Raven

"Young Master," Sebastian handed Ciel a straight newspaper neatly folded into quarters. Ciel glanced up at his butler, curiously. He placed his lukewarm cup of tea (which was now half empty) upon the desk in front of him. "I found something in this morning's paper that you might find rather interesting."

"If it's about Alois Trancy, I'm not in the mood." Ciel mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Actually, it's not." Ciel unfolded the paper and read the headlines. 'Missing young boy returns home to London with a new butler'. "I've heard this sentence far too often." Sebastian smirked. As Ciel read through the rest of the article, he stared at the picture displayed at the bottom of the page.

A young boy around Ciel's age with chocolate brown hair and matching auburn eyes stood in front of a familiar mansion. Beside him stood a tall blood-red haired man wearing a black butler's suit, with eyes the colour of the dying sun. "That boy…I know him. Spencer Summon. His family used to do trade with my company. We were…acquaintances. He went missing a year after my parents died."

"I see…well, how interesting." Sebastian leered, patting a gloved finger over his bottom lip.

"…I didn't know demons could have such red hair." Ciel stated. "I always thought they came in black."

"Demons can take any decided human form. It's completely up to them." Sebastian informed.

"…So, that's why you look like my father then…" Ciel stated bitterly, crossing his right leg over the other.

"Well, I never intended it. Perhaps you just see that within my character." Sebastian smiled widely and Ciel just rolled his eyes.

"Locate Summon for me. I wish to meet with him. I shall hold a ball in his honour, celebrating his return. Invite everyone, including my enemies and rivals. This is but a social convention."

Sebastian bowed his head and crossed his arm over his chest. "Yes, my lord."

"Master, your collar has unbuttoned." The red-headed demon stared at the silver mark that lay upon his Master's collarbone. Spencer fiddled with the black castle of his chess set as Raven redid his top shirt button, obscuring his seal from public view.

Spencer stared out of the window opposite his desk. The world seemed so bright…so peaceful. "This house is too large for one man and his butler."

"Is that a complaint?" Raven asked, smiling at his young Master.

"No…it's peaceful…" Spencer hummed, "But what does a demon know about peace…" at that moment, an abrupt knock upon the door broke through the echoing halls of Summon's Mansion. "Answer the door."

"Yes, young Master." Raven left Spencer to himself as he exited into the hallway. As he came closer to the front door, he could sense another being…a being not of this world. He reached for the silver handle and felt a change of movement. He swiftly opened the entrance and closed his eyes as a silverware knife flew in his direction. He moved his right arm and caught the blade between his gloved middle and index finger. The blade had come an inch away from his right eye and raven simply cackled. "You're strength is high, but your aim is poor. A good killer would have hit me between the eyes."

Sebastian stepped from behind the tree that stood within the Summon's front garden. "My apologies. I'll try better next time."

"Sebastian. I never thought I'd see you here." Raven chuckled lightly as he through the silver knife back in Sebastian's direction. The knife passed the demon and hit the tree that stood behind him.

"I could say the same for you, Raven."

"Why are you here?" The red-headed demon demanded. Sebastian sighed and pulled a white envelope out of nowhere. Raven raised an eyebrow as the clad black butler threw the envelope.

"An invitation from my Master, Ciel Phantomhive. He wishes to celebrate your Master's return with a ball."

"Ah, Phantomhive, the soul you are so incredibly obsessed with…how charming." Raven stated sarcastically. "Master Spencer isn't one for social gatherings."

"How does he expect to run the Summon Company without a social will?" Sebastian mocked. "Surely you of all people should be capable of teaching a child…then again, perhaps not."

"Shut up." Raven uttered. "Even if Master Summon does not attend the ball, I still intend to show my face in his honour…and I also wish to meet Phantomhive. I've heard much about him…and his soul."

Sebastian sneered. "Good day Mister Embitt."

Raven turned and smiled behind the man's back. "Good day Mister Michaelis."

"Alois, you've been invited to a ball." Claude unformed, placing the envelope before the blonde haired Master who sat slouched in front of his desk.

"I'll pass." He stated, nonchalantly flicking the paper from his table top onto the floor. "That stuff's too boring for me. He stated with an exaggerated yawn. Claude narrowed his eyes at the letter that lay hopelessly upon the crimson carpet. "I'd much rather be here than dancing with a bunch of stupid dull minded stiff nosed brats." He exclaimed.

"The invitation is from Ciel Phantomhive." Claude clarified. Alois' eyes lit up with a completely different excitement. "The ball is to honour the return of the long lost Earl Spencer Summon. Many nobles shall be attending. If I were you-"

"Alright, sign me up!" Alois smirked, throwing his arms in the air. "But only if you go with me. There's no way I'm going alone, especially since Ciel and Sebastian are the hosts."

"Yes, your highness."

TBC