Ciel's story.
A/N:. Meow. 'Kay, One more chapter and then I'm done. I swears.
Playlist:
This Night - Black Lab
New Soul - Yael Naim
Great - Tony Rogers
Lullaby - Hypnogaja
Bartholomew - Silent Comedy
The Warmth - Koda
Stay - Dead Battery
Take Me To Church - Hozier
Ciel was born of what one might call low standards. He didn't have the longest teeth. He didn't have the sharpest claws. He didn't have the most menacing eyes. He didn't even have wings. But no one dared cross him. Not a single slithering creature on this planet tries to bother him. Except, of course, humans.
Ciel was wise, flexible, intelligent, cunning, and humble. These were qualities that not everyone possessed. And most of all, being bound to these traits, he can live freely. The young-one didn't have to follow the same laws as his brethren do. One of those things happen to be able to go where ever he want, even outside of a contract. Of course, it didn't matter either way for him. He can do whatever damn thing he wants.
Unfortunately, he ended up like most beings do when given unlimited power. Don't get him wrong, he didn't go around butchering cities or burning land, heavens no! Ciel studied the mortal realm like any curious child.
He found most of the fertile land beautiful and full of color, and surprises on every turn. And even for a long while, he found humans fascinating.
"You need to eat more, little-heaven," spoke one of his nursing mothers.
Ciel had come to visit his littermates and the nursing mothers to tell of his adventures. He was sad to find that they didn't quite have the same outlook as he did.
"Why?" he asked, as he munched on the ice below him. One of the flower mothers had examined him for good health, and had announced to the others that he hadn't been eating enough souls as of late. He knew he was hungry, in fact he was starving, but he had always picked off the wandering lost souls that drifted around in a place that many humans like to call a land of suffering. Ciel wouldn't understand why though; it was his home. It was nice, quite, dark, cold, and comforting. He liked it that way.
"You need to make a contract, dear. Your mind is growing too fast for your little body to handle. It would benefit your learning to start making contracts," said another mother. The young prince scowles, and shake his head. "I'm perfectly fine eating wondering souls,"
"Not if you keep jumping from realm to realm. Your sisters and brothers can still survive off wandering souls. But you're not them,"
Ciel knew this was true. He was a Abishag. He wasn't like his cousins here in the frozen wasteland he once called home. So he followed his mother's orders.
…..
Ciel's first contract didn't quite go to plan.
"You idiot! What are you doing? I told you, get this place prepared for the ball!" Screamed a red-faced fat man. His name would have been long forgotten in the boy's mind, if he didn't record his travels in notebooks. Which he did.
"I did, Master," Ciel insists politely, looking around the grand ballroom. He still thought it silly how humans do things, but he rarely makes comments on it. Especially to this master.
"The colors are ridiculous! There is too much black in this room! What did you think you were doing, making a wake!?"
"But, my Lord, black is a wonderful color. It absorbs all the color rays of the sun, whilst white is it's polar. I think white is a rather lonely color, don't you?" It was true. Ciel has once been taught by an elder littermate of his that a lot of mortal animals don't see the world as they do. Physically and spiritually speaking, that is.
"I did not hire you to think, insolent child!" The man yelled, and slapped the fragile looking boy across the face.
Ciel didn't know what to think at first, and stood there for a moment as still as a tree. He tried to process what happened. He had never been… hit before. Yelled at, sure. More times he could have counted with this first master of his. Even been bickered at by his nursing mothers, his birthing parents, and his littermates. But physically hurt? Never!
The dark blue eyed body looked up at the fat, money-obsessed man that stood with a victorious smirk on his face. The pig had called upon a supernatural being for personal assistance. Ciel was the one to answer, believing this would be easy and short. The man was in his late forties, and usually had a good layer of sweat and grease somewhere on him. His head was half bald, and he had a scrawny mustache that almost wrapped around his whole head. At first, Ciel didn't really care how someone looked, for he had believed for so long in this short life that everything acted on instinct, and nothing did anything on pure hatred.
One of his nursing mothers had tried explaining this to him when he had his first soul.
"Those souls are just wanderers, Little-heaven. Ignored by the reapers because of the life they lead while alive. It is because of those foolish humans that feed us,"
"Why are humans foolish? I thought everything was made for a purpose," he asked.
"Yes, they are. Not all humans are foolish or vile, my dear, some are smart as you, and kind and gentle and caring. But some, sadly not as little as there should be, are coated in death and sin."
"That sounds… like a story," he said, truthfully.
"Yes it does, but you must remember this. You are still very young, and the youngest of our litter this season. But you are a Abishag, so you will be the first to leave this realm,"
"Alright," he said, but still didn't understand. No creature that he knew of didn't attack or kill another without reason. Heck, beings like him didn't really associate with others there own kind! Except Mates or Nursing Mothers, of course.
Yet Ciel stands here now, a bundle of lavish black velvet and ribbons in his thin human arms, a red blush blooming on his right cheek like a broken blood vessel. He now had his eyes open to the cruel flaw of mankind. He understood why he should hate most of them.
He had quite a lot of fun taking his first fresh soul, and like most children do while eating new foods, played around with it.
"No, no, no, please, let me go! I'll give you whatever you desire, Pip!" his first master squealed as he pressed himself to a wall, as the boy he named 'Pip' was walking slowly up to him.
"We already made the terms of our contract, Mr. Ripple," Ciel said, walking closer with the most calmest, curious and innocent faces.
"Please! W-what do you want? I'll give it to you! Woman? Booze? Money? Fame? Slaves?" The red-faced man was getting on his once-servant's nerves.
"I do not desire anything of this realm besides a corrupted soul, Mr. Ripple," Ciel said, tilting his head with pure sweetness to the side, as he bend his knee up to rest a foot on the man's thigh. He found that he rather liked seeing the betrayed and frightened look in the man's little piggy eyes. "Our contract states that after ten years I shall take your soul as a sacrifice. You had me make you rich. I gave you servants for your every beck and call, women to warm your bed at night, and alcohol to warm your head." Ciel bends down beside the quivering man, and raises a gloved hand to silence him. The little demon's claws extract, his once human nails now black and lizard and bat like.
Ciel enjoyed cutting the man up into little pieces, taking notes in his blood-stained journal of Mr. Ripple's anatomy, inside and out. He studied the man as he tied him down on the table, and poked and cut several parts open, curious to find how long he would stay alive, or how long he would scream for mercy. But in the end, Ciel ended up putting the unrecognizable man out of his suffering, and consumed his first real soul. He decided that it was quite filling, and understood how other demons would give advice on how to harbour a tasty and filling soul.
After more wandering the planet, he came across his next master.
It was an elderly woman, by the name of Aurelia Gristalla. She was wrinkled with time, a thing that Ciel still didn't quite have concept over, and spoke little to no English, unlike his first master who had the boy learn it so they could communicate. So Ciel quickly gathered up his knowledge and mental capabilities and became fluent in Spanish, as was the language of his second master.
"My dear Jeremiah, come to my side," she says, a weak and pale hand beckoning the young demon closer. Ciel, currently known as Jeremiah, obeyed and happily came over. He did like this master over the last one, and didn't quite have to do as much either. Still, he had untapped skills and abilities that he was naturally urning to prove. Ciel took his mistress's hand, clutching the old and frail one in his small and youth-stricken body. He wasn't asked for much, just to give his presence for comfort for the elder.
Mistress Aurelia had not summoned the boy. It was in fact her grandson who summoned him. He had made a contract with the young one, asking for a good, caring, gentle and protective body-guard to watch over his dear old Grandmother. Ciel thought it was touching, and agreed to the contract. Their terms were that Ciel, who was named Jeremiah by the grandson, would stay by her side until she had her last breath. He had to guard and care for the woman, and fight off any intruder.
The elderly mistress lived in a grand castle, with large plots of land passed down from generation to generation throughout the family. She was currently the beholder of this fortune, and he could be blind to not see the slithering serpents that were hiding in the grass.
His Mistress had five treacherous sons and three daughters, who most of which had their own children. Despite her grandchildren being not quite fully grown, they too were hunting for the gold, so to speak. And dear little Arthur, the pure little soul who asked him to care for his sweet old grandmother was given the Will. Ciel was no 'devil', like most Catholics would imagine. He saw where the whole 'good' and 'evil' were present. But he could only find it in this human species. The whole concept of good and evil were human-made ideas. It did not exist in other species, as he found.
Ciel, or Jeremiah as everyone calls him currently, coaxed his elderly mistress into giving more trust in the only pure soul of this backstabbing family. She did love her grandson Author, and in turn gave more trust to her trusty young servant. She managed to live a long life, and lived for another twelve years. Ciel saw to it that she passed peacefully at the ripe age of ninety-six, and was pleased to see the grand will everyone had tried to steal but the true beholder of it. Author was touched, as he hugged his happy pregnant wife. Ciel made sure to write this down in another journal, this one smelling of prunes and perfume. And as hung back for just the slightest while, watching Author and his new family build a home from the spanish manor. Author was expecting his third child when Ciel approached him.
Author had been corrupted by the sheer power he had been given, and Ciel was a bit upset. Just a bit. Author's soul tasted differently than his first master, and Ciel had been anticipating on tasting a pure soul. But this one still had a mark of sin mixed with the once innocent essence. He didn't play as much with this meal like the last one, but did see to it that Author suffered for his corruption.
Ciel continued to wander the earth, half bored and half lonely. Contracts gave him something to do, to show the many talents and skills that he was happy to give. It was another twenty years of wandering back and forth his realm and the mortal realm, taking little pleasure in seeing the longing others of his kind in their eyes as he moved freely around. But they were not jealous. That was not something a demon did. Normally, at least.
His third master was currently something.
She was young, barely peaking twelve, and had yet to reach puberty. Her name was Daichi, and she happened to be a low-class girl who suffered the fate of public humiliation and stolen-virginity.
She had called on him, unconsciously though, in a fit to survive. Ciel at the time was drifting lazily between realms, not caring if this wasn't a feat that other beings, supernatural or not, could do. He had heard the Japanese child scream for mercy, yet it was also a scream of someone who had yet to give up.
Ciel was very interesting in the girl the moment he looked down upon her, as she struggled and screams and kicked and cursed under the men taking advantage of her weakness and beauty. He had came to her, for she was young and did not know of such a being as Ciel. Much to his pleasure, she welcomed Ciel with eager arms, not even bothering to make a term for their contract yet as she screamed the most delicious order Ciel had ever heard.
Ciel slaughtered the men, enjoying the sinful souls fluttering around the room. He ate them, just for safe measure. They weren't souls that he had harbored, but it was food anyway.
After his order was seen to the end, he turned to the coltish thing laying in a pool of blood and other bodily fluids Ciel would rather not mention. He didn't know what to do with the girl, she was young, and he didn't know much about humans under the age of seventeen.
So he did what a parent would do; he build a lavish home out of nothing. He bathed the girl after she awoke, trying to control the shaking girl who was fever stricken and hysterical. She barely weighed twenty five pounds, he muses, as he manages to clean the girl from head to food in a sponge bath in the master bedroom. He lays the little skeleton of a girl on the grand king bed, pulling up the covers to her chin. She looked up with glassy dark eyes, her cheeks sunken in from hardship and long days without proper nutrition. Humans were weak, yet Ciel couldn't find it in him to totally despise them. They still manage to fascinate him to no end.
He was turning to go, bowing at the waist in respect to his new mistress. But a little hand reaches out to grasp his, and is shocked to see a hand smaller than his human body's.
"Who are you?" She asked, and Ciel was happy to have learned Japanese in advance.
"I am whomever you wish to call me, Young Mistress," Ciel says softly, turning back to her. The young girl blinks, her eyes still blank with shock.
"What do others call you?"
Ciel blinks, and is curious as to why someone would be bothered to want to know his real name. At the time, Ciel didn't exactly have a name. It wasn't until later that he would permanently call himself 'Ciel'. But now was not that time. His nursing mothers had called him 'Little-Heaven', or 'Pet', or even 'Child' and 'Wanderer." But the boy didn't remember his real name. A name lost long ago in days he doesn't have the heart to remember. He was born a demon, yes, but a demon is conjured of a fallen soul or emotion.
"I do not have a name, my Mistress," he says, and leans closer to the bed, wanting to see a tear fall from those big -despite being Asian- brown eyes.
"Why, you must have a name…" she starts, and her eyes show the first real emotion besides hysteria, shock, or pain. "I'll call you… Poppy," she says. Ciel had gotten his new name, and from that day to the end of the contract, he was Poppy.
. Daichi was fast to heal and teach, and quickly he built her into a empress. She had subjects and samurais at her every beck and call, and power that had near by landlords withered with envy.
They had agreed on an earlier date that their terms would be quite simple. Ciel, or Poppy, would make her powerful, so she could bring suffering to those who took advantage of the weak and innocent, and brought swift justice.
"Poppy, where are you from?" his Mistress asked one day, as Ciel was preparing for a get-together for all her 'friends' for her sixteenth birthday. The girl was a empress already, and could do whatever she wanted, and had already sold her soul away. But she still insists on parties and balls.
"I am not from this realm, Ma'am,"
"Heh, I know that silly. But where?"
"Not from here,"
"Poppy,"
"Yes Ma'am?"
"Do you not want to answer my question?"
"It's not that I don't, my Mistress, it's that I don't think you would understand."
"Try me," she states, a playful smile on her pale face as she lays across her bed, a arm propping up her head as she lays out in all her glorious nakedness. Ciel, despite being still young and 'male', didn't really mind his mistress's bare body. He wore cloths because it was modest, according to human standards, that is. But otherwise the nakedness of a human didn't bother him like it does others. Daichi took this into her favor, and stripped herself of her Yukata robe while in private or alone with her Poppy.
Ciel sighs, and hangs up a lavish garment he had especially made for his mistress's day of birth anniversary. "It is called many things, Mistress," he starts, and sits on the ground by his contractor's bed, crossing his legs; as was Japanese custom. His mistress props herself up a bit, her breasts already grown and showing off her proof of adulthood. Ciel made a mental note to get her into courting.
"Yomi, Hell, Gehinnom, Jahannam, Karma… The list goes on, Ma'am," he says, and prepares himself to try explaining something a human mind can not understand to a child. "There are… different versions of my home, but overall the place where we Shinigami come from is a place without time. Without human's concept of good or evil, caste systems, vulgarity, need for understanding, sex, devotion, etc… It's dark and cold, without light like this realm, but rather a energy that signs from the ground. We don't socialize with each other or have a need to, but two will get together for long periods of time to mate. The more submiss-" Ciel was cut off.
"Mate?" she asks, her nose scrunched up in curiousness. She often does this, and recorded it in this contract's journal.
"Two Shinigami find each other at an early age, and become… bonded, with each other. This bond is permanent, and they become a offspring-bearing couple. But they don't always living together. Only when it's time to reproduce,"
"Oh. So, do you have a mate?"
"No," he states simply. This conversation was going into grounds he didn't feel comfortable discussing.
"Aww, why not? Does my baby Poppy not have a lover?" She asks, and presses her arms tighter to her chest, making her baby-feeding appendages more prominent. Ciel was too busy trying to figure out a why to explain his realm, but also wondering how many babies she could feed, depending on how large they were. Ciel observed that the breast was an attractive feature on a female. He knew that breast size was a bit important for offspring and potential mating, so Ciel can appreciate them.
"I am not… particularly a normal devil, Ma'am. I don't have to do what my brethren do," he explains. And as predicted, his mistress frowns and her eyebrows narrow together. Ciel sat calmly, his thin fingers playing at the helm of his navy-blue robe. It was much more comfortable than what he wore in his other contracts, but overall doesn't much care for it.
"So… you're like a rebel? Are you a fallen spirit?" she asks, scooting her body closer to her loyal servant. Ciel smiles softly at this, a real one. Most of the time, Daichi notes, her Poppy looks nonchalant, tired, bored, or even a calming interest. Fake happiness was always present when he was showing off his talents and skills.
"Something like that…" he says, and then starts moving the muscles and joints of his human body to stand. His mistress pulls him back down, and places a hand on Ciel's knee. Ciel blinks, and waits for instruction.
"If you don't have a mate… does that mean you've never had sex?" she said. His mistress's outlook on sex was most always negative and disgusted, and most of the time avoided discussing about it with anyone. Poppy or not.
"You are correct, Ma'am. I don't need it though. My kind doesn't reproduce like yours does,"
Daichi looked a bit hurt, but Ciel didn't understand why. Has he done or said something to upset her? Has he not already given everything she dreams about?
"Poppy, when you're with me, I want to be your equal… not some piece of scum under your sandell", she says, pouting. Ciel blinks, and then understands. Ahh, the classical human need for emotional connection. He wasn't really surprised, no, but rather understanding. He has been by his mistress's side for nearly five years now, and know's all of her secrets and desires like no other. Or so he thought.
"You are not a piece of scum under my sandel," he states. Daichi's soul was forming nicely, and Ciel was already jittering at the thought of consuming it.
"No, Pop', no…" she says, and her voice is sad. Ciel gets a bit upset, for he didn't know what is wrong with her. He can smell a small change in her aura, but he has no idea what it is. It's sticky and sweet, almost bitter, and it coat's his mistress's body in a fine shine of sweat and anticipation. What is it? Is she sick? He doesn't know.
The hand on his knee sneaks lower to his waist, but he doesn't move. He was in confusing grounds, and he didn't like it. Better yet to see what happens then run away and make it worse, right?
Daichi had pulled her hellish servant into her bed, and laid him down in the middle. He lays calmly, yet he is dieing to know what she is doing. She sat on her knees to his left, and looked down at the limp body laid out on her bed. She places a hand on the tie's of his robe, and to her pleasure he doesn't move. She opened the robe's sides, and exposes a bare body to the early morning light that was washing the room in yellow. Ciel raises a eyebrow, his body temperature going up at an inhuman speed to stay at the desired and healthiest degree. "What do you need, Ma'am? If you wanted to dress for the day, you only have to ask me. I'll be more than happy to get you hand mai-" to Ciel's surprise, he gets cut off.
"Shut up for a second, Poppy," she orders. He listens, and feels a curious hand go to untie the patch over his right eye. That was where his contract seal was, and it always had been.
"You should be fully grown by now… right? Yet you haven't changed at all since you saved me," she says, and runs a gentle hand down his undeveloped chest. "This is my human body, Ma'am. Is it not to your liking? I'm afraid I can't do much about it, except turn into a familiar?"
"Shhh, my pet," she says, and a suddenly straddles his legs. She had grown very well and very quick within the years they have spent together, and if Ciel wasn't something of a supernatural being, he would most likely feel uncomfortable under another who was bigger and taller.
She suddenly starts to rut against his left thigh, and she murmured something about how she's always wanted to be like this with her Poppy. Ciel was Poppy at the time, yet deep inside he wasn't or will never be. It would be sometime until he will always consider himself 'Ciel'.
Ciel let the girl do what she want, but he looked rather annoyed and confused, as he feels something wet and warm from where his mistress is rutting on. Then he understands what his contractor wants.
He didn't understand: he didn't possess good fathering aspects. Why would his mistress desire him? He had heard of people wanting others, but not for the purpose of reproducing. Yet it wasn't until now that he understood. His body was in the shape of a thirteen year old who has yet to reach puberty, and was one of the few males that had a circumcised penis. As a human, he had many human qualities. The little flaccid appendage between his legs served no real purpose except to tell others that he is male.
Daichi seemed like she was enjoying herself though, as her body naturally started preparing itself for impregnation. But why, Ciel didn't know. It wasn't going to get impregnated by him, heavens no.
His mistress threw her head back, a low moan escaping her throat as a shiver ran down her body. Ciel felt a slick gush of clear fluids on his thigh, and slowly started to sit up.
"I don't have any desirable mating attributes, Ma'am. If you are ready to bare offspring, I can point you to many who have interest in your hand,"
His mistress blinks, and looks down at the boy under her. "What?" she said softly, her voice out of breath and cheeks dark pink.
"Oh, did I misunderstand? I'm sorry, my Mistress. Do you want me to go get a woman to warm your bed instead?" She caught her breath, and took a better look at the boy. He wasn't even aroused. Not in the slightest.
Ciel ended up getting a pretty good slap after saying this, and a harsh mourning order to leave the room and not return until next sunrise. He sighs as his robe was thrown at him as she slammed the door shut, yelling behind the bamboo door that he didn't care and he didn't want her. Of course he wanted her. Wanted her soul, that is.
Taking Daichi's soul was a enjoyment to the immortal boy, as she sat beside the woman who had just peaked age nineteen. She had a sad smile on her face, as she knew her time was up. There end of the contract agreement was seven years.
"I had always loved you, you know," she says, as Ciel unwrapped his arms from his robe.
"Love is a word that humans invented, Ma'am," he says. "But the idea and supposed meaning of it is not manmade. Love, in my opinion, is a unconditional care for another being, and one will always wants the best for that person, even if they themselves get nothing in return,"
"Thats… pretty deep, Poppy," she chuckles, and bends over a bit to rest her elbows on her knees. "What will I taste like?" she asked. She had accepted, after several attempts of winning the boy's heart, that he couldn't, or simply wouldn't, love her like she loved him.
"Bittersweet, Ma'am,"
"Bittersweet?"
"You have taught me the pain of unconditional love, and how one's soul will grow bright and lively when one is in love. Yet, if the object of one's desire is not sated, they become bitter with acceptance that their feeling will never be returned,"
"Oh…"
"I don't think you should be sad, my Mistress. When I consume you, you shall cease to exist, and I will be the being that carries you throughout my own existence,"
"That doesn't exactly make me feel better, Pop'."
"Apologies," Ciel says, and places a hand on Daichi's cheek. She sighs and her eyes are afraid, almost teary. She leans back as Ciel stands and leans over, his lips ghosting over her lips. She wants a kiss so bad, Ciel muses, and gives her one. Right before snapping her neck off.
He would admit, the whole love thing seemed silly. But not unwelcomed.
His fourth contract was soon after, and he found himself back in England. This time, out in the country and far far away from the capital city he so hated and loved. The town wreaked of sin, and it had not gotten any better since he was here last.
But this time he would be far away from the city. And his orders would be far different.
For Ciel's past contracts, he had put bits and pieces of the idea of perfect from his master or mistress's mind to form a body. And always he was a prepubescent child of age thirteen. But this contract would be much different. And the newness scared the boy a bit.
"You have successfully summoned a being of the next realm… I answered your call. What is it you are seeking, and will you be willing to sacrifice yourself as price?"
"I have summoned you here, demon," said a haughty male voice. The man who called him was young, no older than twenty. He was of important birth, and it showed in his dark brown eyes and slate hair. A small dot was under his left eye, and Ciel didn't know if the mole was real or just costume. But his clothes were very real, buttons gleamed in silver and gold, his trousers and jacket well fitted, as if personally made. He also wore a few rings. A large cut of a blue diamond on a heavy silver craft, a pure golden heirloom with the english initial 'P', and a thin silver hoop on his right hand's ring finger. He was married, rich, and probably someone of very high status.
"I require something that I am not sure if you can give," the man said, his proud and wide shoulders relaxed and a depressive wave of emotions washed over him. Ciel wrinkled his little black nose, and muttered to himself how if he will contract with the man, he would make it so that stench was no where near him.
"Tell me, by all means. Shall I require your name first?"
"Vincent. Vincent Phantomhive. Queen's Guard Dog," the man states, and his humble yet powerful aura came back. Ciel was pleased. He liked this man.
"Hmm, a Duke?" he asks, as he leaves his perch in the blanket of darkness to stalk a bit closer. He didn't show his real form, for he found out the hard way that it scared humans.
"Yes, born and raised," he answered bravely. Despite being in a demon's presence, he didn't seem afraid. No. If anything, he seemed desperate. But not the last minute desperation that one gets after losing all hope. This man was here to get something, and he seemed like he was ready to fight tooth and nail to get it. His hope rested in his determination.
"Mhmm… now, what is it you want from me? I assure you, I can give anything you desire. Money, fame, alcohol, bed-warmers, revenge, power… Name anything,"
"Heh, do you often get acquainted with people who want those things?"
"Most of the time," he answers truthfully.
"I can assure you I already have all of those things, along with my wife," he says pleasantly.
"Then…?"
"I want a child."
Ciel blinks, and tilts his head to the side, despite knowing the man can not see him. "Offspring or sexual desire?"
"Oh, good heavens no! Offspring, I need offspring! I assure you. You see, my wife and I have tried for years to have children, but it's either futile or a miscarriage. We recently had the family doctor come over, and he said there would be a one in a million chance for us having any."
"Oh, I apologise for the misfortune,"
"Well, for a demon, you certainly seem to have manners,"
"I am not like others,"
"Fair enough," Lord Phantomhive said, and run a hand through his hair. "Would you be able to give us a child? At least one?"
"I am pretty sure there are plenty of orphans out there who would kill to be your son or daughter,"
"Oh, don't remind me. Actually, I'm working on a case involving orphans… I had already thought of adopting, but the children aged past four are bitter and often are caught stealing. I need a hair to my place, and quickly. It's a bit of a family curse of mine that the head of the family dies young. And I know that only a biological child of mine will be able to rule,"
"Alright… I can see your point of view." Ciel says, and circles around the man, watching his observant eyes following the moving shadow of the black room.
"So, do we have a deal?"
"I supose. But are you willing to give me your soul once our contract is up?"
"And when would that be?" Vincent says, not even skipping a beat. Ciel laughs, and his laugh is low and sounds like millions of rats clawing at brick. It doesn't even stir the slightest bit of fear in the man, and Ciel relaxes.
"How long do you believe you will live?"
"I don't know exactly, but I doubt I will live past fifty."
"Fair enough.." he says, and they both chuckle.
"I will make it so that next time you copulate with your wife… her name?"
"Rachel Phantomhive," he says proudly.
"Next time you copulate with Rachel, she will become pregnant and will bare a son. I cannot guarantee perfect health or beauty, but he shall be of both your genes."
Vincent lit up, and smiled brightly. Ciel nearly thought his eyes would fall out -if his demonic form had eyes, that is- by the shear bright white of them.
"Excellent…" he says, and Ciel slips closer in the shadows and places a claw Vincent's hip. Ciel's contract seal was more strong when shown, but he doubted he would need to be perfectly obedient for something like this. He was still panicking about how he would do this.
Vincent shivered at the touch. Ciel's claw was nearly five inches long, black, and attached to a soft-looking lion-like paw. He felt a small sting at the cup of his hip, and then a small burn. But it faded away and a small glow of a pentagram was visible in the dark.
"Our deal has been struck, Lord Phantomhive. I suggest taking your wife out to supper," Ciel says, and lets Vincent leave this place in between places, and sends him back to his realm. He sighs, and flops to his side, pondering still.
…
Vincent did indeed take Rachel out to dinner, and a play as well. Ciel had followed them as they drove a carriage into the city in his spirit form. He floated more than anything, watching them without a physically body. They were a good couple, and both seemed deeply in love with the other. It was obvious they had been trying hard to bear children, for Ciel could smell a small hopelessness follow the woman.
Rachel was a lovely woman, and Ciel grew a appreciation for her. She was twenty one, a bit younger than her husband, yet her kindness reminded Ciel of his Mistress in Spain. She was not as tall as her husband, only coming to his shoulder, which she joyfully attached herself too. Despite being sweet, she was French. And she had the classic French temper.
Ciel haunted after them throughout the night, and felt the sheer excitement in Vincent through their contract. Vincent was practically a poodle puppy by the time they got back in the carriage after watching The Private Secretary.
The ghost-formated demon sat himself in the carriage beside Rachel, wondering how he will manage to get her pregnant with Vincent's hair. Unfortunately he didn't have much time to think, for they practically attacked the other's mouth the moment the carriage door shut.
"Vin, oh Vincent," Rachel said, as her devoted husband suddenly pushed her against the seat, Vincent straddling her lap. Ciel frowned, and said that they should wait for their coupling until they get home. He wasn't heard by a single being, though.
Ciel figured out that they not only have a emotional love for eachother, but also chemically. Ciel wrinkles his nose, as their pheromones and testosterone shot up so quickly that the invisible demon nearly got a mirgain.
Didn't help much when Vincent ended up stripping himself of his once nicely ironed trousers became wrinkled on the floor of the carriage, along side Rachel's draws and stockings. Ciel stood by, trying not to watch the two 'do it' right in the carriage.
Humans really do have no ends of surprising him.
Ciel sighed, and made up his mind. He slipped into Rachel's womanhood when Vincent came into her, and attached himself to a strong looking sperm. There, inside the warmth of Rachel's uterus, he stayed for the next 10 and a half months while he grew alongside the growing fertilised egg. He helped it grow, and made sure he got enough nutrients. Occasionally he sent signals to his current carrier to eat something that he knew the fetus would need. And despite the whole promise that he couldn't guarantee the health of the soon to be infant, he tried his hardest.
The day came where Ciel finally broke off Rachel's water, and was more than ready to finally escape his mini, fleshy prison.
But the young demon didn't quite understand what happened after he broke the water, urging the baby to escape it's egg. He was greeted with cold hands and light that made even the backs of his eyes burn. Oh, it feels like being born all over again.
But then again, as Ciel started slipping from Rachel's womb, he realized that this wasn't like when he first helped consummate the egg. He was the egg.
That meant he was the fetus that suddenly screamed as the cord was cut. He couldn't move his new body like he could, not even hold his head up. He was raised in the air, by some man, as blood and womb-residue glared angrily off his pale little body. He didn't know why he was sad, he just was. He suddenly wanted to go back into the womb, where it was safe and warm.
"Oh, he's beautiful," a woman cried, and Ciel guest it to be a maid.
"Congratulations, my sister!" another woman cried, and Ciel felt himself being passed around like some trophy.
But finally he landed into two warm embarrassed, and he finally quieted down.
"Oh… Oh, look at you…" It was Rachel. Ciel could barely see, and he kept trying to grab onto something that he could get support on. His hands made contact with Rachel's face, and he squishes the cheeks there. Soft laughters and tears of relief and joy fill the air, and soft words of hellos and love were whispered to him.
Dear G-d. When did he become so tired?
"Sleep, my baby, sleep." was whispered to him, and was once more passed around. It was Vincent, he notes, as he was hugged to a broad chest.
"Ciel…" He hears Rachel whisper, and a chuckle from Vincent.
"Ciel it is then…" Vincent agrees.
That was the day Ciel would be Ciel for the rest of his existence.
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Ciel was true to his word when he said that Vincent's child would not be the most healthiest. He had gotten some disorder called 'Asthma', and he became allergic to nearly everything. Due to this, he was home-bond for most of his new life.
"Ciel, baby, where are you?" His mother called, as she walked into a baby-blue painted room with a lavish queen bed with draperies, and stuffed animals and toys covering nearly every surface. It pays to have a father who owns his own toy company, Ciel mused when he turned three.
The little boy was a picture of elegance and innocence, and Ciel often listened to Vincent's secret meetings: he talked a lot about his son, and how he wanted bodyguards and personal doctors for him. His father was no fool, and knew if Ciel fell into the wrong hands… well, it wouldn't be pretty.
Ciel was turning five next month, and the little demon had almost forgotten of his past life. Unlike before, he was born into a human, and became that human. He aged and had human thoughts and feelings, along side of his biological mind's. Ciel quickly discovered that he loved games.
"Boo!" he squealed, his little hands wrapping around his mother's waist as he jumped out from the closet. Rachel had a small trimble run down his spine as she felt something attack, but laughed seeing it was just Ciel being… well, Ciel.
"Oh, you gave me a fright!" she said, and swept the boy off his feet and onto her hip. Ciel giggles, and smiles up to his eyes. "I'm the big bad wolf! Give me all your candy! Roar!" he says, and hisses and plays with his hands like claws.
Rachel laughs, and pets her son's head as they go to the supper table. His father had returned home from a long meeting in Paris, and despite having sleeplessness cloud his face, he lit up when he saw his wife and son greet him at the door. Yes, life was very good at the Phantomhive manor.
As Ciel was sat on the mountain of pillows that sat on his chair, he briefly came back to his real self, mentally speaking.
He had been in this weak and fleshy body for a while, and he felt no need to rush it. He liked it that he could actually taste human foods, and could survive off of it. He smiled brightly, a act that became like a second nature to him, as he saw all of his favorite foods on the table. Ciel smiles at his parents, and screams out a thank you to the servants. Unorthodox, yes, but Ciel was a unique kid.
Despite being born all over again, this time in a human body, he still had some… talents from his previous life. Being close to five years old didn't stop the boy from proovin that he knew how to speak English very well. Along with Spanish, Japanese, German, and Irish. He quickly absorbed his lessons in French and Latin, and became fluent in those languages to.
But he could to barely anything in his asthmatic human body, psychically speaking. The only thing he could feel proud about was that he was circumcised and double-joined in his legs.
Everyone praised the child-prodigy, and practically worshiped the very ground he walked on. But someone was a bit skeptical, despite still being proud. And this was to be expected, after all.
Vincent had taken his one an only son out horseback riding at the age of five and a half after he won a well-bred pony in Rome. Ciel was sat on the saddle that was measured just for him, and his young hands gripped the reins of the small horse. Vincent laughed and started explaining the basics of riding. It seemed though that Ciel already knew.
Ciel had said a quick 'hut-hut' and a kick to the sides. The pony took off, leaving a startled Vincent in the dust. After jumping onto his own horse, a black-point clydesdale, and tried to catch up to the little boy who apparently knew very well how to ride a horse.
Vincent slowed to a trot, and Ciel followed suit. The boy was happy and lost in his own world, not noticing his father look down at him with observing eyes. The next comment got his attention.
"Son?"
"Yes Daddy?"
"Are you a demon?"
Ciel pauses and nearly stopped his pony, before trying to collect himself.
"I think so," he says, and it's true.
"Ah… Ok," Vincent said, but a smile returned to his face. "You're still my son, and living under my room. Do as I say, child!" Vincent jokes sarcastically, and Ciel giggles.
Ciel didn't have growth spurts in his life, but grew slowly and maturely. He was always a picture of beauty and pride-birthed glory, and this fact didn't leave even after he had his tenth birthday.
Ciel's tenth birthday was quickly approaching, and due to his weakened demon sinces, he couldn't tell that a storm was coming. And he doesn't mean the weather kind.
This morning was ok, just like any other morning. The evening serves little excitement -except Ciel's excitement- besides Vincent holding a hot and heavy meeting with some company who was trying to buy out Funtom's -his father's company- toy and candy making secrets. At the time, Ciel didn't know what they were doing. Rachel looked a bit tired that day, and took Ciel out to the garden with the family dog, Sebastian.
That afternoon, after the angry looking men left, they had a party. Friends, Family, Other wealthy people… everyone came to the Queen's puppy's party. It was long, and even Ciel was tired after everything. He had eaten too much cake, and his tummy bulged out a little and felt very heavy. He remembers saying a joke about how he was pregnate to his parents. They laughed, but something was behind their eyes that Ciel couldn't read.
He was put to sleep that night in his own bed, despite the earlier promise that he could sleep with them.
Ciel remembers waking up around three in the morning by a funny smell. He rubs his eyes open and pushes a few toy animals over to see what's up. He blinks awake, and sees a angry looking cloud of black smoke coming from under his bedroom door. He panics immediately, and instinct tells him to run and find his parents.
But he stops as he jumps out of bed, his most favored stuffed animal in hand -a little white rabbit his father made-, he remembers that he is a demon. When the hell did he become so, so human?
He was still, technically, in a contract with his fa- Vincent Phantomhive, and he was determined to follow simple contract rules.
So he returns to his child-like mind, despite having a long wispy tail grow, and dashes through the manor, calling the two humans who had birthed him. The fire burned his skin and clothes, but he manages to use some of his powers to ward off the pain. Or is that adrenaline?
Ciel came to a quick stop, his tail flicking dangerously back and forth in the air, his bicolored eyes landing on two figures on the ground of the library.
"D-Daddy?" he gasps, unconsciously has tears streaming down his face. He ran over, and a once-strong hand comes up to brush his cheek as he falls to his knees.
"My son…" Vincent coughs, and a pool of blood comes up with it. Ciel panics and looks around, seeing something that could be his mother not to far away. He looks back down, and sees a knife lodged into his father's chest.
"Go ahead… take my soul, child," he coughs, and despite the most-definite pain, he still managed to flash a bright -bloody- smile.
"What?" Ciel questions, and lays a hand on his father's chest. To his knowledge, he never told his father he was the same demon that contracted him. A demon in general? Yes.
"My time has come, and it is your duty to take my place… serve the Queen…" Ciel didn't say anything, his eyes suddenly blazing a possible shade of black. In fact, his eyes were beyond black. Vincent didn't seem to notice, but if he did he didn't care.
"No, no, it's not. A parent's duty is to raise and guide their child into adulthood… I am but ten, Vincent Phantomhive," he says, and suddenly gets a painful reminder that he is starving. And his meal is so wonderfully offering itself up, no?
Vincent shakes his head and looks like he might speak, but only blood comes up. Ciel leans down, and places a soft kiss on the man he called father's cheek. "You were an excellent father, my Lord," he says, and places a hand to his chest. Vincent smiles, coughs, and Ciel takes his soul in most gentlest of ways.
Lord Phantomhive's soul was delicious. And Ciel expressed this by kicking his head back with a groan of satisfaction. The flavor was new to him; if it had been a color, Ciel would say slate gray. It was strong and had a perfect coating of pride and determination, yet under those seasonings was love, kindness, and an overall need to protect what was rightfully it's.
Ciel, in a hungry-blind state, crawled over on once perfect and delicate legs, suddenly twisted and deformed, to Rachel Phantomhive.
She was still alive, but her eyes were wide and twitching back and forth, her hands shaking. Brain dead, most likely from a blow to the head.
Ciel took her soul too, savoring the motherly and 'baby-yellow' flavor.
The boy suddenly had a hideous look to him. His legs and arms were twisted, horns jutting from his head and cheeks and curled back behind his ears, a long tail -nearly long as his body- flicked back and forth with a large fluff at the foot end of the appendage. Eyes blacker than the dark side of the moon, teeth crooked and jagged.
The boy ran away from the mansion, after just becoming full and the delicious flavor of his parents still in action.
His parent's souls.
Ciel suddenly came to a halt, and his body slowly shifted back to a innocent and frail looking little boy. He turned back, one violet and one blue eye looking at the blazing house he once called home.
He suddenly felt very sick, and dropped to his knees. He was a bit used to being stricken with human disorders and diseases, and he welcomed the half digested cakes and sweets that came up with the sudden dizzy spell.
He groans, and wipes his mouth, hands and ground covered in stomach acids and junk food. Why? Why does he feel so… so… empty? He didn't need human food anymore- he had completed his contract. And he just feasted on two of the finest souls he as ever had. But why does he feel like he has nothing?
Strange urges pop up, and he quickly makes his way back to the manor's library, taking the half-burnt bodies of Rachel and Vincent Phantomhive in his arms, and to the garden. There, he made two beautiful graves of marble and glass, planting rose bushes along the side. White roses, his mother's favorite.
Ciel sat there for most of the next several days, still looking healthy and perfect. But in that time, he kept playing around with the two souls he had consumed, debating weather or not he should digest them, or keep them inside him.
He chose the last option after the fifth day, and left the graves of Rachel and Vincent Phantomhive.
He continued his trek along the earth, still making contracts and still taking it to mind to keep in touch with his littermates. They questioned this little boy's body he suddenly became attached to, and simply answered 'Because I am Ciel,"
They accepted the answer, unlike how humans would react to such behavior.
Even then, he continued to wander the mortal realm, barely living, but still alive.
That was, until 2009, he runs into the most interesting man.
His name was Sebastian Michaelis.
...
"Hmm, so you're like a prince, in some way," Sebastian said, his hands behind his head, his eyes on the boy who so plainly and emotionlessly told him a story about how he was different but respected among his kind, and had gotten his name and look today from a 'kind' and 'humble' man he simply called 'Vincent,'.
"If you want to call it that, yes," Ciel says, and uncross his arms. "Is that all?"
"You're avoiding me, pet," his master teases and ignores the last question, his eyes still lethargic and seducting like the day they met. "Tell me how you met me,"
"In a bar, my Lord,"
"Oh, I know that. But how did you get there? People gave you weird looks, seeing some coltish little thing sitting between a bear of a man and a prostitute like you owned the place.
"My littermates?"
"Ah, I remember you saying something about that. They were your siblings? And what's a nursing mother, by the way,"
"My littermates are not biologically related to me, but they were in the nursing pack i grew up in. Nursing Mothers, sometimes called 'Flower Demons' take in newly made demons and familiars to raise them. Parents get together, mate, help it birth, then leave."
"Leave? Mhmm... Do you have any memories of them… your biological parents, I mean,"
"Just my father's claws ripping me out of my mother's stomach,"
"Stomach?"
"We lay eggs, eat them, and they stay in the mother's belly until they hatch. I was too weak to get out myself, so my father helped,"
"Oh… well that's nice of him," Sebastian says with dark eyes and a frown.
"Well, I hope you are pleased with this information, my Lord. Please excuse me to ma-" Ciel gets cut off.
Sebastian raised a lazy eyebrow and pats the spot next to him on the couch. Ciel blinks, and an uncontrollable blush spreads over his cheeks like fallen pink rose petals.
"Continue where you left off from leaving your fourth contracter,"
Ciel sighs and sits down, his shoulders up high and tense. He knew he can't lie to the man, as was his rule. But maybe he could change that?