Note: Hello everyone! I am here with my first uploaded fic ever, as well as my first Kuroshitsuji fic. I don't often write fanfictions, but this idea popped in my head and I had to write it out. ^.^; The Prologue is VERY short, since this is just an opening to the actual story. I am not quite sure how long this story will be yet, though. :-/ I am writing this for fun, and because I want to find my muse, but please understand that I DO have a few books I am working on and have deadlines for the publishers. So I am very busy. *nod* However, this does not mean I will forget my fics. :) If I decide that I don't want to write one, or no longer have a muse, I will finish the fic with a nice, final chapter that cleanly sums everything up. :-) I won't leave anyone hanging!

This prologue is written in Sebastian's point of view, but there may be a few chapters in the POV of others. Unsure yet. :P Still experimenting here! (Again, this installation is VERY short, but vital to the rest of the story!)

If you like it, please review! They will probably help with my muse! :D That is always wonderful! ^^ If you have any plot ideas, feel free to throw them in there too. I may or may not take them, but at least the ideas help. :-)

This story does not yet have a beta, and a writer so many of their own mistakes. D: So I am open to anyone qualified who is willing to be my beta! ^^

Enjoy!

Note 2: This fic disregards the second season. It will be a little slow to develop at some points, but that is done on purpose. I believe in the "calm before the storm", so please bare with me. ^^

Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji and all related characters and rights belong to Toboso Yana, and all licensing companies.

Prologue: That Butler, Devouring

It was delicious, captivating. It was a delectable taste that he had never before had the honor of savoring, not until this moment. It was as though he were tasting the death of the Demon King himself. Like a delight that had always looked and smelled so tempting, but he was never able to reach out and take it. Yes...this was that soul he had waited hundreds, thousands, of years for. It was here, at last, in his hands.

As he lightly, but hungrily, took those small intakes of breath, he felt the cold, wispy essence of his prey seep into his mouth, gliding deliciously across his tongue and sliding smoothly down his throat. It was refreshing, energizing, and most definitely fulfilling; as though all of the sins a human could commit were being guided into his belly with the ghostly feel of a breezy mist. It was quite a sinful feeling.

He found it difficult to let go of the small form that had nearly slumped into his long arms, his slender fingers gripping that chin a little tighter. The demon never wanted to let his prey go, and he will not.

Sebastian pulled his lips away from the boy's, his crimson eyes glancing briefly at the blue hue beginning to spread from those small and swollen lips to the rest of his lifeless body. There was still soul left, and if he played his cards right, tended the field correctly, Sebastian could enjoy this meal for a long time to come.

That was the thing about souls; they could be replenished. So long as a little bit remains, it could redevelop itself over time and with careful aid. Like the seed of a flower; plant it, care for it, and that seed would grow into something spectacular.

As would this soul once again.

Under his care, Ciel Phantomhive would become the meal he needed whenever he needed it, and it would be for as long as he desired. So long as Sebastian remembered to maintain control of himself and not devour the entire soul, the boy would last as long as he, himself, did.

My, what a wonderful thought. Not many humans had entertained the demon the way this one did. From the moment he first laid eyes on the boy, he had looked fragile and weak and hopeless, though at the time, Sebastian knew that the human child held promise. There was something in those desperate, blue eyes, something that screamed from the fire burning inside those depths. It had been mouth watering at the time, and the demon was delighted to find that his prey would always carry that fire in his eyes. Even though the contract marred only one.

Leaning back on his haunches, the demon carefully placed his hands around the boy, lifting his small, frail human body into his arms and standing tall. There would be no turning back from this, but the demon knew that there would be no other soul that would satisfy him this way. Not anymore. Not after that little taste.

A taste of the forbidden apple that God must have tried to hide, but the demon was much too smart and too observant to not find it. A chuckle left the demon's lips, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, the tips of his fangs glinting slightly in the moonlight.

"My Lord, it seems you have missed your bath."