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Prologue

Scarlet pigment tinted the carpet. A small fragile body quivered towards the large king size bed fit for an emperor. The small figure was gasping and panting, counting his last few breaths of life. The red pigment was escaping from his abdominal area. A large iron cross glowed with purity, burning through the small figure's body.

His midnight blue hair was tinted a dark hue of purple at the edges from the scarlet blood that was escaping from his wound. He ascended the stairs shakily. The small figure was still fighting for survival and life even though long ago such a trivial matter would have seemed ridiculous. The small figure was of a young boy, no older than 14 years of age in appearance alone. He was a timeless beauty, now struggling to see straight and dragging himself to the bed. His pale skin was as white as porcelain, his scarlet blood staining the pure white and the burning cross pressing through his back was scarring his flawless body.

The life was slowly being drained from the boy. The pain was so excruciating and strong that he couldn't even begin to explain it. His legs were bleeding but he couldn't feel it. He couldn't move them. They had attacked him; left him on the floor after they had dragged him around. How was it possible for demons to hold holy objects!? There was a sizzling noise as the cross burnt his insides like acid on a metal. His insides burned in such a way that there was a large hole where his stomach was and you could see through it.

Finally, after a battle against his stubborn body, he managed to get into bed on his back. He grabbed the cushion kept on the bed and bit into it as he grabbed the iron crucifix and forcefully pulled it out of his body. The cross burned his hands, creating a large cut, the blood dried up on his hands as soon as it touched the iron. He pushed the cross away. Everything was spinning and blurry. Still panting and puffing what was left of his exposed lungs. The blood was staining the pale sheets.

Blue glowing light from the never moving moon outside made everything a tint of blue around him. His body reflected of the somber light, giving him a soft glow. Is this how it feels like to die? To die without wanting to? To die alone? Where was Sebastian? Has he left for good? Too many questions.

Se..bastian..." His voice was shaky and rough. His body was barely showing any signs of being alive. 'Where are you, you demon... Where are you when I'm fading...? '

Shadows moved without even a single noise outside. The voice had been whispering ceaselessly in his head, calling for him. What was happening? He had left the house for a second to get food for his master. However it seemed that the realm was running out of food. Barely a surprise with the war torn state it was in.

The demon realm was normally chaotic but not in a stats as bad as this. Never has the demon realm being so chaotic and dangerous. His worry didn't ease when he arrived at the mansion. The gate had been torn down. There was blood everywhere.

The trees were covered in cuts and blood streaks. The black roses in the perfectly trimmed bush were stained with red. The garden carried the unholy stench of a battlefield. The wet ground, the blood and the overpowering smell of gunpowder could remind anyone of their awful past.

Pushing past the now fallen black iron gates, the butler rushed into the mansion grounds. His eyes scanned the area. There were bodies littered around like rubbish on a stormy windy day. His eyes landed on the thick front doors that were hastily flung open. Never had the demon felt a fear as intense as he did now. He knew something was very wrong. His hand was stinging; burning like a hot metal was being forced through it.

Ciel.

As if it was out of instinct, his legs began to sprint into the once-so-glamorous mansion in possession of the family that housed his master.

Blood.

The front doors revealed a scene straight out of a horror movie. There were bodies in here too. The blood that pooled on the ground splashed as Sebastian ran in. He could smell Ciel. Not needing to search for his master's blood with his eyes, he followed the scent of his master's blood up to the third floor. His eyes widened as they landed on the scratches that covered the wall and the blood on the floor. At this point he knew Ciel was wounded heavily, if not dead. His blood began to boil as panic and anger spread through the demonic veins inside of him. He walked down the hallway seeing only one other body on the floor. It had a knife going through the skull, straight in between the eyes. The work of his master.

Nothing in this universe could have possibly prepared him for this scene. The once pristine carpet and proud walls were now stained with red. The furniture was covered in flecks of red. His eyes widened further as he saw what had been pushed onto the floor beside bed. A large iron crucifix stained red and green; a reaction that holy objects have with demon blood. He followed the dry trail of red up to the bed. His eyes found sheets as red as his own eyes and a small fragile body lay in them, barely moving.

"Ciel!" He called out and took the biggest steps he could, closing the space between himself and his injured master in seconds. He sat down next to him. His master responded with a low grunt as if in annoyance.

"Where.. 'ave you.. been?" He had never heard his master's voice as shaky and tired as it was now. Sebastian's eyes widened. His eyes had landed on the gaping wound the cross had made. He lifted his master's body up into his warm arms. The fragile body was cold as the iceberg that sank the Titanic, only that in this case his master's cold body was sinking everything inside him.

"I-I asked you something.. you stupid demon." Ciel pinched his butler's nose in an attempt to get his attention. Sebastian was in too much shock to talk. His mouth could only gape open and close and his throat only allowed small noises to escape.

Ciel's face kept its annoyed look, but he wanted nothing more than to breakdown and cry into his butler's arms. His eyes lost power and was only able to focus on objects that were close to him like the worry stained look on Sebastian's face. 'I have never seen him like this.. I don't like it..'

"Oi... You cat obsessed demon.." Ciel's hand moved to Sebastian's cheek, trying hard to not breathe too much or too little now that he had to fight for every last breath. His hands where covered in his own blood and it stained Sebastian pale face.

"D-don't look at me like... that..." The hand that held their contact raised and held onto his master's cold bloodied hands. The butler in black, once so strong and poise was now a wreck under his master's gaze. Everything inside was clashing and sinking into a sea of dread and brought back newly discovered fear and anger. There was a pool of an unknown feeling that the demon had been growing that now made his chest feel tight.

"Sebastian... don't…" His butler lowered his head, his raven locks hiding his face. Ciel didn't know what to say or how to react to this. Never had the demon shown any sign of attachment to him. Sure, he was kept alive when his memory was lost but never more than that. He thought it was just for the demon's own entertainment. He began to doubt those thoughts.

"You... what happened?" Sebastian's voice croaked and shook, it was barely louder than a whisper. Ciel looked at him unblinking with whatever was left in him. He knew the guilty expression in that demon's face.

"...I don't .. blame you... Don't.. blame yourself.." His butler trembled a bit for a brief moment. Hot salty liquid created thin rivulets down his face and landed on his masters tired and scarred limb.

"I broke the contract.. Ciel.. I'm so sorry..." His warm arms wrapped tighter around Ciel's smaller frame. There was a broken and empty feeling inside. Usually the demon had no trouble hiding such feelings but the shock and the sudden amount of different emotions that flooded him were crushing his mind. He didn't know demons could feel emotions the way humans did.

Ciel stayed silent, not only because he could feel himself slipping away, but Sebastian holding him for the last time, in a way he had never before and it felt so right. How did this go unnoticed by him all these years?

"Ciel… please.." A sob broke through the battle inside the demon holding Ciel. He trembled, unable to stop himself. Ciel couldn't believe his eye or ears anymore. His always-grinning Cheshire Cat of a butler was so broken down that he was crying and sobbing.

"Please… hold on my lord." The man was trying to hold his emotions together. This wasn't like him at all. This was a new side. Ciel's fingers moved against his cheek softly. They caressed Sebastian's cheek, consoling the weeping demon. They both knew that there was no fix for this and it was too late for Ciel.

Sebastian leaned into Ciel's hand and stared down at him. Ciel stared and smiled softly, a small uncharacteristic chuckled brushing past his lips. "You lied... you said demons... couldn't love" his voice began to fade toward the end of his words. Like a grim reaper extracting his cinematic records, Ciel couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. His eye lids closed one last time like a final curtain call. His royal blue orbs were now lifeless. With his last breath, he felt one last thing that made the pain go away. One thing that made him forget Karma's cruel treatment at his death.

Sebastian's lips.

This was the end.

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