A scream tore through the vast nothingness, a scream that reflected pain and torment. The body convulsed violently as shards of pure white light pierced the skin, burning everything in their path. Another howl erupted forth, jerking back the head as the eyes threatened to bulge out of their sockets. The holy binding chain wrapped itself around his form. cutting off his air. Not that he needed it anymore. It's surprising how little you need to survive while trapped in the folds of limbo.
Oh how he hated this cursed light. It seared his skin, and burned him to the core. He had hated this purifying light before, but now, now it was worse. It burned at his darkness, driving it away into oblivion. He couldn't stand this. Was he to lose his darkness? If so, what would that leave him with? Was he destined to be nothing but a shadow of his former self? He didn't know if he could live with that. He needed the darkness. He thrived off of it.
He couldn't tell how long he had been here, and he had no knowledge of how long he would stay. Was someone searching for him? Would anyone miss him? It was so strange now, his entire life he had been content to work alone and yet now, he wished that someone had missed him. He wished that someone wanted him back. This dreadful light must be getting to him. He had no reason to want such a 'human' feeling now. It was beneath him. They were beneath him.
Yet look at him now. He was far worse off now than any human he had so despised. This really was dreadful. He closed his eyes, cringing as the terrible brightness ratcheted through a particularly sensitive spot on his back, making him arch in pain. His eyes slowly opened as the pain receded slightly. Not much, but he took his joys where he could get them.
How much longer would he have to stay like this? He was sure that if he was not rescued soon, his time here would surely kill him. If this was what would eventually be the death of him, then he was far weaker than most. Oh, how the mighty had fallen. To end up like this, destroyed and broken just like a mere human would be. He was disgusted with himself. This was truly the lowest one could go.
It came out of nowhere. Any other time, and he would have sworn he was imagining it but now, with his very being almost gone, it came to him. A hand, pulsing with darkness, reached out to the flickering fragments of his psyche. It took a hold of his own, and suddenly he was on a bed, the silk sheets comfortingly embracing his seared skin. He looked up to see what happened, and red eyes met green with one question.
"Why?" The owner of the blue eyes smirked as if it was obvious and, maybe it was.
"You are my butler, Sebastian. We made a deal that still stands even now. Now get to work Sebastian, you have rested enough." Sebastian smiled at Ciel. Business as always then.
"Yes, master."