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"Yes, my Lord."

"And give me the reports on the branches in America."

"Yes, my Lord."

Yes my Lord. A phrase that Sebastian had ever so managed to even say in his sleep, if he ever done so that is. The young Lord was in his study finishing the last of his paperwork. Now, Ciel could, at times, be a smart mouth kid that was too arrogant for his own good. He was very demanding, had high expectations, and was a high-maintenance goldfish to the demon. The demon sighed to himself as he poured the last warm cup of milk that Ciel favored before bed. What a monotonous life he lead as a human. A butler, of all things he was ordered to be; he spiced his occupation up by being one hell of a butler actually, watching the flabbergasted faces of those pitiable servants was beginning to bore him.

A contract was a contract. Whether he liked the way he was treated or not, he knew it would pay off in the end. Devouring that once pure, and now darkened, soul was the sinful fruit he would gain from the two years of painstaking labor of keeping the little brat alive. He carefully placed empty dishes of desserts on to the cart, along with the steaming pot of milk. Ciel ruffled the papers and turned them around to investigate the back when Sebastian felt a tinge of a foul energy emitting from downstairs.

No, it wasn't electricity or radiation, it was simply energy from a spiritual being. Sebastian paused but then refrained from speaking, Ciel took notice of the sudden stop in movement and yet he let it pass as though he never saw. Sebastian grew curious, and that curiosity was beginning to grow larger when he neared the door leaving the cart by Ciel's desk. He knew this presence from before when he was confronted by two Gods of Death during the Jack the Ripper Case a few months ago.

It's one of them.

He gave a devilish smirk to himself as he strode down the hallway and descended the stairs with such elegance, one would have thought him to be a black swan. If one were to look harder, light force was put under each foot, an indication of him stalking towards the grand oak doors that served as entrance to the Phantomhive Manor. And stalked he did, like a black cat prowling the darkened room. A gloved hand was placed on the double knobs of the doors, he opened them fairly quickly, expecting a full blown fight from the Shinigami that was ahead of him.

Much to his disappointment, he found that there was no one. His eyes narrowed like a cat's as he scanned the horizon. Nothing. He was about to close the doors and check somewhere else until he heard a groan. He opened the doors wider once more and a smile crept along his handsome features.

There was William T. Spears.

On the ground.

Battered.

Defeated.

And most appealingly defenseless.

"And all along, I thought that you would never come back unless Grell was here. Is the servants listed to die soon?" Sebastian hissed to mock him, he stepped forth and squatted down to examine him.

Glasses were askew, hair uncombed, attire torn up from helm to the leg of his pants, and most importantly, a death scythe was no where in sight. William laid n his back, arms spread out and legs either bent up or strait out. At first Sebastian thought he was resting, seeing how he breathed faintly, but thought otherwise when he caught a whiff of blood. A knife came out of his sleeve, the handle fell into his awaiting palm as he made the decision to finish off the heavily wounded Shinigami.

"It's a shame you die under my hand without a fight," he sighed, disappointed by the lack of action. He was ready to bring the sharp edge of the silver knife to William's neck until a familiar, irritating, voice came from behind.

"Sebastian, exactly what are you doing?" He heard Ciel walk down the stairs and approach him with a freshly lit candle at hand. The boy stood by him, displeased at the butler's choice of action. Sebastian purred slightly in his throat to show his anticipation to kill,"Nothing, Young Master, simply removing a stain to your home and life."

Ciel brought the candle a bit higher and found William's disturbing state. "If he were human you would have let him have his life and take him under our care. What's so special about him? Hurry up, I want to go to bed soon..."

The two exchanged the conversation as though they were taking about the weather when, in reality, they juggled the life of a god at their feet. They tossed it back and forth to one another, determining his fate. Sebastian gave a brief explanation,"This man is a god of death, a Shinigami to be precise. And, if you can remember him, he was the one that took Grell away after you gave me the order to kill him. I believe it was William T. Spears."

"I don't care about his name or if he is a god." Ciel turned heel. "You can bet your black heart that the servants would not like to find a dismembered man on the courtyard. Do whatever you please with him. Take him in, care for him, murder him now, it won't matter. I just want him dead since he rescued that freak of nature...you should have worked faster Sebastian."

The demon got up and faced him, an apologetic bow was given to him. "My apologies, My Lord."

"Just do something about that so called god at my door, Lizzy is coming tomorrow and having her screaming at the top of her lungs is just...not what I want to hear. I'll be in my study. Hurry, I want to sleep."

And with that, the Earl was gone. Sebastian came out of his bow to stare down at William, contemplating about the mixed request Ciel had babbled on to him. An idea came to him, Sebastian smiled inside and stepped down the stone steps to bend over. He hastily picked up William and flung him over his shoulder like he was a sack of barley. He got up and closed the door with his free hand, allowing the damned reaper to enter a life that would be his own personal Hell.

Sebastian made his way to his room at the bottom floor. The Shinigami's hands bumped his bum and swing to and fro with every prancing step Sebastian proudly took. He unlocked the lock to his room and was inside his rather spacious, bland room. He was never one for possessions, not that he would ever gain any during his Contract. In the dark room, he hoisted William off his shoulder and laid him on the bed rather roughly. He turned around and went for the door, leaving the quiet reaper to sleep.

What should I do first? He went through a vast list in his mind as he closed the door; he locked it for good measure should William decide to wake up and escape.

A/N: A nice break from His Scarlet Effect. I will work on this and that as my summer entertainment!

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