The Redemption of the Devil Chapter 1: My Butler, the Devil, a kuroshitsuji fanfic

Kuroshitsuji Fan Fiction

Sebastian/Ciel

Warning: English grammar errors. English is my second language (ASL is my first).

The Redemption of the Devil

Prologue: My Butler, the Devil

It was said a long time ago that the demons, fallen angels, are damned. Perhaps they are, for they were created by the Creator to serve Him and to keep everything holy. There was one, the Morning Star, who the most beautiful and one of the trio of the archangels that commanded a third of the angels in heaven. He loved his Creator and his brothers with all of his heart, his being, and his divine soul. Until man came. When the Creator created Adam and to the Morning Star's surprise, not only they were given soul of their own, they were also given spirit as well, the spirit of the Creator. The Creator deemed man special and loved him very much a companion was made for him, a female. The perfection, because she was last to be made.

The Morning Star saw this and for the first time, felt jealousy. The jealousy grew and festered in him. Adam, the man and his mate, Eve were so beautiful, so pure and innocent frolicking in the garden and their souls and spirits shone brighter than the morning star in the sky. He seethed and simmered as he watched the two, daily, going on a walk with the Creator. It wasn't fair, the love from the Creator belonged to him and the other Angels! His third hoard of angels also felt the same, they resonated with his feeling. They agreed that man was a mistake, and especially Eve! The perfect one, the last one created, and with ability given to her that no one but the Creator could do, the ability to create life.

The Creator knew, no matter how the beautiful archangel tried to hide his feelings. He cast him out of heaven, forgotten and sealed away. The Morning Star was no more, for he became Lucifer, the dark one.

However, once an archangel, he knew how to get back and put the motion in his eternal game of chess with the Creator by making the move. Eve bit the forbidden fruit and humanity fell out of the grace and for thousands of years became pawns of the two powers. Faith tested and broken over and over again. Fallen angels ran rampant, copulating with humans, pulling them down out of Grace and destroying their faith and their souls consumed. The world ran with sinners, half-breed, and damnation. Temptation and sin festered and covered the world whole, the flood came and wiped them clean, a grace was given. Yet, Lucifer persisted and once again, the black side of the chess board seemed to prosper until the Son came and gave a key to humanity to find salvation out of the darkness. A new game begun and the players were no longer in control. The pawns took control of their own fate and it was up to them to choose.

January 1886

Black clawed fingers dripped with dark ruby liquid and tongue flicked out to catch the gleaming red drops. Lips curled almost cat-like as the thirst sated. Ruby eyes glowed from the depth of darkness that curled a tall figure, glancing down at the body at his boots, mauled and bloodless. The soul was bittersweet, the contract was short and boring as it has been of late. He glanced around before taking to the sky like a black raven, unseen against the black winter sky. How long has it been? Far too long, he thought. Five... No, six thousand years since the fall from grace. He sighed and glanced around the quiet night seeking for something new. His journey was slow and languid, sometimes he would go a long time between the consuming the souls. But he was bored.

He decided to walk among the human and quickly found an alley and came down from the sky. It was a cold evening in late Victoria London. Whores and drunkards would start creeping out after the civilized ones close their doors and shut the window curtains for the night soon. It was the twilight of the day and he shifted into a handsome man of high-class in black. He smirked to himself as he walked out of the alley and into the street. There were still dignified people about but thinning down. He glanced about casually as he walked, bright green and red decoration hung from the lamp posts. Christmas, he sneered at the thought, has come to pass and a new year rang in. A paper fluttered across his feet and he picked it up to see the headline.

PHANTOMHIVE HEIR STILL MISSING, POSSIBLY PRESUMED DEAD.

Ah, that. Are they still going on about it now? He mused as he scanned down the article. The head of the Phantomhive household and his wife were found dead, the mansion burned down a month before. The child was missing. He knew about it because he saw it happened and passed on by. It was just typical. The Phantomhive kid wasn't the first, and perhaps not the last. He folded the paper and kept walking some distance and dropped it in a bin nearby. He may be a demon, yet he has the class to keep his territory clean and London was his.

It was getting late and people were already into their safety of home and the uncouth ones were coming out. He ignored the seductive attempts of the street whores and glanced about, it was one of these cold nights where nothing really happened. How dull.

Then, he felt it. A soul so strong and shining bright. It burned with such purity and at the same time ferociously. His curiosity peaked and he took to the sky with a quick wisp of smoke and started going from roof to roof in a streak of black mass until he found an old abandoned mansion on the edge of London. He knew of the area, often murders and attempts of satanic rituals (pathetic and feeble, of course) occur here. He could feel the soul within the belly of the mansion among many other weeping ones, so young, tainted and broken. Not this bright one. He wonders, would this soul summon the likes of him. It's bound to be interesting, now that he is here and his curiosity peaked, even more, when he could sense the bright soul growing determined every minute.

Like a shadow, he made his way into the abandoned mansion, going toward the bright soul like a moth to a flame. He found the basement easily enough and slipped in. Ah, a sort of ritual was happening. He could see cages lining the wall to one side in the shadows. There were children in them, clinging to each other. They looked thin, broken and weeping. Some appeared beyond broken, staring out blankly. He licked the air quickly, tasting the foul air. Demons love this kind of things, but he grimaced. It was foul, bitter and tasted like the bowel of hell. He wasn't the kind of demon that came from the depth of hell. He was once a hybrid human that once roamed earth a long time ago but died only to go to hell to become a demon like his sire. His sire was a demon that coupled with a human and bore him. There was only handful of half-breeds like him left in the world from the old days before Noah and his Ark. Most perished because they were weak or simply ceased, for they do in fact carried the soul of a human, something given to them by the mothers. He knew his own soul damned and buried deep within himself, tiny and black. It did not matter.

He curled up on a high window and watched with distaste as humans clothed in robes, chanting around a raised altar in the middle. The symbol etched on the stone altar and he could make out the shape, dark and shadowed against the blood stain. It was circular with what looked like snakes wrapped around a staff. He scoffed softly and watched as several cult members on the side pull out a couple of children from the cage, dragging them by the collar and chain. The children wept and yelled as they were beaten, prodded and raped. He searched for the bright soul that was within the room and became interested as a couple of cult members pulled out a thin child from the cage, only dressed in a bloody rag of a shirt. The child's hair was matted and stained and he could tell that the hair was shorn and perhaps once grayish blue.

The child gritted its teeth, being dragged toward the center of the circle and thrown on the altar. The demon watched, leaning forward from his perch. The bright soul was the kid. He can see the color of the child's eyes, brilliant sapphire blue, shining with hate, determination and desires for revenge. He grinned, almost salvaging at the thought of how satisfying the soul would taste. Oh, now he wanted the child to summon him. His hands gripped on the edge as he watched the human cult drone on loudly around him in chants. He nearly giggled out loud, it was a feeble pathetic attempt of summoning demons. It wouldn't work. It was all wrong and they were idiots. He chuckled as he watched. The child pulled weakly at the chain, strapped to the altar and unable to move. Come on, summon me. He thought as he watched on as the human leader of the cult raised the dagger above the child. His eyes glowed red. It would be pitiful if the child died and the bright soul vanished. Summon… come on.

Almost as if the child heard the demon, shouted, "Please! Help me!" Almost immediately, everything froze around the child on the altar as if time stopped. The candles dimmed and the place became dark. The demon stepped down from his perch and approached the child with a smirk, shadows cloaked him.

"Oh, you are a small one." The demon chuckled as he got a better look upon the child.

Blue eyes widened and glanced toward the dark shadow to the side, "Who are you?"

"I am whoever you wish of me, for a price."

"Whatever! Kill them all and get me out of here!" The child snapped ferociously and the demon chuckled silently as he detected annoyance.

"Of course. We can forge a contract and once your wish granted, your soul is mine."

"Yes! Whatever it takes." The child growled with clear annoyance.

"If you once rejected the faith, you can never pass through the gates of heaven." The demon warned.

The child nearly growled as blue eyes stared at the blood-red eyes that glowed within the darkness that shrouded the figure. "Would someone who believes in God summon you?"

The demon stepped toward the altar and looked down at the child, with a single claw to the shackle, it broke free. He helped the child to sit up and stepped back, bowing. "What is your wish?"

"I want the power to take revenge on those who mistreated me. Those who killed my parents."

"Very good, where shall I put the contract? The more visible it is, the stronger the contract will be."

"Wherever!" The child snapped.

The demon reached to lay his hand on the child's face, covering the right eye and a seal formed within the eye and the child screamed in pain. "It is done. What do you want me to do?"

"Kill them all!"

Time resumed and chaos whipped around the room in an instant. The demon flew around the room and the cult members fell to their death in a bloody mess. The children screamed and suddenly, it was silent. The demon gathered the child and shot out of the room and out of the abandoned mansion. With few more commands, the mansion burned down.

Standing in the field before the burning mansion, the child stood before the demon who took a disguise as a tall handsome man with red eyes, bowing like a servant. "Sebastian Michaelis will be your name. I am Ciel Phantomhive."

Sebastian took a slight start at the name looked up and grinned. He grasped the child falling faint into his arms and stood up. "Ah, such a soul for a girl to hold. This will be interesting," he noted more to himself as the rag fell apart, falling free from the body, revealing the child's gender to him. He took to the sky, holding the Phantomhive heiress carefully.

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I have just discovered this wonderful series and fell in love with the story. I have only seen first two seasons of the Anime on Netflix and own first two volume of the manga. I am working on collecting the manga so I can get full picture of the story and all that. I am basing my knowledge of what I have seen and read so far. Of course, I thought to try a story where Ciel is a girl. Why? Why not? I have done it few times already with other stories and they were successful hit and the name Ciel itself is unisex, meaning sky in French or also could mean Heaven. Seeing this is late 1800s and just right before 1900s, before the women rights and all that. I want to see how Ciel, as a female, react to the situation in her position as the heiress of Phantomhive house and Fantom business. I'll be skimming through the series (mostly the anime series), touching on familiar arc and so but only to bring in my own idea. It's been a long time since I wrote a fan fiction and I am on a summer break and if I am encouraged enough, I might go on and work on this story to please you all, have patience with me. Reviews and feedbacks are greatly appreciated. Rating might rise through the story, we'll see how it goes. Thank you and enjoy!