A Boy, his Servant, and his Beast

Prologue

The demon looked around the hellish plane it called home. It looked around, desperately looking for something to occupy itself. See, when you live for practically eternity, you can get really, REALLY, bored. You can learn every language, read every book, and still get bored in a snap.

It had long gotten bored of torturing sinners, of beating demons who tried to challenge him for his title as the Warden of the 7 Circle of Hell.

Granted, it was more a fancy title with perks, such as that particular circles power being at your command, the demons swearing fealty to you, the sinners souls energy being used at your command for anything you please. You do very little 'wardening'.

Which to a non-immortal, sounds amazing. But that meant there was nothing to do in his plane. The other planes were boring. But, luckily for our immensely bored demon, their was always Earth. Demons and Angels alike took great interest in Earth and the humans for the same reasons.

Neither side understood how exactly the humans worked, even though demons and a decent amount of angels were humans once, they still didn't understand. But that's what made them so entertaining, their unpredictably, their logic, everything was so interesting about them.

That painfully boring day was when he decided to go to Earth, and form a contract with the most interesting person he could find. He, however wasn't interested in souls, he got the best souls in his circle and he wasn't hungry for any and wouldn't be for at least 90 more years.

He just wanted someone who would make things fun, who could make his head spin with confusion and fill with intrigue. Hell, he would even work under the lowest demon in hell if it was signed to a interesting person.

He closed his eyes that resembled red fire and focused on Earth, looking for the most interesting soul. He search continent by continent, from kings castles, to poor street urchins, drunkards to priests, everyone he could find without lifting a clawed finger.

He was almost frantic, searching high and low for the soul he desired. And he searched until he was brought to a screeching halt. He took another look at this soul, it's former innocence, it's tainted beauty,

He quickly leaped back to hell, his eyes wide with anticipation and that souls infectious intrigue that clung to his blackened soul like heat to a flame. He had found the soul that interested him the most. They were so perfect, a soul that was once beautiful and pure, now rotten to the core and the mere sight made him want to rip it from their body and devour it whole.

"Oh, what a beautiful soul, once as pure as snow, but blood and ashes has stained it's purity, making you a feast fit for a King. You are already in a contract with a demon from my Circle, and even though it is tempting to kill that demon and take your soul, I will not. I don't want that soul of yours, I just want to see your life, your waking nightmare through my eyes. You took the title of a man when you are a mere child. So intriguing and perfect." He thought, his hands shaking from the mere thought of observing it, Ashe told some of his messenger demon, a centipede with the face of a rat, to find his Left Hand, that he was going on, what do humans call it? Ah yes, a 'vacation'. The bike looking demon muttered "Yes Master." In a horrid voice and scuttled off up the river of boiling blood that ran through the three Rings of the Circle. His Left Hand was on the floor of Violence against Neighbors, probably discussing murder strategies with Attila the Hun.

"Hmph, looks like I'll have to start using that word soon." He thought as he tried saying it out loud.

"Master." It sounded foreign and strange, he hadn't even thought that word since he had ripped the former Wardens head off and proclaimed himself the new one.

He was used to being called that, not calling others that unless he was mocking them for their stupidity or insubordination. Which happened so often that even bored him.

"Don't worry little watchdog, I mean no harm to you or the place you are guarding, this big bad wolf won't eat you, he merely wants to watch with you." He thought, as his lips pulled back, revealing his razor like teeth. "You are so interesting, Ciel Phantomhive." He thought as his Left Hand approached.

A/N: Well, you made it this far, which I believe is a good thing. I am going to continue this. I've seen other 'demon meets Ciel' stories, and some have taken pieces of influence from Divine Comedy. But none take much more than mentioning the Circles and that's it.

For those unaware, Divine Comedy is a 14th century story about a man travelling through Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven. In Dante's(the author) version of hell, the 9 circles are where people are punished for their sins, the 7th Circle is Violence. (Wiki it if you want a more in-depth description.)

Anyway, Follow, Review, all that jazz so I know that people actually like what I'm doing. Stay awesome. And until next time.

-AnthemoftheNight