Character: Ciel Phantomhive

To those who drug me down to hell

Not knowing I'd grow wings:

What would have shepherds believe

That they could ever best a king?

I rose up from raging flames

Carried by whispers of deceit

But whether they were true or not

Makes little difference to me

For the game I play is of great cost

And I cannot afford to lose

I will continue to play this roll

Until all lies become the truth

The reality I had come to cherish

Burnt away in a sea of fire

From the ashes of the past

I sculpted the existence I desired

I reached my hand into the dark void

That settled in place of the flames

And when I pulled it back to me

I found a demon with no name

I was a prospective sacrifice

A lamb in the shepherds' game

But in a sudden twist of fate

I became much more than prey

With the demon at my side

My fangs and claws grew sharp

To be the predator fit me well

So, I had them ripped apart

Bestowing my new pawn a name

I hurriedly chose Sebastian

Instructing him never to tell lies

Or leave my side again

From behind a human mask

He pledged himself to me

Yet the devilish glint within his eyes

Betrayed his loyalty

Still he will remain in my shadow

So long as this game is being played

For I rose up from raging flames

To be able to call, "Checkmate"

Even if my broken wings

Are only of any use for now

I will realize the revenge I seek

Until the demon drags me down

It was the deal that was contracted:

My soul for these tainted wings

But even if a hell awaits

I shan't arrive as a lamb, but a king