Sorry guys if this sucks it's my first fan-fic enjoy!
The Black Butler, his Mistress, and his Master
It was the day that was he was supposed to die. Ciecle looked back at the burning building. He watched in excitement and glee as all his trouble burned away. A tight hand griped his shoulder harder. The man looked down at him he smiled and caressed the boy's back.
He looked at him and remembered he made a pact with a demon a few minutes ago. He looked back at the building a girl with long blonde hair stepped out of a carriage. She ran towards them screaming his name and crying with her she held a long sword. When she got to them Ciecle had passed out. She pointed the sword at the man. "HAND OVER MY BROTHER DEMON!" She cringed. She stared at his fiery, bloodthirsty, eyes.
He smirked a devilish grin. He said in a very harsh, tone "What are you wanting to do to my new master. I'm his demon butler! Now leave us or I'll kill you too!" his face turned cold and cruel. She bowed for a second "I'm sorry I didn't know that you had a contract." she said glancing at his hand. "I would like to know what your contract is exactly." He smiled and said that the boy wanted the people who put his family to an end dead as well all the people who had tortured him the past year. He was going to consume his soul tomorrow after he killed the last few people.
She fell to her knees and begged him not to. He set the child down gently next to a tree. He went over to the crying woman and lifted her soft chin. "I will let him live if you sell everything you have to me." He smirked a vile grin and waited her response. She looked at his eyes and cowered but didn't back away. She simply showed her fear and as he reached his hand to her she took it replying sternly, "Yes, my lord." She bowed before him. She realized that she just threw everything to save her little brother. He brought his hand to her chin and tilted her head upwards. She closed her eyes tightly when his lips pressed hers. Tears trickled down her cheeks. She didn't remember the last time she had cried. He pulled away. "The young master named me Sebastian so call me that from now on." She bowed again and the butler also bowed.
He put the little boy in the carriage against his sister's lap. She smiled and laid her head back placing her sword beside her. She started crying saying "Thank you so much for saving him I wouldn't live with myself knowing the fact that he could have died. Thank you so much!" Ciecle