yeah, as i mentioned in my other story i'm currently posting (titled Miraculously Well, Miraculous!) Stuff came up so i couldn't post.

Anyway sorry for the delay and this goes for all the chaps: i don't own anyone and sorry for any mistake!

Chapter 2

"That insufferable little brat!" Sebastian grumbled as he stomped his way through London's streets. "Making me his servant forever! I'm an increadibly powerful demon and I can't believe a snotty brat like him made me his servant for eternity!" The demon fumed as discreetly as possible, raging on the inside, though he still got a few awkward looks from passerbies. Once he reached a secluded allyway, he made sure no one was around and opened a portal into the confines of the shinigami's dimenson. Once he succesfully infiltrated the capital city, barely able to avoid commotion, he sneaked in the Shinigami Library, only to find William and Grell loitering between the bookshelves. Cursing inwardly, he masked his scent even more with the air of the library and hid behind a bookshelf.

"Grell. I have asked you to help me out in order to find Earl Phantomhive's family records. Do absolutely not fool around," the brown haired grim reaper commanded sharply. His pruner shaped death scythe clipped Grell's vest, who was busy prancing around the great Adrian Crevan's statue, and pulled Grell beside him. Sebastian's ears perked up at the name 'Phantomhive'. He creeped closer, in order to hear and see better.

"But Will~, this is so boring~," the gingerhaired gender fluid reaper whined. "Let's do something more fun, ne~?" He suggested with a sultry smile, wriggling his hips and posterior against William's. Sebastian, disgusted, made a mental note to avoid them, especially Grell at all costs even in the future.

"There will be no fun in the bed if we don't find Ciel Phantomhive's family record and reap his soul according to the instructions in there, before that demon lays a finger on him!" William declared sternly. Sebastian gagged at the thought of Will's and Grell's 'fun in the bed'. Though his primary thoughts revolved around the fact that William and Grell were set out to reap his bocchan's soul. He could by no means let that happen. Selfish anger bubbled up in him, making him really yandere and wanting to kill the two grim reapers just for speaking Ciel's name.

"So mean," Grell pouted. He nonetheless started looking for the family records through the shelves. Peeking out, Sebastian was surprised Grell and Will hadn't noticed him, or the Phantomhive family record on the shelf just above their heads. He decided to use a good ol' trick. He silently took one of the scrolls from the shelf he was hiding behind and threw it towards a general direction in the far end of the library. Once the scroll landed, a bigger thump and a smaller commotion like falling scrolls and books could be heard.

"What was that?" Grell asked curiously.

"Come." William cautiously went towards the direction of the niose, dragging Grell with him. Once they were out of sight, Sebastian quickly but silently dashed out and grabbed the scroll containing Ciel's family records. He just about exited the library in the nick of the time. A split second later and he would've been caught. Masking his scent he continued his sneaking quest through the Shinigami headquarters, again barely avoiding being caught. He hastily opened a portal at the same place he entered, and escaped through it, landing back in London in the secluded allyway. One job done. Sighing relieved he calmly strolled to a nearby park and opened the scroll. What he saw there surprised him, needless to say. Ciel was the grandson of Adrian Crevan, the legendary grim reaper, whose statue was in the Shinigami Library, from the paternal side. His father, Vincent was the grim reaper's son. According to the scroll, Ciel was supposed to die in four days due to choking in one of his lung cancer induced cough attacks.

"Now, look at this. Really interesting," he murmured noticing one strange detail on the scroll. He'd have to investigate later on that, because he supposed not even Ciel knew about it. As he pondered on how to further investigate the matter, a ginger striped kitten crawled over, mewing desperately. Sebastian gasped blushing and gingerly raised the kitten in his arms, which in turn started licking his face and his lips especially. "What a sweet greeting~" Sebastian sighed contentedly stroking the cat's fur when it started mewling again. "You're hungry, aren't you, my sweetheart?" The kitten mewled as if saying yes. The demon chuckled, and exited the park with the cat to buy her some tuna. Once he did, he watched the kitten eat and gave her a kiss, sheding a tear. "I will have to leave your rejoicing and sweet company my dear," he said standing up. The kitten mewled him her goodbies and continued eating, oblivious to Sebastian's pain. Sighing, he ran back to the manor with superspeed and scared the hell out of Ciel by suddenly popping up in front of him.

"Good grief Sebastian!" Ciel yelped, the sentence ending in a smaller coughing fit that fortunately passed away quickly.

"I apologise for scaring you, young master." Sebastian bowed, a slight smirk on his face and handed the scroll to Ciel.

"You're not sorry at all. And scaring me was an understatement. I was daydreaming about plotting my revenge against you when you suddenly spurt out of nothing and make me have a heart attack!" Ciel declared making Sebastian chuckle. As Ciel made a move to take the scroll a sharp pain in his chest sent him to his knees - the demon caught him and seated him in his lap -, and making him wheeze miserably. The wheezes turned into coughs and Sebastian kept rubbing the boy's back and gave him a cup of warm water - that magically appeared in his hand. After Ciel drank it, he whiped off the blood of his small chin and handed him the scroll. The boy stood up and sat at his desk, opening the scroll. Sebastian watched Ciel's face go blank as he read his family records. Ah, the little detail had struck him deep, Sebastian thought.

"Do we know who exactly Adrian Crevan is?" The earl finally asked.

"No, my lord. What we do know is that he was - is - a legend between the grim reapers. He reaped a lot of famous people's souls, like Marie Antoanette, Robin Hood... But he deserted a hundred years ago, he is still allive for all we know. I have never met him," the demon said thinking, "though I wish I had."

"Whatever. And have you found a cure for me? I'm supposed to die in four days." Ciel asked curiously. He tried to keep his thoughts off that ominous little detail from his family record that kept nagging the back of his mind like an annoying little itch you can't quite reach.

"As for that, my lord, there are two possible options." Sebastian paused for a slight dramatic effect.

"And those would be?" Ciel inquired annoyed, raising a brow.

"One, you become a demon. Two, you become a shiny blob of white stuff called ghost, being able to roam in the manor forever and haunting the creepy creeps put of the creepy creeps that live in this creepy manor," Sebastian joked with a pleasant smile.

"And I suppose you would be one of those creepy creeps living in this creepy manor, right?" Ciel asked pointedly with a glare.

"Certainly my lord. Or - a sudden idea, you could become an angel!" - 'And free me from serving you eternally,' he silently thought.

"Sebastian!" Ciel's sharp voice cut through the air. "He might have become an angel, but it's only right I become a demon."

"But my lord,the two races are enimies," the butler noted with a frown. "How will your love cope with it?"

"That means nothing to us, nor to our love." Ciel looked out of the window then sighed. He would open up just for this one time. "We were always polar opposites yet the same. We loved each other unconditionally despite the fact that we were each other's opposites. If I become an angel, our dynamism will dissolv and our relationship won't work. I won't complete him and he won't complete me. We would be empty. We won't be complementars anymore and that would kill us." Ciel looked at Sebastian and leaned on his elbows. "If you check, angels and demons aren't that different either. They are opposites yet the same. They keep each other moving. They are complementars. Like the Sun and the Moon. It's as simple as that."

"I see," the butler finally said, frantically searching how to convince his master otherwise, only to come up with no solutions. "So you wish to become a demon."

"Yes, I do. I don't want to die for his sake, now that I know he is alive as an angel. It was bad enough I thought him dead and that I saw him dead," the teen said with a shudder, remembering the painful memory. "He doesn't need to see me actually dead," Ciel sighed and Sebastian inwardly cursed. There goes his eternal freedom. Then Ciel promptly looked up with a devilish smirk and asked, "When do you plan on turning me into a demon, Sebastian?"

"I am very embarrassed and flattered to say, but I have absolutely no idea." The demon stood tall and loomed over Ciel. "But we can maybe do it now, that is if you don't have anything else to do."

"Oh, I'm sure I have a faithful servant who might do my annoyingly tedious paperwork while I'm transforming into a demon," Ciel smirked knowingly. "So we can do it now."

"Oh, I wouldn't be that sure since I know no such servant who would be free to actually do it," Sebastian smiled with a tickmark as a vein popped in his head. "In fact, young master, you forgot that I have the laundry to do, I need to repaire the damage Bard did in the kitchen, I need to replant the plants Finny destroyed and I need to clean up the bathroom and the living area and dining hall and the library due to Mey Rin's clumsiness. Oh and did I forget to mention the grocery shopping you commanded me to do the other day for the charity dinner you organised for homeless kids in two days? I even need to cook for the event."

"And here I thought I had one hell of a demon butler," Ciel sighed with a fake sorry smile, making another vein pop in Sebastian's head and another hair turn gray - rethorically speaking.

"On second thought, I might be able to squeeze in a bit of a time for your paperwork. That is - only if you are knocked out cold due to the transformation," the demon gritted out with a forced smile. Ciel snorted then laughed.

"Now please turn me into a demon." Sebastian sighed composing himslef.

"Yes, my lord." He bowed and lurched forward with a feral grin and glowing eyes.