MUST READ!: To make things clear. Season 2 did not happen here, but Ciel IS a demon. Claude and Sebastian know each other from the demon world... because I said so. Ciel had never met Alois or Claude before, keep that in mind. It might seem a bit awkward I know. Okay... and Stephan Dur- I don't remember his name, is like an outside character. He's not really an OC (even though it seems like it because I made him up) but he's rarely in the story anyway. I hope this story isn't too... depressing. I might make a parody of this if I have time. It seems like I'm only good with writing deep stories. Thanks for reading! Mild BL in later chapters.
Chapter 1: My Target
"Don't look at me with that face of yours!" I screamed and slapped his face the moment I woke up from my sleep. Sebastian stumbled backwards due to me being stronger than before. My fingers stung for a split second and the pain went away. He looked at me with the same face; indifferent with a hint of anger spiced in. I gritted my teeth, hating that look as if he wanted me dead every second of the day. It was frustrating to stare at that face for the past two hundred years.
"Yes, my lord," he bowed and placed a hand on his chest. Still, his expression didn't change. I straightened myself, ran my fingers through my hair and chuckled at him. How ridiculous. I loathed that look, like he lost his precious meal. Then again, he did. I sat up against the backboard of the bed and yawned. The sleep was unbearable, seeing how sleeping a waste of time for demons, but I was still going with my normal routine. I inched towards the edge of the bed and Sebastian silently dressed me. He tucked a black rose in my breast pocket and I frowned at him when he refused to tie my bowtie any tighter. I didn't have a pleasant sleep and when I woke up, I was aggravated with the face Sebastian had. I probably slept on the wrong side of the bed.
The smell of freshly cut wood stank in my nose, explaining the fact that Sebastian had recently finished building this mansion. We were the only one in the neighborhood to live in one, but that didn't stop me from ordering Sebastian to construct it. The place took about fifty acres, pushing everyone else to move somewhere else. We lived in a subtle city, small and quiet. There were no servants in the manor but it wasn't necessary. The bird situated themselves on the branches and started chirping in the early morning, singing for the world. The scowl on my face grew deeper as I drank from my empty teacup while I picked up the newspaper. The smell of newsprint and ink rubbed onto my fingers when I touched the paper. It would be a few more years until they completely stop printing newsprint and switch over to the computers.
"'On the Verge of Entering the Third World War but Who Will Start It?'" the title flashed on top. It was stupid. Sebastian and I had experienced both world wars; blood and sweat, fear and satisfaction, life and death. They were both dreadfully dull and full of ennui. Except for Hitler, who was responsible of killing eleven million people. It was impressive how a single human being could do it.
"Ah, young master. We are short in supplies and I will need to go out to resupply," Sebastian informed me. We didn't use anything in the manor that would require a change of anything in the last two days. I didn't eat, so there was no point in buying food, and there were no servants or guests that would come to the mansion and use our resources. I stopped Sebastian when he was about to walk out of the door.
"I'll come along. I desire to leave this mansion for fresh air." I put on my top hat and coat myself while Sebastian handed me my walking stick. The era of my clothes halted in my time period while others started to wear more lecherous and revealing articles of clothing. We headed to Rockefeller Center in New York where the only seamstress who would tailor me Victorian clothes held business. I would usually take my limo to New York but I realised it attracted excess attention so I avoided it today but take a black Jaguar car. The ride usually took about an hour, depending on traffic, and I would stare out the window to watch the scenery pass by. I've seen the same trees, the same roads, and the same signs more than thousands of times yet each time I look at them, I would be fascinated by them and lose myself staring at the trees.
Arriving New York on schedule, the skies were thick, palled by heavy smoke. The government –I tried living in America for a change– attempted to get rid of factories and automobiles that would taint the air with carbon dioxide but it was still visible in the atmosphere. Though not one of the hundred people that walk at the Rockefeller Center recognised the slightest change. It could have been just my increased sense after becoming this creature of the dark. It was to be a quadrennial day tomorrow, year 2036, and I was in need for something fresh to wear. Many pedestrians were calmly walking by with their cheery smiles; others were entering stores for sales. Suddenly, screams echoed through the air and the sound of shrieks cut through the space. The sound was amplified a hundred more times in my new ear that still wasn't adjusted to the extreme pitch changes. My ears were still sensitive as I lift one hand to cover it, tapping my temple to knock out the ringing reverberation in my head. Crowds of people swarm into one group, huddling in stores before dispersing into groups like little ants that frantically run around on top of a hot pot.
Then, a figure came walking towards us two; one hand in a tight fist and the other grabbing onto the head of a dead human body. It looked sickly, to hold onto a head and crush it between fingers to get a better grip on the entire weight of the body. He threw the body to the side and searched nearby for another victim to molest. The revolting smell of metallic blood made me scrunch up my nose and I hated that smell.
"Sebastian, he's not human is he?" I tilted my hat up a little to get a better look at him. I said it slowly, with uncertainty, but it was already apparent what he was. It was a boy, about nine years old with bleached blond hair that frizzed in every direction. His eyes were glowing pink with hatred and enjoyment. He approached at a slow speed, about half a mile away from us, picking the next person carefully. Some people were stranded in the deserted street, staggering for a place to hide.
"Indeed, bocchan. He might pose as extra trouble and we could be late for your fitting." Sebastian cracked a smile and checked his watch prior to sliding it back up his sleeves. The creature's eye caught sight of us, charging forward with incredible speed. Once he came close to my face in less than a second, it felt like everything was playing in slow motion. I didn't change my façade, quickly moving two inches to dodge his easy punch that was aimed to my head. Sebastian rushed at my side, directed his body away from mine by taking his arm and guiding it, and twisting it behind the child. He yelped out in pain and then smirked at both of us. The smell of blood was soaked into his clothes, painfully entering my nose.
"You're like me aren't you?" he spoke through his gritted teeth. I glared down at him, my demonic eyes shimmered for a nanosecond, and then it vanished.
"I'm not like you at all, a lowlife going around broad daylight on a killing spree." I spat my words as harshly as I could at him. He snickered at me and jerked his hand free from Sebastian's grasp. He touched his wrist to examine if it was broken or not, then tugged on his tie to make it looser. Queer, he was wearing similar clothing style as me, not the modern outfits of trousers and a t-shirt.
"Of course you're not like me, a noble rank in the underworld like me is nothing new compared to the new demon that couldn't control his senses yet. I'm sorry for making such a mistake." He licked his lips and turned around to show me his back, "Nevertheless, join me and my group. We can take over the world if I add you to my collection." He acted all high and mighty and it vexed me. I was still new at stabilsing my powers but he didn't have to go through his busy agenda of killing to insult me. Moreover, what did they mean we should join his group? Did he gather other demons with him as well? To what…? Rule the world? I laughed at him, waving my hand at him.
"Go on with your little game. I will not participate in the frivolous battle of yours." I swiveled on my heels and walked in the opposite direction. It really was a useless subject to talk about. Rule the human world? Imp- No, it wasn't impossible if he had just a small army of devils under his lead. But still, I wasn't interested in wars. "Please excuse him, we have a tight schedule today," Sebastian chimed in. the little kid snorted as he strutted away to another human cowering next to a light pole because he sprained his ankle.
"Have it your way. The world isn't big enough for two opposing demons!" The air grew darker, glooming clouds hover New York. The scent of blood was so strong when the kid made a bloodbath of one of the densest population in the east coast. I entered the tailoring store to pick up my new outfits and was greeted by several racks of clothes; ranging from Victorian to modern clothes. It was a small store, cramped in the middle of two brand name department stores and a restaurant. The entire building was made of wood and the floor started to creak every time I walked. It reeked of hot glue and cream cheese on bagels as she was taking a lunch break. Normally, I wouldn't bother leaving my mansion to get my clothes; it was Sebastian's job. But living for so long had become boring. I paid the woman with my credit card –Sebastian said it was easier than to carry cash– and waited as she fetched for them.
"Master," Sebastian spoke up as I folded my hands across my chest, "did you know who that was?" I furrowed my eyebrows, told him I was uninterested, and shook my head. "Well you ought to know. Stephan Durzales, cousin of Beelzebub's grandson. He held a grudge because no one would say his name except for 'grandson's cousin' and rumor has it that he wants to rule over the human world so people will acknowledge him." I put my hand up to his and silenced him when the seamstress came back with the clothes. I handed Sebastian the new purple and brown outfits that had a hundred ruffles sewn onto them. We stepped out of the shop, the door chimes clanked together and bells resonated.
"This has nothing to do with me." I pushed him away and walked to the skating rink. It was the end of February and the rink was still open.
"Oh, but it is. It may seem like a blatant lie, but bear with me. One hundred and fifty-one years ago. Yes, the year you were sold away," Sebastian evilly smiled at me while I glared daggers back at him, "Angels are made of purity. The only way to corrupt it is if a devil shows him the sins of the world and how God will love them if they follow the demon's words. Stephan had the ability, changed the angel named Ash/Angela, and had the angel 'work' for the Queen of England.
"Stephan told them to make the noble families suffer in order to understand the goal of purification. Your family was one of the victims. Nevertheless, he was let off the hook for what he's done because of the connections he has. Now he's back." Crack! The skull head on my walking stick turned to dust and fell to the concrete floor when I broke it with my strength. My fist was coiled around the reaming dust. Indignant flushed through me as hatred followed it and mixed itself with my confused feelings. My revenge… wasn't complete, yet Sebastian could have claimed my soul. The blood rushed through my face, my anger augmented. He disobeyed my order and lied to me. Lies, lies, lies. My mind couldn't wrap around the thought. All that's been spat out were lies. I fell to my knees and panted, hyperventilating over trivial matters.
"He? He was the mastermind?" I uttered between my gasps. Then something clicked in my head, "No! If you lied to me about that, then this information could be a lie as well!" I shouted at him but Sebastian cocked his eyebrow.
"Lie? I kept my promise and never lied. His actions were washed away; he was given a new slate. None of us were supposed to talk of it as if his record existed, until he showed up now." The swiftness of fear took form of cold sweat that beaded down the side of my cheeks. Why was I fazed by something so long ago? Did revenge follow me everywhere? Abruptly, Sebastian stuck something in my mouth and used a lighter to light it up. The taste of tobacco was overwhelming and but nerves were slowly soothing. I took it out of my mouth with two fingers and blew out a messy puff of smoke. Looking down at the cigarette, I realised my hand shook and I tried stopping it by squeezing my wrist but it was no use so I continued to smoke.
"That kid is smoking," a person shunned me and muttered to her friend as she walked by, holding their noses, "You're only going to harm your health." I ignored the person since I've heard that line one too many times. I took in another deep breath, letting the weed seep into my lungs and threw out the finished cigarette bud. I was unconsciously walking, without my stick, tracking down the scent of blood and the source of chaos. Many police cars with ambulances sped down the streets to the scene of crime. One sniff in air and the smell of blood told me there were about one hundred seventy three dead bodies. Turn left, turn right, keep going down the road, and turn left again, my mind was ordering my body. Eventually, I found a stairway to an underground pub. My heels clanked with every step, paranoid about a certain thing. There was a person guarding the entrance, bald, muscular, and smoking half a pack in less than two hours. He stared at us when Sebastian kicked down the door, a bit impatient with what was happening. The loud music continued to blast through the speakers but everyone had stopped talking to stare at the people who broke the door.
"Ah, the newbie!" Stephan surprised me by putting a hand over my shoulders and shoved an empty mug in my face. For the shortest second, everyone's eyes, including Sebastian's flashed the demonic pink colour and jealousy before going to back to chat amongst themselves.
"I'm here to join to help you rule the world, but I'm not here to play around," I rejected the offer to drink beer, "I only drink tea."
"Anyway, cheers to the new members!" Everyone gave a small grunt. The tension in the air was stiff and people stayed in their own cliques. There were about ten people in the house and they didn't seem friendly. Working with another demon was already hard, but to work in a group, despite their own selfish needs was nearly doable. Sebastian and I weren't new faces to them but I've never seen them before –being as I was the hot subject that everyone talked about in hell. Each one had their own special personality but this was still a small group if we were to go against all civilization. We found an empty table near the corner and took off my coat. I slid in the seat, sitting in the middle of the bench.
"Master, why would you suddenly join if you have an aversion for him?" Sebastian asked the simple question. He wasn't catching on with my plan as quickly as he used to, strange. Were his skills not keen enough? I took a biscuit from the small, vacant plate and bit into it. My mood lightened up a bit and I slyly smiled while eating the snack.
"First, I'll form a trust bond between us, doing his dirty work and etcetera. And when he finally reaches his goal, I'll kill him in this moment of glory, seizing the opportunity. I'll torture him along with way. It's the same process as before. I'll rip their pride off their flesh and make them feel the humiliation that I went through." I looked down at my thumb, expecting my blue hope piece, but I reminisced that it lost its colour and I didn't need it anymore.
"What have you been through?" a flamboyant blonde-haired person jumped into the seat as he pushed me to the side so he could sit at the table as well. I was flung to the side, almost slamming into the wall by the incredible physical ability he had. Then another pitch black-haired man with thin glasses that sat at the crook of his nose stood next to the table, gleaming down at Sebastian and me. He smiled –creepily– at me but frowned at Sebastian. The blonde gave off a different aura: eagerness and curiosity.
I stood up, toppling the condiments and plate on the table, "Why is there a human in here!" I raised my voice and everyone knew I was furious. Most of the people ignored me as if they grew tired of a child. I gritted my teeth and sat down in my seat, recomposing myself.
"There was no need to scream," the blonde boy giggled, "I'm Alois Trancy. I'm here because Claude is my butler and we've been recruited like you. I couldn't just leave my poor butler here with all these other men!" Alois looked at Claude who was glaring at Sebastian so he flicked his fingers at his butler's glasses. For a moment, Alois' face scrunched up into an angry look before giddily smiling. I turn a head from them, uninterested by their presence. UNTIL…
That annoying high squeaky voice enters my ear. Shivers run down my spine as it called out its welcoming greeting. "Oh! Sebastian!" That glow of red, that flash of acute teeth, and that scent of perfume appeared in front of me. Grell jogged pass Claude and jumped onto Sebastian, only my butler pushed him away with a slight movement of his hand. "That cold attitude of yours never changed!" My eyes widened, why was he here? Wasn't this an organization or small gathering of demons that would rule the world? A shinigami was the opposite of what it takes to dominate the human world.
"We have to be diverse right?" Grell said, almost reading my mind. I flinch to the left, uncomfortable with the spacing between me and him but luckily, Alois got in the middle and stuck his nose right up to mine.
"Did you hear? Stephan says he's making all twelve of us, including you and Sebastian over there, to be sent to a military boot camp to get some 'training.'" Alois licked his lips and distanced himself from me. "And it's to be at a human boot camp." A human boot camp? Not one that's designed for us supernatural beings? I let out a chuckle. If they thought it was be difficult for us, I would kill Stephan right here, right now. But I suppose I could play around a bit, it wasn't like I would be getting much more entertainment than I am now. Everything here seemed suspicious, but for the now, I'll oversee it. Let the training begin!