What pitiful creatures humans have become. But then, they never were anything less than pitiful.
Love gave way to lust; safety, to power; security, to greed. Such infinistimal little beings endeavored to pull on the sheepskin of greatness. Their greed inspired them to conquer the globe, and they infested every inch of land they could find. They died and killed and shed each other's blood in want of territory and resources. They called themselves noble, and killed in the name of god. All the while, their actions befitting demons.
And all the while, creatures like myself watched from the sidelines, mildly amused, waited and watched and chose our next target. Our next meal. Our next victim. For we thrive on lust and greed and depravity; it is second, or rather, first nature to my kind.
And so those like I waited and watched the theatrical tragedy of human society, and searched for the next morsel to be consumed. And while I waited, the strangest occurrence did occur, and I was summoned by a human.
A pitiful young boy, beaten and broken and bloody, yet he did not cry. He coldly said (and how delightfuly strange it was to me!) that he wished to enter into a contract with me. I was intrigued and rather amused. True, I had entered into contracts with humans before, giving my services in exchange for temporary distraction and a promised soul. However, in my rather long memory, this was the first time a child had contracted me dispassionately (rather than in a fit of sorrow or grief). Well, not entirely. The boy radiated anger and clearly desired vengeance.
I was interested by the boy's rather unique looking soul, and so I asked him if he truly wished to turn his back on salvation. He simply sneered. The deal was sealed, and so I entered the service of the commanding young Earl of Phantomhive.
I play the role of his butler and tutor, serving and educating the young Earl, advancing his position in the Queen's service and aiding him in finding the ones who set his life ablaze. I wait in the shadows, always the impeccable butler, never disappointing my Lord.
Life at the Phantomhive Manor both bores and interests me. I suppose it is little price to pay for the promise of such an unusual meal.
So, I shall continue to be the young and fragile King's so-called pawn, the pawn which can bridge the entire board in one move. Waiting and watching until the day his revenge is complete, because on that lovely and temperate day, the fragile King will fall.
Only I will have the pleasure of tasting those broken pieces. Because I will be the one to push him from his pedestal.
The thought already brings a smile to my face.