A/N: Okay. So, this story is a bit not written precisely. It's my first time to write in years and I did not get the chance to really dig deep into the information about this anime. I just LOVE Ciel/Lizzy pairing. They are just so adorable. But I have to say that Lizzy isn't really my favorite character in the manga. In this story, she's going to be grown up and a little emotional. And FYI, in this story, Lizzy had crooked teeth. You'll know what's the reason behind my changes later. Anyway. Thanks for opening this one! I sure hope you enjoy.

Summary: Ciel Phantomhive became a demon only 3 years ago. His "death" put an end to a lot of things. And he knew that. Partially. There were more lives tied to his more than he knew of. Now that he was allowed to come back, can he fix this before time runs out?

The Condition

Prologue

For the first time in what felt like many centuries later, Ciel Phantomhive, once an Earl in England, a manager of a toy-making factory called the Funtom Company and the Watchdog of the Queen back in the land of the living, felt like the infinite world he was in at that very moment has developed the right temperature and aura for his liking. Or maybe he just got used to it.

The demon world was not the most pleasant place he has ever been in. Although he would never admit it, the Phantomhive manor was still the best place he has ever stepped on. Not only was it home, but it also held the people he cared about. And seemingly it became a medium to murder two of the people he mostly cared about.

But no matter, even if he hasn't even opened his eye yet, he knew that something has changed. Was it like this in this world? Unpredictable and changing in a way that relives memories? Because he could feel a little of… home. Home? No, there was still something about hell that prevents it from being his home.

Was the bed too comfortable for him to be unable to open his eyes? Or eye, rather. Usually, when he woke up from a light or even a deep slumber, he would immediately open his eyes and get up to face what they call the day. But there really was no day. Just a world filled with… darkness.

Finally, his eyelids started to follow his command and flutter to reveal what was awaiting him.

'What?' He thought. His brain immediately wired up and his eyes widened. 'Impossible.'

Sunlight.

Yes, there is a 7 AM sunlight shining inside through the large window. 'Wait,' his thoughts ran again. 'Is this…?'

"Good morning, Young Master. I assumed you to be awake so I put the curtains aside to allow the early morning-"

Ciel sat up in a speed that he never imagined he could have had. That's what adrenaline does to a person, after all. He supported his stature by having his arms hold his upper body upright.

"Sebastian?"

In his three-year stay in the world where humans and demons were equal, he still grew physically like he was still on Earth. And apparently, that was quite fortunate since he somehow is now on Earth… again. His voice was now deeper and he grew vertically as well. When he "died", he knew his height was only five feet flat. Now he was already nearing 6 feet. But still not near his loyal butler's height, though. He was also not the skinny little kid that he left off. He now had a little more muscle on, although his physical activities still did not lead him to have plenty of it. His hair looked the same; black and straight and his bangs still drooped to cover his right eye partially, though it was already covered enough.

Most importantly, his blue eyes now became red.

"Yes, Milord?" Sebastian asked, coolly and a little innocently with a signature smirk plastered on his lips. His composure was quite the opposite of his master's who looked like he could collapse out of shock any moment now. "Breathe, Milord. You look like you're going to have an asthma attack."

The 16-year old boy looked away from his butler and looked down on the soft sheets in front of him. They look smashingly like the ones in the Phantomhive household. He looked at himself and he was wearing his usual sleeping attire when he was still twelve.

Nope, this is not hell.

Could it be…?

"Wha… what is going on?" He finally asked with a trembling voice. But still, it still hinted of command. The one he was talking to was his butler. Apparently, he was now again his butler. He got the courage to look at the demon beside his window. Seeing that his vision was now clearer and had a wider range, he realized that he seems to have taken off his eye-patch. When he raised his hand to touch his right cheek, it has been confirmed.

Sebastian chuckled at the 16 year-old Ciel. He turned away and straightened his master's suit and other necessary clothing for the day that was situated in a hanger held by his other hand. He chose to ignore the question for a while and start a conversation with his master first. As well as serve him water.

He filled the crystal clear glass on his food cart with water before handing it over to Ciel who was practically still panting away. But even so, he still accepted the glass, held it up to his lips and gulped more than he could have causing the some of the liquid to spill out of his mouth.

Holding the tray on his arm ever so steadily, Sebastian asked, "Can you still recognize this place, Young Master?"

Now panting because of drinking too fast, Ciel turned his head to face him impatiently and answered, "Of course, I do! Why am I here? What-?"

"You have been pulled out, Master Phantomhive," the butler said devilishly while taking the empty glass from his master's hand. "It was not acceptable to have someone in that World to have a demon who did not have it in his heart to be one."

"What now?" Again, Ciel asked. "But…but I do-"

"Oh, really?" Sebastian interjected yet once again. Ciel looked away guiltily from the demon and to the sheets again. "And also, Young Master," He started, catching Ciel's gaze to him.

"I enjoy being your humble butler," he continued, winking knowingly at the teenager. Ciel's eyes narrowed at him suspiciously but that only made the demon plaster another smirk on his pale lips. "It is quite my most overpowering talent yet."

Ciel, although a little skeptical about it, chose to let the subject go. He still did not believe that was the reason. After his emotionless stay in the demon world for a short time—three years at that—he now knew how to tell if someone had something on his mind. Even though that someone was a demon. And apparently, Sebastian was still not telling him something.

"Alright then," He started, clenching his fists beside him at the same time, "I repeat. What is the reason why I am here?"

"You are now free from the demon world, Young Master," Sebastian said, again making Ciel's ears perk up once again.

Ciel swung his legs out of bed and proceeded to stand up. He looked Sebastian in the eye. Sebastian couldn't help but think that despite the stoic look on his face, the look that he usually had, his eyes spoke of hope.

Hope.

A humanly feeling that he let go before he went to the demon world.

The feeling helps humans get what they want.

And it seems that he now picked it back up.

"In one condition," Sebastian spoke with a deep, dark voice. This did not sway Ciel. Not at all. He was ready for anything now.

Not that he had a choice.

"And what is that?"

Yes, hope.

The boy needed that indeed.

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