Hope you like this fanfic! (don't actually know if this counts as a fanfic) It was in my head for a while when I finished one of the manga's. No blood and apples please.
What are pretty Demons made of?
Sweet Bloody tea and cakes, black rose petals and bloody nude rose buds. They favor anything drenched black and bloody. That is why Demons are most beautiful in the form of laughing smiles, crimson eyes and roses. That Is the true and only beauty and source Demons are made of.
Sebastian
I love my Master... but I don't know what a mere human boy, by the age of 13 will think of a devil such as I. For all I know he thinks of me as no more than a beast taking on the role of a butler to an Earl. A human's life is like a fragile wilted rose petal. That day of our first meeting. I saw a frail little boy in a cage. His flaws were visible inside and out. He was close to breaking. There was only one and one only thing in his eyes. Hate, sorrow, humiliation, rage, confusion and despair. This little boy was hurling out a curse, ... the source of my wellbeing. For a monster as myself, I was shocked, I was on the edge of feeling something like empathy and pity. My Master latched onto my hand and cried to have more power than the one's around him, the one's that caged him. We made our covenant. I branded his eye with my mark, the mark of the devil himself. I wanted to hide that eye away so that I wouldn't have to be reminded of myself. The poor boy who lay before me was showing me what this hopeless world could bring to an individual. I, myself tied that boned by carving it onto my hand. I set my Master free of the cage. After that I swore to be his butler, I swore that I wouldn't tell lies, I swore that I would protect him without fail and to get him revenge. And when I say I love my Master, those so few words come leaking out of a Devils mouth along with a million years of love as sharp as daggers.
Elizabeth's Little Speech
I do so wish I could have stayed cute in front of you till the very end Ciel. But I know that cannot be. When night fall over my head my childish song plays to an end and is replaced by screams of horror. What I wish for also is that this situation never came to exist and that you wouldn't have to see this side of me, this thing, this hideous ugly girl. A girl with swords strapped to her hands. If I could replay a lifetime I would do everything in my power to do so. But since this, everything has come to be reality. I know what I must do. I am Elizabeth. Betrothed to the Queens watch-dog, to-be wife to Ciel Phantomhive. Daughter to Alexis Leon Midford and head of the order of the British Empire. It is in my power and sworn oath to protect you! I AM ELIZABETH! Marquess of Midford!
Sebastian
Humans, A very simple mixture really. Lies and fear all squeezed into a junk of meat. No matter what it's like it's still stuffed with the same filling. They struggle desperately and kick others down. They rob and are robbed in return of their doing, all the while repeating their actions and excuses they've committed.
Yet they still aim for that set yonder over the hills.