I am the king

Sebastian Michaelis. He'd retained the name he'd been given so long ago. It seemed to fit, and after such a long time he wasn't sure he'd respond to anything else. Though, the days of being called by such a name or needing to respond had long since passed. Ciel was fine without him, he'd grown, become independent, and no longer wished to be babysat by the demon he'd employed. And so Sebastian was shooed away, given no further instructions. So, without a master present, he was left on his own accord. And that's when things had become dangerous. The world had nearly collapsed in on itself, leaving the Earth a mass of ruin. The boundaries between the worlds were demolished as the humans sought shelter and the demons sought chaos. There was no peace, no serenity, not anymore. And it was a bother to the demon that so enjoyed perfection. He'd become accustomed to his former life and less than such did not please him. He was a demon of high class and power, not one that should squabble in the pits with all of the others, trying to get a grasp on reality. Armageddon had come and Sebastian planned it take advantage of it.

It'd taken him years, passing slower than they had before, but he'd succeed in taking charge. He'd left his former life behind, and more importantly, his once precious master. He was free, powerful. He was to be bowed to, not ordered about. He was king, a lasting, sinful one. The worlds, intermingled now to a chaotic degree, both fell before him. The shinigami were overpowered and struck down. The angels stayed out of the mess, fearing the demons. And in the wake of the destruction that had passed through stood Sebastian, eyes glinting dominantly. He'd constructed his palace, lavish and sadistic in design. It towered above everything else and no one dared to challenge it. So he was left in charge, a dictator, a king. Where he rightfully belonged all along. Perhaps being out of servitude had destroyed his mind, perhaps he was merely making up for lost time. It didn't really matter, knowing where his lust for power had come from wasn't important. It wouldn't change anything.

He sat atop his throne, lounged across the velvet seat, the silken pillows, the solid gold backing decorated with bone. He was surrounded at all times, guards, servants, all willing to do whatever he asked of them. Both women and men fawned after him, kneeling at his feet. They were his, and no one was going to take his power from him. He was sinister, greedy, cruel, a devil among lambs. And that devil held the shepherd's staff, now and forever. He had no thoughts of Ciel, his former master, nor of those had he dealt with. For all he knew, they were all dead, by his hands or someone else's. It didn't matter. Ciel was lost among the world, deep within the destruction with no servant at his side. Not anymore. Now, he was alone.

Claude Faustus he was 'killed' by that man and left to die with a sword in his chest, but he did not die that night. He was saved by whom? Hanna of course that women was so stupid saving him thinking that he would get Alois no he was done severing that brat, she saved him and he was off on his way while she drowned in the ocean alone. He took a hiding place in earth and once the sun had killed everyone he came back to earth as the rest of the demons and Sebastian. He hid for all this time, Sebastian thinking that he had killed the other, no he was wrong. But Claude was bowing down to Sebastian but only dressed as a servant and changed face.

It was time, time for him to take over and have everyone watch as the 'king' was killed and Claude took over! Claude walked into the throne room and Sebastian sat on top of it like always with a bored look on his face and Claude had his weapon hiding in this room if he needed it. Sebastian didn't even so much as look at the other walking into the room.

Claude walked down the long walkway to the throne and the face peeled away and his former body came back and he pushed his glasses up to his face. "Sebastian." He growled and Sebastian tore himself from his thoughts and his eyes widen in surprise and stood up growling at him. "You have changed your looks." Claude mused with light smirk on his face. "I grew bored with such a handsome face and longed for my true form, so I mixed the two together." Sebastian said as he walked down the staircase that held up his throne.

"I see I did not get rid of you properly the first time, I will make sure I do now." He growled and Claude came at him first wild and full of hate of losing to Sebastian. Sebastian only smirked and the guards acted but he stopped them this was his fight and he would kill Claude again. Sebastian knocked him away sending him flying through the wall and he walked down the stairs and walked up to the hole with a sigh. "I was expecting more of a fight Faustus." He sighed bored as the other got up charging at him not going to give up. Sebastian only looked bored as he counter acted his attacks and after a while Claude was growing more in rage. He kicked the floorboards open and grabbed the sword he had hidden and charged at Sebastian. Sebastian didn't move when he was charged at, he waited for when the blade came inches close he leapt back and into the air grabbed the sword and driving it into the ground and Claude with it.

Claude growled at the other he had become stronger and Claude only more wild and weaker, he was going to lose Claude was pulled away once Sebastian had kicked him out of the room and through another wall that lead outside. Claude needed to get away; he got up and disappeared into the darkness of the outside world. Sebastian was prepared for the other to get up but when he saw the other fleeing he only smirked and chuckled. He had the sword taken away and he went back to his rightful throne kicking his legs off the arms of the chair smirking to him.

Claude wasn't going to give up but he needed help, he needed to find Ciel, Ciel would set him straight right? Where would he be? In the ruins of old England.