FYI this is a sequel, so I suggest reading the first fanficition, in which some of the characters here are explained. It's called "Frozen Demon". Thanks!
House on Foul's Legs
Demon's Folklore
"Sebastian! Did you hear?" My young master, Ciel, rushed into the room.
"Hear what, young master?" I asked. He waved a paper in my face.
"Lady Natasha's inviting us over to spend some time with her! We get to go back to Moscow!" It was the first time I saw my master so excited. He was smiling from ear to ear, finally acting his age. Today, he acted like a 13-year-old. Not an old man. His behavior made me chuckle. He almost forgot that Lady Natasha was still a demon, no matter how nice she was to him. It was interesting; she was actually nicer than Ash. Some angel, meaner than a Russian demon werewolf. Ciel's spirit would be angered, knowing that after I had consumed his soul, I would spend most of my time with Lady Natasha. I was getting hungry, so I needed revenge on whoever killed Ciel's parents, quick.
I helped my master pack, staying loyal to him, not letting my starvation for his soul get in the way of our contract. The time was soon to come. "Can we come along?" Finni sparkled, only to get a quick, "no." from me. He seemed pretty hurt by that, but at least I didn't say what Lady Natasha usually said. Whenever she thought that "no" was too polite, she said, "Idi pakakie." that meant "Go poop" In Russian. It was pretty funny, the way she said it, Russian adults were a little immature.
As I packed the spoiled master's clothes, I started remembering the days when Lady Natasha and I were able to spend every day together. We would go around, occasionally acting on our part of demons, but most of the time remaining nothing but nuisances. People would curse at us, as we hid in the woods and laughed at their stupidity. We would ruin moments for people, especially the ones in love. We butted in rudely into conversations, got drunk in the streets and chased people around. Those sure were my days of being what people called "an average teenager". But we weren't so average; since Lady Natasha's cunning hunting skills lured many souls in for our dinners.
Ciel's voice interrupted my thoughts; I scowled to myself then put on a smile for him. "Sebastian, aren't you excited? You get to see Lady Natasha again…" He nudged me in the ribs, that immature kid, but no matter how much he annoyed me, I kept smiling.
"Yes, my Lord. Very excited. You seem to be enthusiastic yourself to see her again."
"I am. I miss her, she was the one person that had been nice to me, and didn't look down upon me because of my age." Poor kid didn't know that the only reason she listened to him was because he was a kid. She loved children.
Ciel blabbered on and on, so I drowned out his voice and went back to remembering. Soon I was to see my Lady again. With each clip clop of the horse's hooves going towards the port, I got more and more happy. I sat silently, smiling and pretending to listen my master. Looking out the window, I knew that I was not going to miss London. Actually, I felt rather home sick towards Moscow. It was a beautiful place.
It took a few hours to get the luggage off the cart and onto the ship. More traveling. I didn't mind it at all, but the young master complained a lot about sea legs and sicknesses and other nonsense as such. This time, though, he seemed a little more tolerant of these things. He really had gained quiet a fondness for her. He was smiling for the whole time; I was the only one to see him in a state as such. If Lizzie saw him that way she would've thought that he had changed his ways and he hated no more.
As we boarded the ship, I knew that almost instantly, I had a problem on my hands. "Oy, look, the fabulous spoiled child with his sparkly butler. Where are your parents, precious little baby? Do they trust this sparkly undertaker to guide you?" One of the sailors decided that he had to right to tease us.
"Excuse us, sir." I bowed and held Ciel back. I made sure the sailor caught my death glance. He did, but pretended that it didn't bother him.
"Damn sailor wouldn't know respect if it bit him in the face." Ciel mumbled under his breath.
"Don't worry, my Lord." I smiled at him. He smiled back knowing that the sailor, the poor, pitiful, sailor had it coming.
I stepped to the railing of the ship and looked as far out as the eye could see. Water. Lots and lots of water surrounded us. The crystal blue of the waves matched the color of the sky, making it hard to tell the difference between the two. The day had been a foggy one, the clouds made travelling by sea dangerous. Ciel was bound for misfortune, either way, what difference did a little weather make? I knew that Ash had set the clouds upon us. He wanted to cleanse Ciel, and Ciel being in Moscow and surrounded by demons was to give him a few struggles.
I cursed Ash under my breath, but laughed at him for thinking that gloomy fog could stop us. His name was written all over the silver mist, there was no way that this was irony or coincidence. "You know the signs for weather, ay?"
I turned to see a man with a scraggly beard. He looked about in his fifties. His hair had gone to salt and pepper, and his glassy brown eyes were surrounded by wise looking wrinkles. On his head he bore a sailors hat and wore a light brown dirty waistcoat.
"Yes, sir." I answered.
"This morning there was a red sky. Have you heard the folklore?"
"Red sky at night, sailor's delight. Red sky in the morning, sailors, take warning." I chanted, nonchalantly. A strong wind blew, as if on command, as we began to sail from the port. I knew that it was to be a very interesting trip.