So Be It
The sinner lounged in his compartment, his slender vessel in the world without quite seeing the rest of the world. No one realized that he was there, for he walked and talked like any average man would. No one noticed the darkness overfilling his wretched heart or the pin on his lapel that signified carrion.
No one, that is, but an ethereal butler waiting at his young master's every whim. He noticed even before the man rapped upon his door.
"Get it," the young master, Ciel, ordered.
"Yes, my lord." The butler bowed curtly and went to the front. When his crimson eyes landed on the shorter man's green ones, he smiled wolfishly. "What brings you here?"
"I have been vanquished from my position and I do require assistance from none other than the black crow himself." The man said. His name was Arthur.
"Do you need anything from my young master?" The butler, who called himself Sebastian, replied. His gloved hand lingered by the door. The bleak London skies hung overhead like a disease, dripping into even Arthur's bright eyes.
"No, I do not." Arthur stepped in without being asked to. He did not further his intrusion by pulling off his gloves. "At any moment I will have to change my age to thirty-five, and at that point I will have to pay my dues. But I am here on account of a business you two will soon muddle yourself with."
Sebastian shut the door behind him, watching Arthur slowly turn back to him.
"It is on an account of some murderer. He is not your average killer, mind you. But you need not muck around with him. I have already sent him to the gates of hell where he will remain. If you choose to investigate the cause you will find yourself running in circles without end. So stick out of it and let the police dogs dizzy themselves with it."
"And why, pray tell, do you tell me this?" Sebastian said suspiciously. He noted Ciel lurking in the halls, watching the conversation take place, convinced that he was out of sight. Sebastian met his eyes and the boy nodded, turning away and making as though to leave.
"Long ago I made a pact with one of your kind, right before he realized that I have no soul to give to him. I wish to find this one again. If it so pleases you."
"What would I get in return?"
"Whatever you see fit as equal," Arthur raised his hand and closed his fist tight. "I have every life in this city on the tip of my fingers. I could sneeze and kill half of the population at my will. I have the ability to fulfill any needs you have."
Sebastian looked back to the halls, where Ciel stood. His thin hands were at his sides and his engraved eye exposed.
"I order you to do it, Sebastian." He declared.
"Yes, my lord." Sebastian smiled, turning towards Arthur. "Can I at least have a name?"
"Dante," Arthur said and parted without another word, collecting an optimistic air and walking with a bounce in his step, fooling all who looked on.
"Dante…" Sebastian said glumly. "So be it."
I claim no ownership over Black Butler nor Hetalia. If I was to continue, I would only claim ownership over the character I set forth.