The Phoenix lies in his bed, sleeping peacefully.
The dawn is hours away but something makes the young Phoenix stir in his sleep.
Pain.
The young Phoenix is dragged from his slumber by demonic claws jerking him out of bed. Instinct kicks in and the little Phoenix tries to fight of the intruders but he is not strong enough. He begins to call upon his powers but a sharp instrument cutting into flesh distracts him.
He screams.
And screams.
A cool female laugh is heard.
He attempts to lash out at his attackers but has no success. It is a battle he will loose. He is forced to the floor and something is driven through his wrist, pinning him to the floor. The Demon king looks to see he is being nailed to the floor with the same nails that Jesus himself was nailed to his cross with.
He looks at his assailants only to find himself staring into a pair of familiar ruby red eyes.
"Atropa Belladonna." the Phoenix hisses at the female demon.
The she-demon narrows her ruby eyes and brushes a strand of raven black hair from her pale face. "Hello, my King." she sneers. "Were you expecting me?"
The Demon king glances at Belladonna's Partner, Herod. "I was expecting both you and your hideous husband. I am surprised, however, that your Nameless Children are not with you."
Atropa Belladonna laughs cruelly. "They are but infants, they could never understand."
Through his pain the Phoenix lets out a soft chuckle. "You kill me for my power but you'll not let your offspring have a part in your sin?" he smiles. "You do not want them punished when you are caught. You love them too much. AH!"
Belladonna had thrust nail into the Phoenix's other wrist. "Do not speak of my sons thus so."
Herod glances at his Partner with harsh golden eyes, smirking. "Shall we kill him, now, my flower?"
The young Phoenix smiles softly. "I will return, my murderers, and your sons will pay for what you have done. I assure you, they will know pain like no other. They cannot escape this fate that you have set them. Your sons will be mine."
A dagger forged in the fiery pits of Hell is driven through his heart and a scream echoes throughout the night.
Death is the only smell in the air.
Ciel Phantomhive sat up, screaming, his dream racing through his mind. He clamped a hand over his mouth to halt his screams. The safe, warm arms of his husband surrounded him and he allowed himself to fall back into his lover's embrace. "Sebastian."
"Shh." Sebastian hushed kissing Ciel's neck. "It's alright, my Love. I'm here. It's alright." their lips met and the young one felt safe in a way he had never felt anywhere else. "Ciel?"
"I. . .I think I remembered the night I died." Ciel whispered. "In my past life. I remember. . .the Nameless Brothers. You were one?"
Sebastian nodded. "I was. That is why I asked you to name me. Every master I have had has done so. This is the longest I've ever held a name. What happened?"
"Your mother. . .I remember. . .you look like her." Ciel buried his face in his lover's chest. "I told her I would return. I told her I would cause you and your brother pain and. . .and I did. I'm sorry."
Sebastian shook his head. "No, my love. You needn't be sorry for anything. You couldn't have planned any of this. Besides, it's over now."
"Hmm." Ciel snuggled closer. "Imagine how much she'd laugh if she knew I had given my heart and soul to you." a sigh escaped the young Phoenix's lips. "Claude looked like your father but with your mother's hair colour."
Sebastian began nibbling on the young one's ear. "I got all the looks in the family."
Ciel lifted his head and kissed the elder. "Hmm."
Sebastian broke the kiss and laid down, pulling his young lover with him. "Sleep." Sebastian ordered. "we can talk about this in the morning but, for now, just sleep."
Ciel wrapped and arm around his lover and closed his eyes.
On the edge of the Phantomhive estate stood a she-demon, with large bambi eyes, dressed in leather and ridiculously high stiletto heels. She stood amongst the shadows of the trees, watching. The scream had been heard and she smiled slightly.
The young Lord was beginning to remember.
"Charlotte?"
The brunette she-demon span around to look at the blonde who had spoken.
"You can't always watch over him, Honey." Joe said giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Charlotte glanced at the young King's bedroom window. "I can try."