Ciel was terrified of the demon beside him,
with his pretty face and manipulative demeanor, the tall man was a cursed being. Every cold touch of the man's slim fingers sent Ciel's heart racing in fear. He was terrified of the demon's power. He knew the demon was stronger than he led on. He could destroy Ciel in an instant. He could imagine his lifeless body sprawled out on the ground in a heap, a husk of his former self. His contract would be gone, his revenge ended, and Sebastian disappeared. The thought of dying sent fear pumping through his veins. Ciel held a trembling hand to his mouth to stave off the vomit that threatened to spill out.
No. No, he was strong. He was a Phantomhive. He was the sole heir to the title of Earl.
He would let no one stop him from achieving his goals, no matter who he had to murder to get it.
"Young Master, are you alright?"
Sebastian's velvet voice met Ciel's ears, and the boy tensed as he felt a soft grip on his shoulder. He met Sebastian's ruby eyes and smirked. "I'm fine." he lied. Lately, lying to himself was all he was able to do anymore.
Sebastian didn't look like he believed him. He saw his butler eyeing the sweat that beaded his brow and the trembling of his small hands he tried to hide. The demon smiled, fangs gleaming in the pale moonlight. "Of course, My Lord. Though it is getting rather late, would you like me to escort you to bed?" he asked, reaching to lead the boy to his room.
Ciel slapped his hand away with a glare. "Don't touch me." he hissed. Sebastian's touch gave him terrible memories he wanted to forget. His cold hands were a cruel reminder of what happened on that night.
Sebastian looked a bit miffed but nodded. "Yes Sir. Apologies, my lord."
Ciel ignored him as he made his way to his bed alone. "Don't follow me, I can undress myself." he called out behind him, hearing Sebastian's footsteps just behind him.
The footsteps stopped.
Ciel made his way to his room and went inside, locking the door behind him. Locking the door always made him feel safe from danger. Even if the danger was the one wearing human skin.
Ciel finally dropped the tough facade he wore and for once, allowed his emotions to come forth. His breath came out in shaky pants as he rested against the door for a brief moment. The thought of the demon standing out there, salivating, waiting for the right moment to strike when he was at his lowest sent a cold stab of unease through the boy. He quickly stepped away from the door and began to undress as he got into bed, body trembling. He was scared of the night to come. Before he realized it, the boy was asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
The door to the boy's bedroom creaked open slowly. Inside stepped a lithe shadow, slinking over to the sleeping boy to watch him with a smirk. His long fingers brushed against the boy's aquamarine hair softly. The boy whimpered in his sleep at the cold feeling of death creeping upon him. The shadow smiled, eyes glowing. Just a few more years. Just a few more years and the boy would be at his strongest, his most powerful. That day was the day the monster would swallow the boy whole, body and soul. After all, the longer the wait the sweeter the meal. The demon licked his lips in hunger, fingers brushing against the boy's eyelid where his contract seal rested beneath the skin in satisfaction. Yes, just a few more years.
With that, the shadow left the boy's side, making their way to the bedroom door briskly. Taking one last look at the small sleeping form trembling under his blankets, the figure chuckled, their laugh slow and evil, before the door slipped closed with a soft click and the boy grew still once again.