The prolouge is so long I needed to extend it to two chapters. I hope you all enjoy.

Prologue 2

Gone, Gone, Gone

Paris, France

3 years later

Sebastian listened to the heavy pants of Ciel as he pounded into the boy, one of his hand gripping Ciel's hips while the other gripped the headboard of the bed to prevent the damn thing from smacking into the wall, as it have been doing the entire time they were making love.

Ciel gasped and moaned, always consious to keep his sounds to himself. When he felt the need to scream, the boy would bury his face him the pillow before him. Occasionally, Sebastian would release the boy's hip and stroke the side of his face, or lay a gentle kiss on his neck. He never treated the boy too harshly, but he was still slightly rough as he thrust into the smaller male's body.

Finally, Sebastian felt his body ready to explode and he reached forward to take the younger male's member in his hand. He stroked it in time with his body, carressing the boy's shoulder as he did so. Suddenly Ciel's body stiffened and Sebastian felt him clamp down on his member. He grunted and released into the boy.

Ciel collapsed forward and Sebastian rolled off of him to avoid falling on top of Ciel. He rolled onto his back and Ciel lazily cuddled against his heated body, laying his head on Sebastian's chest and closing his eyes. Sebastian brushed the younger male's sweat soaked bangs from his forehead and ran his fingers through the boy's damp hair. Ciel opened on eye, the one on which the contract blazed, and studied Sebastian.

In the three years since the failure to collect on the contract, they had fled all over the civilized world. Even without the wealth afforded by the Phantomhive name, it was an easy task for Sebastian to procure shelter for them when things settled enough for them to get some rest. He'd fed on many souls following their initial departure from London into Rome, needing the sustanance for strength as he defended Ciel. Countless demons came forward to try and take Ciel's delicious soul, and each one was stuck down by Sebastian's hand. In the times in which they could afford some brief peace, Sebastian and Ciel would make love, if the relieving of stress through the body of his lover could be called making love. After all, love was something demons did not indulge in, and despite the fact he had waited until Ciel initiated their first night of carnal indulgence to take the boy's body as his own, Sebastian doubted the boy thought of him as anything he felt tender feelings for.

"Sebastian..." Ciel whispered softly. Sebastian smiled.

"Yes Young Master?" he asked.

"Is it going to be like this forever? You know, running away from everyone and just screwing when we have the time?" asked Ciel, slowly tracing invisible patterns on Sebastian's flesh.

"That is not something I can answer," Sebastian said, and he watch as Ciel stopped tracing, closed his eye and buried his face into the smooth skin of Sebastian's chest.

"Why don't you mate with me, make me an imortal. Then...they'll stop chasing me won't they?" asked Ciel, slightly muffled by Sebastian's chest.

"You're still too young. You need to be able to defend yourself, and they may not stop following. Someone like you would be in high demand, and countless demons would fight me to claim you," said Sebastian.

"When I'm older then?" asked Ciel, repositioning his head so he could look upon Sebastian. Sebastian thought the answer over.

"Perhaps...perhaps. What brings up these questions?" asked Sebastian.

Ciel shrugged. "Just thinking...I guess. I'm just tired of running," he said. Sebastian stroked Ciel's hair and Ciel leaned into his touch.

"One day, I'll change you. Then, we'll go somewhere. We'll stop running," whispered Sebastian.

Ciel closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek on Sebastian's chest.

"Will I have to go to hell to become a demon?" he asked. Sebastian blinked. Was it fear he heard in the boy's voice? Or was it something else?

"Yes, the conversion must be done in the pit. All demons must be baptized in fire, and the process of being converted from human to demon extremely complicated and painful," said Sebastian.

"Did you have to undergo something like it?" asked Ciel. Sebastian shook his head.

"No, I was born a demon, baptized in fire before my first memories had yet to form," Sebastian said. He played with Ciel's silken hair and chuckled.

"Are you frightened of travelling into the blazing pit, even after entertaining the idea of suffering an eternity of nothingness in my stomach?" Sebastian asked. Ciel opened his eyes and glared at Sebastian.

"No. I am not afraid," he said sternly. Sebastian smiled. The boy could certainly be entertaining.

"Very well then, sleep is needed if you will keep up your strength, Young Master," Sebastian said.

"Why do you continue to call me Young Master?" Ciel asked. Sebastian blinked and looked at him, causing Ciel to blush and avert his gaze.

"With the contract broken...I am no longer your master am I?" asked Ciel. Sebastian thought his answer over, and then smiled.

"I guess that is true. I suppose...it is a force of habit, or my own term of endearment for you, My Lord," said Sebastian. Ciel frowned.

"A term of endearment, wouldn't I have to be endearing to you to deserve one?" he asked. Sebastian shrugged.

"You are someone of extended interest to me, so that may border on endearing. Though, feelings of love are not exactly something demons take an interest in pursuing," said Sebastian.

Ciel thought on this and sighed.

"Sebastian...does that mean that demons do not fall in love?" asked Ciel. Sebastian thought over his answer again.

"It is a laughable concept to any demon, the aspect of falling in love. We are creatures who tempt, and contaminate. We, just as our maker does, turn the beautiful into the grotesque, purity into filth...we answer pleads and cries for help with greed and consumption....we are born for these purposes, and sadly love does not exactly fall into the plan. Why do you ask this question Young Master?" asked Sebastian. Ciel blushed and Sebastian grinned.

"Could it be, you find me endearing?" asked Sebastian, grinning as he asked.

"Shut up! I'm...I'm going to sleep!" yelled Ciel. He moved to readjust himself but nearly fell off the bed. Sebastian grabbed him and helped him make himself more comfortable.

Ciel snuggled into Sebastian's wamth and sighed. He fell asleep quickly, and Sebastian watched over him as he kept guard. He'd learned throwing down his guard was a foolish idea with the ever constant threat of attack, so sadly he'd not gotten to engage in sleeping since the night fled to Rome. However, even without sleep, and given that there was rarely time to refresh himself by feasting on souls, Sebastian was happy to stay besides Ciel and watch over the boy. Keeping constant guard gave him a chance to see the boy when his defenses were down, when he ceased to be the strong, queen's guard dog and was instead Ciel Phantomhive, the defenseless little child. As he stroked Ciel's hair, he thought over the boy's questions. He too had thought over the aspect of love. Yes, it was laughable that a demon would feel a tenderness towards another demon, angel, or human, yet was that not what he felt for Ciel? The panic he felt when Ciel was in peril, the peace he felt when he was inside the boy, or he cuddled close to the demon, what could the feeling for these things be called?

Sebastian closed his eyes, not falling asleep but allowing his eyes to rest. Maybe, maybe he was in love with Ciel, but he decided it would be better to avoid divulging this information until he was ready to come to terms with the foreign feelings. He figured, it would probably be when he turned the young boy and took him as his mate.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Only a few hours before Ciel had been sleeping in his arms, tired after another tryst. Now, he could hear the boy's dying thoughts screaming in his mind thanks to the connection given by the seal upon his eye. He'd already slaughtered the young demoness who'd attacked them in their hotel room, but now with Ciel's frightened screams he knew she had been only a distraction, separating the two of them while her partner sought to take Ciel's soul.

He followed the trail to the cathedral, Notre Dame, and bounded up the steps. Ciel must have tried to seek refudge here, he knew from Sebastian that weaker demons were not really able to enter sacred, blessed places of worship without suffering immense pain and, even sometimes death. However, the poor boy's plans had failed, for he could feel the boys screams, he prayed to some nameless entity, for god was certainly not the savior he would contact, that eh was not too late.

He nearly blew down the doors, only to see Ciel lying in a pool of his own blood while the one responsible, some dark skinned demon with blazing red eyes who sported a recent gash to his neck, stood over him cursing in some older tongue. Sebastian watched as the male leaned forward, grabbing Ciel's chin and forcing him to open his mouth. Sebastian watched as Ciel's soul, a coiling blue glowing mist, began to detach itself and leave the body.

No, he would not allow Ciel to go to another!

Sebastian ran forward and sent the other demon spiraling to the ground. The demon rose, snarled, and charged. With the scent of Ciel's spilling blood clouding his senses and fueling his strength, Sebastian battled the demon. When the demon attempted to strike his leg, he threw the smelling mass of flesh into the grand organ bringing forth a great, tremendous din from the ancient pipes. Their movements sped up, the two of them becoming a blur of fists and legs, both beating each other until Sebastian struck his hand threw the demon's chest, spraying blood on the abused organ. The demon slid off, snarled at Sebastian, and sprinted through the doors and out into the night. Sebastian contemplated following him, but then he decided to stay with the fading Ciel.

Pain racked Sebastian's body, pain from the battle, from his link to Ciel, and from his pressence in the holy Parisian temple. He limped back to Ciel, his limbs healing from the beating, and knelt besides Ciel's body. The boy was nearly passed, his breaths labored, his eyes closed. It was too late to take him to hell and change him, hell he knew it was probable he would die while Sebastian was opening the portal and Sebastian could not bring himself to take the boy's soul as he lied on the floor, his life fading from him.

Slowly, he lifted Ciel, and the boy opened his eyes and stared at him. Sebastian stroked his hair gently, pushing the bangs from Ciel's face.

"Y...you...you're late," Ciel whispered, coughing blood as he spoke.

"I know, I am sorry Young Master," said Sebastian.

"He tried...tr...tried to attack....ran for the...claimed sanctuary....didn't work....still ripped me open...got his ....it cut his neck...." whispered Ciel.

"You fought well, I saw the wound on his neck," Sebastian said, stroking the boys soft hair. Ciel laughed weakly and coughed up more blood. Sebastian gently wiped the trickle of red from the corner of his mouth.

"Sebas....I....you...take...it?" Ciel asked as his heart rate began to slow. Sebastian shook his head.

"I broke the contract, and I have allowed you to die. I will leave your soul in your posession, Young Master," said Sebastian. Ciel blinked and Sebastian could see tears welling up in the corners of the young boy's eyes.

"Las....las night.....I...ask...you say demons....no love...." he whispered, in between violent coughs.

"I did, amd I would like to apologize Young Master. Part of our contract entitled that I never lie to you, and I have lied. Demons may not be able to feel love, but what I felt for you, and what I continue to feel, I would think of as love," said Sebastian. Ciel's eyes widened, and then he smiled.

"I....Sebas....I....love...you....." Ciel said softly. Sebastian smiled and again tenderly stroked Ciel's hair.

"And I you, Young Master," Sebastian. He watched as Ciel's eyes closed, and he listened as the lungs stopped, and then the heartbeat slowly died off. He tenderly kissed Ciel's forehead, a new pain filling him and replacing the sickness invoked from the house of worship.

As he sat by Ciel's body, stroking the boy's hair and wallowing in the pain he felt, the scent of suflur reached his nose. "Dear God...I'm too late," said an all to familiar voice said from behind him. Sebastian rounded on her, grabbing her by the neck and throwing her across the floor. The rising sun poured through the stained glass windows of the cathedral, casting a myriad of colors upon Ciel's fallen body, and Lilith's form present where she lay on the ground. She was dressed in a black cloak that covered a regal deep red dress trimmed with black lace and a few choice frills. Her hair was pulled into a complex series of buns and ponytails. She was about the age she had been the last time Sebastian looked upon her and she now looked pissed at how she had been treated.

"What the hell are you thinking? Have you gone insane?" she snarled.

"I fail to see this as a coincidence, your pressence after I have lost him," he growled. Lilith looked upon Ciel's body, her eyes almost appearing to soften before growing hard as she looked upon Sebastian.

"I came to offer my aide, but I see I was too late. It may not seem like it, but I did enjoy entertaining the idea of having the little pet as a relative. Though, how is it he was allowed to die? I did not think they were all that strong," said Lilith.

"They were smart," Sebastian growled, advancing on Lilith. Lilith's eyes glowed and instead of backing off the walked towards him, keeping eye contact.

"Go ahead, try to beat your rage and frustration out on me. But it will not bring your little lover back," she growled. Sebastian answered her by smacking her across the face, breaking her nose. Lilith quickly retaliated, a kick sending Sebastian backwards to smash the already abused organ and releasing a scream from the pipes, shaking the cathedral. Sebastian pulled himself from the wreckage but Lilith pushed him down, made eye contact with him, and put her bare hand on his forehead. After paralyzing him she sat on his chest, moved her nose back into place, and glared at him.

"For the record, that was a low blow. Are you aware how long it took me to decide upon this nose?" she asked in a slightly nasily voice, wiping blood off her face. She leaned forwards, kissed his ear, and licked his neck. She ground her lower half into him, earning a grunt despite the paralysis, and placed her lips near his ear.

"You are so lucky I do not attempt to take my own form of vengence on you, after all you know what I can do," she hissed. She emphasized this by moving her hand down and grabbing his member through his pants. Sebastian grimaced alittle when he felt her touch burn through the cloth. "I can put you through tortures more horrible than ANYTHING you think you've ever felt, so don't fucking raise your hand to me, and I'll think about refraining from severing your manhood," she growled. Sebastian made to speak but her paralysis remained in tact and he could not even blink. She sighed, righted herself, and brushed a few bangs from her face.

"Did you take his soul, or did someone else take his soul?" asked Lilith. Seeing as how he was still paralyzed, she sighed and flipped her hair in annoyance before getting up and pacing.

"Well, if his soul was intact at the time of his death, and by intact I mean still within his body so no one took possession of it, then he has a chance at reincarnation. After all, he did not commit too many sins even remotely worthy of a stay in the pit, save the whole selling his soul to you business. However, because he made the contract with you, he is unworthy to enter heaven. Now, in circumstances like this, souls pass into purgetory and basically float around in utter nothingness for the rest of eternity," she explained.

"How would Ciel become reincarnated?" asked Sebastian, the paralysis wearing off.

"I believe gods of death are the ones responsible for determing the location of any souls. Go appeal to them, and see if you can make a case to persuade them his soul needs to renenter the mortal world. Granted, I cannot imagine that the gods of death would care too much for him, and reincarnation is rarely given to anyone," said Lilith.

Sebastian looked at Ciel's lifeless body, and then looked at Lilith.

"I have an idea of who I can contact over an appeal. Watch over Ciel's body," commanded Sebastian.

"Um, no offense but soon may of the good people of Paris will enter this building soon, given all the noise we were making, and see this crime scene. What am I to explain to them?" she asked.

"Move Ciel somewhere else. Keep him safe. I will find the both of you," said Sebastian. Then, he disappeared, and Lilith was left alone in the cathedral.

~_~ London, England ~_~

Three years and there had been much change to the city, not that Sebastian cared. He needed to find a certain someone, and he was not going to waste time. First, he tried to check with the Undertaker. Given William's review of the god of death, Sebastian hoped maybe an appeal presented by such a significant member woulf strengthen Ciel's chances for approval. However, he did not find the shop, nor sense the creature's pressence. Then, he felt the pressence of another. He was loathe to admit he'd need to get help from this individual, but still he searched, looking everywhere as the morning turned to afternoon, afternoon turned to evening, and evening turned to night. Finally, as the moon began to disappear, signalling morning would come about soon, Sebastian caught onto the pressence of another grow strong in an alley he was checking out. Slowly he turned around to see an all to familiar red headed god of death standing before him, a large grin plastered on his face.

"Sebby! I knew I saw his name on the list. How sad, you lost little Ciel. But this means you are available right?" asked Grell, batting his eyes. Sebastian felt immense anger over what he was about to do, but Ciel was worth it, and so he focused on his master as he spoke.

"I believe I owe you a kiss? Ciel made a promise to you, back when there was that Drocell fiasco, correct?" Sebastian asked. Grell stopped, stared at him, and then grinned.

"Oh! Finally, to have your talented mouth. Who knew that little boy would be so wonderful! Well, I'm ready for my kiiiiiiiiiss!" Grell sang, puckering his lips and leaning forwards. Sebastian, however, backed away from the god of death and held up his hand.

"I have my own conditions if I am to kiss you," said Sebastian. Grell pouted, but crossed his arms and looked at Sebastian over his glasses.

"Alright, what are they?" asked Grell in an annoyed voice.

"Ciel's soul. You handle the placement of souls after death. You can decide if he is reincarnated. If you renter his soul into the mortal realm, then I will give you that kiss," said Sebastian. Grell's eyes widened.

"Only the higher ups can make that decision, and it could take a few decades, or centuries! I don't want to wait that long for a freaking kiss!" yelled Grell.

"Then appeal to them. Do you want the kiss? Let me tell you, I am quite skilled, and the things I can do with my tongue are things that I guarentee you have never seen before," said Sebastian. He watched Grell shiver, but then the god of death shook his head.

"We must have a strong argument to make a reason for reincarnation, and getting a kiss from a good looking demon would not be a good reason," said Grell.

"Then, I will leave you, you are of no use to me," said Sebastian. He turned his back on Grell.

"Wait!" Grell yelled. Sebastian turned and Grell sighed.

"I can ask for a favor from William, maybe promise to help with paperwork or something. He holds a lot of power within our community, and I'm sure that if he were to speak in Ciel's defense...well it would work. I...I can't promise anything. Is that good enough for a kiss?" asked Grell. Sebastian thought about it, then nodded.

He walked forward, grabbed the back of Grell's head, and smashed their lips together. Grell moaned, and Sebastian shoved his tongue into the other man's mouth, tracing the inside as Grell continued to moan and react to the kiss. As Grell attempted to push Sebastian's jacket off his shoulders, a flash of Ciel's body writhing in ecstacy shot through Sebastian's head. He broke the kiss, and backed away panting.

"I gave you your kiss, now appeal for Ciel," Sebastian said. Grell sighed.

"I'll try to. If it goes through, maybe you could give me a bit more?" asked Grell.

"We'll see when the time comes," Sebastian said. He then walked away, back to where his dear Ciel was.

~_~ Catacombs, Paris ~_~

Lilith paced back and forth, sending the occasional glance to the lifeless body of Ciel.

"Go, protect the body of my little boy toy....I swear to god each minute I'm sitting here he is dropping a peg lower on my popularity scale," she snarled.

"That's sad to hear. I happen to be slightly fond of you mother," said Sebastian. Lilith whipped around to see him walking up from behind her. She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.

"I watched over him, did you appeal?" she asked.

"I have asked a god of death to appeal for his soul, that's all I can do," said Sebastian. He sat next to Ciel's body, he could already feel decomposition begining to take place. Soon, nothing would be left of Ciel Phantomhive in this, his grave where he would lie with the thousands of others Paris had abandoned to this crypt.

"What are you thinking?" Lilith asked.

"It could be decades or centuries before I know of his fate. I do not look forward to waiting so long for him," said Sebastian.

"You could hibernate," said Lilith. Sebastian blinked and looked at her.

"Hibernate. You have a link to Ciel's soul, the contract upon his eye. If...When he is reincarnated, that link will resurface. You will awaken, and the years will have gone by faster," said Lilith. Sebastian thought it over, and then sighed.

"When will the link resurface?" asked Sebastian.

"Either around the age at which the contract was established, or the time when Ciel died," said Lilith.

"And if the link does not resurface. If Ciel is not brought back?" asked Sebastian.

"Then you sleep eternally and never awaken. Eventually, your body, your soul....you would break down and cease to exist entirely without the consumption of souls or the power from the temptation of man to empower you. Would you be willing to risk all that for one little child?" asked Lilith. Sebastian did not answer, instead he just sighed, then lied down besides the corpse.

"Do I just fall asleep?" he asked. Lilith smiled.

"Yup, and you'll awaken when your dear Ciel walks the earth once again," said Lilith.

"Strange, just the other day I thought about how I missed the luxury of sleep," said Sebastian. He heard Lilith sit besides him, and her hand stroked his hair.

"Well, you will be well rested. Good night, my foolish son," Lilith whispered.

"Good night, my mother," he said, opening his eyes to look at Lilith, and then turning his gaze to Ciel. Just as a deep sleep began to overcome him, he guessed Lilith had something to do with it, one last thought passed throught Sebastian's head.

"Good night...Young Master...."