A/n: … Well, its official, I'm probably going to go to hell now. All because of this fic. Enjoy the dead serious crack that sends me there. :'3

Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Thanks to Rico for beta reading this.


Prologue

Humans are so quick to fall in love with anything crossing their path. Some demons are the same way.

But not Sebastian Michaelis.

He was neither the oldest nor wisest of demonkind; he was practically a fledgling compared to some before him, and he hadn't born witness to nearly as many wars or brutal political scandals—well, whatever you would like to call those hellish uprisings, no pun intended—as some of his superiors. Despite his youth in comparison, he had figured he'd seen enough of both foolhardy demons and swooning humans to know what love was, and that he absolutely wanted no real part in it.

Love was so pointless, really; if you wanted sexual gratification somehow, that was one thing. But love? Just a passing phase in the vortex that was human emotion.

Ramblings on virtue and age aside, let's put this in a shorter form…

Sebastian Michaelis, the devilishly good butler to the Phantomhive family, was not the type to fall in love. It was something he needn't ever ponder nor flit over, for he was simply that certain of himself. Humans—aside from his precious young master, of course—were disgusting, vile creatures and their world was just as horrid. Even he, one hell of a butler, could not rid the human world of its depravity enough to love someone in it.

And love does not derive from filth, correct? Correct.

Yes, Sebastian's heart—as if he had one, technically—was that of ice. He would not love, but only serve his duty to his young master until he took that wondrous soul from the boy in question.

And yet, those aesthetics and beliefs on love all suddenly changed when he met her.