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
