The end was a long time ago, many lifetimes have passed since then and yet I still remember. Who I am you may ask. Now that would be telling, but I can tell you one thing. I am one hell of a story teller.
I guess it all really began back in the 18th century, when England was its most refined. Lords and ladies came and went as they pleased, the industrial revolution occurred and the great British empire was formed. But most importantly it was the year my master faced his rival Alois Trancy.
The carriage clattered down the road as it slowly rolled away from the Phamtomhive estate and as the building finally disappeared from view Ciel let out a sigh he wasn't aware he had been holding. It had been a long day by his standards, a busy schedule of final goodbyes, some which were more painful than others and others more awkward. It had left him tense and he was still expecting some annoyance or interference to occur. However what he didn't expect was what form it would come in.
The carriage rocked with the sudden impact, creaking as it tilted slightly to the side before landing steadily back down on two.
"Sebastian!" Ciel called grasping the finely woven cushions in surprise as the sound of footsteps crossed the top of the carriage.
Standing silently, Sebastian bowed his head in recognition and threw open the carriage door, stepping down onto the muddy track below; quickly followed by his young master.
"Another demon." The presence of the new comer was clearly felt, radiating through the air in thick, obvious waves. Ciel nodded, moving to stand behind the older demon as he glanced around the area; searching for a clue as to where their assailant had disappeared of to.
It was silent for a moment, nothing but the rusting of leaves and the sounds of the horses invading it. Until in a dramatic manner a person appeared from the bush. Actually the manner in which said person appeared was much less than this; in a clumsy and ungraceful was said person fell out of the tree they had been suspended in and tumbled dramatically down the small yet steep slope below. This was by far the most dramatic part of their appearance.
Said person was still currently sprawled on the floor, groaning slightly in discomfort.
"CIEL" The blonde all but squealed; having managed to untangle himself and was now attempting to get to his feet. "I want you!"
"A-Alois?"
Yes, said person turned out to be one Alois Trancy. Once thought to have been dead, so it comes as no surprise that my master was as equally baffled as I was.
"Well who else did you think it was." The flamboyant blonde exclaimed, dusting himself of.
"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" The blunette asked, confusion obvious on his face.
"Yes and no, but I could say the same for you." Alois' serious answer was riddled with playfulness, he marched over to the pair, a stupid grin on his face. "But your not trying to kill me and that's all that matters."
Rolling his visible eye Ciel huffed in annoyance, crossing his arms across his chest. "That's not your business Trancy, more importantly what do you want."
"I'm coming with you." With that he boarded the carriage, plopping down on the seat. "Apparently Hannah also made me into a demon."
Sighing in annoyance Ciel boarded the coach; sitting opposite their self proclaimed guest.
"Fine, you can stay but only if you behave."
Haha. I'm so awkward when I first start writing a story. Hope you enjoyed it.
Nocturnal XX