Hello, everyone who have chosen to read my story! This is my very first black butler story, so please go easy on me! If you have any questions or ideas for the story, I love co-writing, and would happily take any ideas you throw at me. This will be in the third person's Point of view, but it will always be describing someone's thoughts. So if I am to say 'Ciel's P.o.v., then it will still be in the third person, but it will be talking about how Ciel feels. ((just in case if you were to get confused.))~ - Kierra~

Sebastian's P.O.V.

It all seemed unreal to him. Nothing made sense right now. When he looked at his Young Master, there was nothing there that had use to be. A blackness had taken over him, creating him into nothing. It was as if a blackness had taken over, and left Sebastian with this nothing that used to be his master and lover.

Sebastian sighed lightly, being sure not to wake up the sleeping demon while he was cleaning. He dreaded it when he was awake. Ciel would only glare at him in disgust and pain. Sebastian had hurt his Young Master when he had become a demon, and he knew it. It hurt him to know that, too. So, Sebastian would only wonder into Ciel's study and room when he would be asleep. Ciel looked like his old self when he was asleep. Only he looked so sad, as if his dreams were no better then his reality.

Things just seemed to be so easy back before all of this had happened. So happy, and for Sebastian, so human. This little Ciel Phantomhive had created a mortal out of this black hearted demon, made him see the light that he would often hear about. Of course he knew he was a demon, and intended on staying that way, it had felt so nice to have these feeling, and emotions. To forget his hunger, and smile, and have a good time.

Sebastian loved Ciel very much. They would often kiss, touch, and cuddle. Ciel would often make him stay with him at night and hold him until he fell asleep.

But now...

Now Ciel stayed as distand of him as he possably could. The last thing that Ciel has said to him, had been the most hurtful, and heartbreaking thing that he had ever heard. The demon actaully had thought he had felt the heart he had created for this body being slowly distroyed, and plunged back into the darkness were it belonged.

"You lied to me Sebastian...You /lied/ to me! Then you tried to KILL me as if it was my fault for it happening! AND DONT YOU EVEN DARE SAY YOU WANTED TO KNOW IF I WAS A DEMON OR NOT, YOU JUST WANTED MY DAMN SOUL ALL ALONG! YOU NEVER LOVED ME DID YOU? THAT WAS PROBABLY JUST A DAMN LIE TOO! I guess it doesnt matter anymore, now does it? ...I hate you."

Sebastian could have heard that from any other person in the world. Just not Ciel. Not the only one he had ever felt this way for, who he could'nt imagine any life without, not his Master who he has to face every day.

Now every day instead of that small light in those eyes going off at the sight of seeing him, there was only hatread, held back tears that he would often pretend not to see, and a pain the he had created for his Bocchan, and he wasn't able to get his soul, not that he really cared about that anymore.

But it didnt matter how he felt anymore. His precious Young Master hated him now.

To Sebastian, it did matter though. Sebastian had to admit to himself he'd rather have Ciel hate him alive as a demon, then to love him, and have sebastian kill him, and eat his soul.