'Sebastian.' Short whisper sliced through the silent room. Not a second later quiet knocking was heard. 'Come in.'

'What can I do for you, my lord?' asked Sebastian, his face emotionless and eyes empty. He looked as dead as ever.

'I want you to go away. I'm breaking our contract.'

'You cannot do that, my lord. If you do…'

'Then what! Will I die or something?' screamed young demon. Blue eyes changed their colour to bright shade of red.

'This is possible.' the butler responded simply.

'Pft! Not like you care… And I don't care either. I was ready to die years ago.'

'Is that your final decision?'

'Yes, it is.'

'Well… Then goodbye, Ciel Phantomhive.'

And the demon disappeared. For this short second before he left, Ciel saw a smile on his lips and gleam in his eyes. And this was enough for him.

Hours were passing and he haven't felt like dying or vanishing. In fact he felt nothing – there was just emptiness in his dead heart. Was he regretting it? Partly. When he had Sebastian, he always had someone by his side. Now he was all alone, not knowing where to go and what to do. This was the very first time in his demonic life when he felt…

…lost.

After three months after Sebastian's departure, Ciel decided to leave the mansion he was living (or rather hiding) in. Using his new powers Phantomhive made his way to Paris – his almost second home from childhood.

It was not a long time since his reborn and things haven't changed very much. He knew very well that if he waited with that decision any longer, it'd be hard for him to find himself in the new, unknown reality.

Paris, especially at the dead of night, was a very dangerous place. Young demon, however, was fearing nothing – he was able to defend himself if needed. Also, changing into the demon hasn't stopped him growing and he did not look like a child anymore. Quite the opposite, in fact – four years after that day, he had a look of young man in age of yearly 20's. And then he was getting older no more.

Ciel was walking through the dark alleys and streets. He was just looking for something. But he had no idea what it was.

'Hello, little one.' he heard someone's voice. He turned his face to see who it was.

In the alley was sitting a man – demon, in fact. The stranger had short black hair and ugly scar on his right cheek.

'Pft.' was all Phantomhive had to say and he just wanted to walk away, but the other demon had stopped him.

'Hey, wait! I want to help you!' said the other.

'Thank you, but I do not need your help. Now leave me alone.' Ciel responded harshly, glaring at the unknown demon.

'Are you sure? I have only friends and enemies within demons. It's your the only one chance to be friends with me. And believe me – you don't want to become my enemy.'

'Is there any other reason for why should I be friends with you?'

'You will not be lonely anymore and I can teach you many things.'

'Loneliness does not affect me since I got used to it pretty good. What more, why do you think I need any further education?'

'I can smell you are new born demon. Also, you still do not the most basic thing; know how to control your aura – it's pulsating like mad… You are an easy prey not only for demons, but for many other dark creatures as well.'

Ciel remained silent. He had asked Sebastian to teach him how to use his powers. It was surprising that Michaelis did not tell him something that important. It could cause him a lot of trouble.

'…Oh? Seems like you was not even aware of your aura. Ha! Ha!' the other demon laughed.

'It's my own problem. Besides, I will not be your "friend".'

The elder made a serious face.

'Are you sure? I told you that you really do not want to be my enemy.'

'And I don't. So I'll walk away peacefully and both of us can pretend we've never met.'

'Bossy, aren't you?' laughed stranger. 'Well… Since you do not know my name I think I can make an exception for you. But beware – there are many creatures in this city who'll gladly meet you.'

And he was gone. Ciel was alone once more. He wanted to ignore the warning, however he couldn't brush off the feeling of uneasiness. Either way, he decided to go further into the dark city.

He grew more and more impatient. Phantomhive could not find any destination for his journey. Nor even a hint to find what he was looking for.

And then he saw an empty house which seemed somehow familiar. Young demon decided to live there for a while – he had a feeling that he should do so. And an instinct has never deceived him.

Rooms were empty almost completely empty, they were equipped in very basic and old furniture covered by dusted cloths. The floor was cracking under his feet. He found the switches and turned on the lights. Fortunately, all the wiring was working perfectly.

Ciel went to one of the bedrooms and prepared the room. Chores were never something he liked, but staying in dirty space was just something unthinkable. When he finished, he laid on the bed, hoping that the new day will be better.