After the End

by Ebony Death

This picks up after the end of Season 1 of the anime. Sebastian has just eaten Ciel's soul and Lizzy has been left alone. *Some of the names may be a little confusing at first. I've given demons names in Latin that describe their character. If you want to know what the names mean, look them up.*

1. Chapter 1

A Soul Lost in Darkness

I'm falling. I'm tumbling through and endless darkness. It hurts. It hurts so much…and yet…there is a sense of calmness. Even with all the pain I feel happy for the first time in many years. I know I'm not in heaven. If there is such a place, I cannot imagine it is as dark as this endless void. As I fall, I fear the time when I hit the bottom. I think I am alive, but my soul is dead. I know there is no escape from the agonizing death that awaits me at the end of my fall. As I fall I think about my life. All the people who loved me have probably forgotten me by now. I feel as though I have been falling for an eternity, but I have no sense of time here. All there is is pain and fear. Here there is not time. There is no life or death - Just pain. It is that pain that gives me clarity. Before my fall I always reveled in the pain life gave me. I don't know why that is. I guess I was a troubled person. As I think, I remember a story my mother once told me. It was a story of a little boy. The boy got sick and was about to leave the world of the living when his mother pulled him back. There was a thread connecting the boy's soul to the souls of those who loved him. It was very thin, but the mother's love made it strong. She used that thread to pull the boy's soul back to her world. I think about all the people I loved. There was a time when I loved. I know there was, but I wasn't strong enough to save anyone – not even those I loved the most. Maybe that's why I'm falling now. Maybe that's why I'm here. No…that doesn't seem right. I can't remember why I'm in this void or how I got here, but I don't feel like I failed. No, I feel like I left the world of the living with a sense of closure. Does it even matter? The world of the living is long gone. Now I am here, in this world of inbeing. It is a world where nothing matters because there is nothing. Somehow I can't accept that. I feel that if I let go of the world of the living I would hit the bottom of the pit. I'm scared to die so I cling to the world I knew before. Is that all there is for me? A struggle to hold on to a world already lost? Maybe this is hell. I am stuck between two worlds and it is torture. Maybe that is my hell, my punishment, and my salvation.