"I am bored," Ceil announced, glaring over at Sebastian, "And I am hungry." Sebastian walked over, pressing a hand to his temple.
"And what, Bocchan, would you like me to remedy first?" he asked, his voice rather condescending. Ceil glared up at him.
"Your tone bothers me," he said, sipping on empty air out of an elaborate tea cup. Sebastian clenched his fist, but released it and smiled. Wasn't his bracing disdain for others one of his endearing qualities? No, quite frankly, for most it was not, but Sebastian appreciated it because it was a quality he also possessed.
"My apologies Bocchan. Perhaps you should consider making a contract with a human in order to solve your boredom and your hunger?" he suggested, smiling. Ceil slammed down the teacup, glaring up at Sebastian.
"What, and end up in the same mess as you and that other bumbling idiot? I'd be quite pleased to just have you bring me some food and not think so much," he said coldly, picking up his tea cup once more. Sebastian chuckled, responding, "Yes, My Lord." Ceil looked up sharply once more. "May I remind you I have an eternity to make you miserable?" Sebastian only nodded, sitting across from Ceil.
"Of course you do," he said, "But only if I allow it to make me miserable." Ceil looked to Sebastian, his face showing his boredom once more.
"Sebastian, are there any new murder cases for me to look over?" he asked, setting down the tea cup.
"Of course," he responded. Ceil raised an eyebrow.
"Well?" he demanded, glaring. Sebastian unfolded the newspaper, looking over it.
"None of these would seem to pique your interest," he paused, a small smirk lighting on his face, "It seems a young woman's family was murdered and she is now missing." Ceil sat up a bit more interested.
"Well," he said, "Go on." Sebastian nodded and continued.
"Elizabeth "Lizzie" Downey has not been seen since the brutal murder of her parents in their upper London penthouse last Thursday. It seems that Scotland yard suspects that she was kidnapped by the cult her family was formerly a part of." Ceil twisted his bow, thinking carefully. His face showed his shock at the name Elizabeth, making it obvious he was thinking on his own ex-fianc e.
"She bears a striking resemblance to your own story, Bocchan," Sebastian said, looking up from the paper. Ceil rubbed his chin.
"I want to find this girl," he stated firmly, looking at Sebastian, "Find her and take me to her, that's an order." Sebastian nodded and bowed, smiling.
"Yes, my Lord."
Ceil watched the girl, unsure of what to make of her. Sebastian on the other hand, was smiling.
"What are you smiling at you idiot? I don't see any cat's around," he said, looking up at his butler.
"She reminds me of someone," he said. Smiling, "Actually, she reminds me of you, Bocchan."
"What the hell are you spewing Sebastian?" he demanded.
"I was merely stating that her soul reminds me much of your own, Bocchan." Ceil waved his hand.
"I want to make a contract with the girl."
"You must make a contract seem appealing, Bocchan."
Elizabeth lied on the cold stone floor, staring up into the darkness. Her red hair fanned out beneath her and around her, her brown eyes burning. She hurt all over, and she wanted nothing more than to kill those bastards who had killed her family and tortured her. The hell if she knew where her father kept his drugs stored at!
"What a pitiable creature you are," she heard a voice say from the shadows. She sat up, facing the direction the voice came in.
"Who in the blazes are you?" she said, all the sudden aware of her nudity, "What do you want from me? Haven't you people gotten it yet? I have no clue where my father keeps his drugs!"
"I have no interest in your father's drugs," the voice said as a figure exited the shadows. The girl looked at the figure in apparent shock. A boy no older than 14 stood before her, his one uncovered eye glowing red, "What I have interest in is helping you." She stood, looking the boy over with apparent interest.
"And why would you want to help me? Nothing is free," she said looking at him warily, "And anyways. You're a bit small to help me here." Ceil rolled his eye and snapped his fingers, making Sebastian step out of the shadows. The girl looked Sebastian up and down and nodded.
"Okay, he can help me. But we haven't discussed terms or payment," she said, folding her arms.
"Bocchan, if I may," Sebastian said, looking down at Ceil, who jerked his chin in approval.
"In exchange for your soul, my Bocchan and I will do anything necessary to help you achieve your life goal." She tapped her chin.
"So, who get's my soul? The devil or something?" she asked. Sebastian chuckled as Ceil promptly answered, "I will. I may allow my butler to get a taste of your soul."
"Revenge," she said quickly, her eyes sparkling with anger, "I want revenge."
"Revenge against who?" Ceil asked, looking bored, "These people? The people who killed your parents? Who, Elizabeth Downey?"
"My life goal is to get revenge on all those who have stolen from me!" She shouted, "Make a pact with me, Demon! That you and your butler will help me achieve my ultimate revenge against those who have stolen from me!"
"No need to shout, girl," he said, shaking his head, "We will make the contract."