The water was like a million knives plunging into every inch of his body. He was going numb, he was going deaf. The hundreds of screams of people around him was horrific. They were screams of terror, of pain, of fear. As all the hundreds either drowned or succumb to the cold.
He could have tried to swim to one of the on - looking lifeboats. He could try swimming to one of the floating pieces of furniture, but both options would exhaust him. He had no hope now. His only option was to wait to die and fall to a water grave. By the time help came, it would be too late...If only he could see his daughters' beautiful smiles one last time...
A wish
And he would sacrifice anything to see them.
A sacrifice
And if God existed in this world he would not have doomed over two thousand innocent lives to the Atlantic floor.
And a loss of faith
He closed his eyes and let his body relax, feeling himself sink below the surface. He had no life jacket to keep him afloat, only his exhausted arms and legs that felt like pudding from all the kicking to keep him up. And now he was gone, into the blackness. Thousands of icey needles poked him. What would come first, the bursting of his lungs or the freezing of them?
And suddenly there was a chuckle. A chuckle? From under the water? Who could be chuckeling? He opened his eyes, only to stare into glowing pink ones - illuminated from a black silhouette in the water. He gasped, swallowing a mouthful of the icey water and instinctively he kicked up to the surface - coughing madly.
"Wha...?" he coughed, water spurting from his lips. Blinking his eyes rapidly, he could see the silhouette still staring up above him. He took another deep breath, and went under.
The rain was falling lightly as he sat on a wooden box, waiting. Rescued by the RMS Carpathia and taken to New York. He'd watch people move around all morning, hugging the ones they loved - and watching loved ones cry their eyes out.
Obidiah Evers had returned to the shore. Saved by the devil himself. Evers was a fourty three year old man, a bit hefty - wieghing about 340 lbs. His hair was a dark brown - black at the moment from being soaked wet - and he had a neatly trimmed moustache lining his upper lip. The umbrella being held over his head kept the rain from continuing to fall on him, to help not remind him of the water's cold pins. The only pain he felt now was the Mark on the back of his neck. It stung still, like it had been carved into him with a foot long dagger. A cloth had been tied around his neck so no one would see.
Standing behind him now were the two devils who had saved him. All because he agreed to sell them their soul the day he died. They told him their names were Sebastian Michaelis and Ciel Phantomhive. The name "Phantomhive" felt familiar to him, though. His soul would be shared between the two, but the contract was between he and Sebastian.
Their deal was that they follow each and every one of his last commands. To destroy his business rivals, to destroy those who betrayed him. He wanted to be on top of the world. Evers smirked. There may be no God, but there is a Devil.
"Master, do you want to move under the shelter so as not to catch a cold?" Sebastian asked him, gesturing across the street to a canopied area.
"No," Evers answered.
"What are we waiting for?" Ciel asked impatiently.
And then Evers eyes brightened when he saw it. The black Abbot Detroit Motor Car pulled to the side of the road. They were here. From the drivers side a young man exited the vehicle. He opened up an umbrella, and then moved to the passenger seats and opened the door. One girl exhited, taking the umbrella in her hand. Then a second girl.
The second girl looked around frantically, before spotting Evers. A wide smile reaching from ear - to - ear spread across her face. "Daddy!" she cried, and ran across the road.
Evers stood up and met her outstretched arms into a hug. "We were so worried!" She cried. The girl was sixteen, and stood a 5'6', only three inches shorter than himself. She was a bit of a chunky girl, but not in the face luckily. Her eyes were big and blue, and her skin a milky white. A dozen light freckles dotted themselves across her slender nose. Her dirty blonde colored hair was messy, only reaching the tops of her shoulders.
Evers turned away and turned to Sebastian and Ciel. "This is my daughter Chitose," he told them. Then he looked back across the street and sighed. His eldest daughter was still across the street, staring at them and using the umbrella as cover.
Chitose sighed. "Come on Shizuka - come say hi to father..." she grumble and stomped across the road to fetch her sister.
Evers stared at the two Demons. "You two are to follow their commands as well. Every last one of them. Do you understand?"
"Yes Master," they replied.
"Good. Now Ciel, you will be Chitose's primary servant. And Sebastian you will be Shizuka's." He turned back to see Chitose finish dragging Shizuka over to them.
"Welcome back father," Shizuka said, no enthusiasm to her voice. Not even a welcoming look to her eyes.
His eldest daughter Shizuka was seventeen. She would turn eighteen on the first of July. She was also the shortest of all of them, standing only at 5'1'. Her body was skinny and curvy, and she had hips that said she was a woman with a body ready for pregnancy. Her blonde hair was waist - length, and a cross between wavy and curly, it could never decide which way to go. Her dark brown, almost black, eyes showed no warmth, and her pale, flawless skin only added to her beauty.
"Hello Ms. Shizuka," Sebastian said with a gentle smile.
She eyed him up and down. "I'm going back to the car. It's cold," she said, no interest in the man whatsoever. She turned and began walking across the street.
"Ah, let me," Sebastian said. He moved behind her and swiftly removed his long black jacket so he could drape it over her shoulders.
"Do not touch me," she ordered as she handed the young man the umbrella. Sebastian froze and watched in confusion as she got back into the car.
Evers sighed as he walked over to Sebastian, with Chitose and Ciel beside him. "You'll have to excuse my daughter, she has not spoken more than two sentences to me in almost a month."
"Daddy who are these men?" Chitose asked.
Evers chuckeled. "Let us get inside before I explain," he said. Chitose nodded and stepped into the vehicle, taking the seat across from Shizuka. Ciel got in after.
"Thank you Alfred," Evers said to the young man, a strikinling handsome one at that - with long blonde hair pulled into a ponytail and smoldering gray eyes.
"My pleasure sir," Alfred replied and shut their door after Evers had taken his seat. They heard the engine rumble to life a minute later.
"Now Chitose, Shizuka," Evers began, "I met these two a few days into the were looking for some work, and I offered them some. Luckily they survived the sinking." He smiled through his teeth. A flat out lie. But he'd always been a good liar, that's how he dealt in the world of business.
He looked over; Chitose's eyes told him that she was convinced, but Shizuka kept staring out the window, lost in thought. He sighed once again.
"Where to Sir? Would you like to go replace your luggage now?" Alfred asked from upfront.
"No, just home Alfred," Evers replied. Then he glance back in front of him. Chitose was picking at her nails now, Shizuka had not moved her position, and Sebastian and Ciel only stared forward.
He wondered what they were thinking. Did Demons think? Did they only have the need to feed? Evers was a curious man and he had many questions to ask them. He only hoped that he would not regret selling his soul to the Devil.
AUTHORS NOTE:
Hey guys! I haven't uploaded anything in SO long. But here's something new, I hope you enjoy ^.^
Here is a link to the vehicle mentioned: .
It's the second one down from the right.
