonsense.
He walked out the door and shut it behind him.
He had no nightmares that night.
He had no more thoughts on his old life. His thoughts were just on the road ahead of him.
The subject of birthdays or any other reminder of Lord Ciel Phantomhive, Head of the Phantomhives, Guard dog of the Queen were not brought up for years.
When it was mentioned, he went to his office, put his head down, and thought.
Thought of Ciel Phantomhive and his tragic life.