Disclaimer: I definitely own NO part of Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler, I only own this original idea that happens to have its characters in it. No part of this is being used for sale, this is only for entertainment purposes.


The demon strolled the odd streets of Hell. Yes, there are streets in Hell, at least in some circles, and demons enjoy strolling along them, but the odd nature of the streets only allow certain types of demons to roam them. Many of the streets suddenly end at wide chasms that only demons with the ability to fly can cross, or turned in odd ways much like the staircases of M.C. Escher's "Relativity" depicted.

Relatively normal-looking buildings floated on little islands of their own in the air or in wide lakes of magma only accessible to heat-resistant, flying, or demons with superior jumping or levitating capabilities. No plant life could be found on any of the odd island homes , but one digresses.

This particular demon stood out from the rest, though there were no other demons out and about to compare him to. This demon didn't walk about in his original form as one is allowed to do in Hell. No, he walked about in a semi-human form.

His build was tall and slim, and he sported long black hair that seemed feathery and reached the backs of his ankles even in the tight braid he typically wore it in. His red eyes cold and calculating, and the glare he wore gave him an unapproachable air about him.

The demon walked gracefully despite the large, black, raven-like wings which sprouted proudly from his back, though they currently hid beneath the dark cloak he wore.

This demon had a name. A name unpronounceable by human tongue, and unwritable by human scribes. The name Sebastian will be bestowed upon him from being nameless. Yes, Sebastian will do just fine for now.

Sebastian spread his wings from beneath his cloak as he grew near to yet another chasm; this one was much more abysmal than the rest. He stepped off the sidewalk's edge and began gliding towards the other side of the abyss when something caught his eye, and he stopped, in-flight, to hover above the abyss. Slowly, he floated down to what caught his attention.

He floated down slowly until he reached a ledge within the the chasm and landed there. Looking up he only saw the glowing cave ceiling of the 6th circle of Hell, where he had originally been. He knew that if he had gone any further down he'd have reached the next circle of Hell, the 7th, where, as rumors told, it was actually bitterly cold. Apparently, any demons who dared to venture there for a thrill, would suffer terrible bodily harm, like frostbite, and would die from their blood freezing if they didn't escape in time. Very few demons could survive in the 7th ring.

Sebastian looked down to the the thing he had spotted . It appeared to be a human sitting with their knees to their chest under the cover of their white funeral shroud. It was strange to see funeral shrouds in Hell, after all, they usually burned away due to the human's sins. Stranger still, the boy appeared to be a boy no older than 13.

"Child," Sebastian murmured. "What sin did you commit for you to be here at such a young age?"

There came no answer from the boy. He merely remained curled under his shroud. The only thing Sebastian was able to see was his legs, which the shroud did not cover. It seemed as if the boy hadn't even heard the demon speak.

Sebastian knelt in front of the child, the black feathers dangling from his chest plate brushed the ground. "Child?" At the new angle, he could see under the shroud and into the boys face. Tear-filled mismatched demon eyes stared back at him, completely devoid of emotion.

Sebastian grinned, showing off his long sharp teeth. "Oh, so it appears you are only half-human, and after all, half-demons cannot go to heaven no mater how young they are, or how righteously they led their life. How sad for you." He continued to grin as ideas of how the boy was conceived and then thrown away played in his mind.

One idea was that a human female had been raped by a demon, and the female kept the child until he began showing signs of his demonic genes and was killed for it.

The boy amused him; fed his curiosity even. "I suppose I could use another pet. My last one was ugly and died so very long ago." Sebastian touched the boy's knee.

The light touch jolted the boy from his daze. He yelped and flattened himself against the wall behind him, clutching the shroud tightly to his chest. He stared at Sebastian, his eyes no longer devoid of emotion but full of fear and pitiful sadness.

Sebastian chuckled and scooped the boy up, bridal style, and took flight with one powerful flap of his wings. The boy yelled once more and clung to his shroud and Sebastian's breast plate, but otherwise didn't move, more than likely, for fear of falling from the great height the winged demon had already ascended.

Sebastian burst free of the darkness of the chasm, and quickly flew away towards his home.