When a demon eats a soul, it slowly breaks down, it's existence becoming completely unknown, all memories of its life forgotten, as if the person had never existed in the first place. This process takes hundreds, sometimes thousands of years.
When a demon dies, the souls that are still whole, and still have the thought and willpower of a human, are released into Limbo, the passage between Life and Heaven and Hell. If any souls in Limbo can find a way back into the world of Life, they can come back to the world of the living, but they are never exactly as they once were.
Hannah Anafeloz knew this, and it was all part of her plan.
After eating the soul of Luca McCain, she realized that his older brother was suffering terribly. She had felt something. She had felt... guilt. She knew that she had to release Luca McCain's soul. But that wouldn't have been enough. Luca McCain wouldn't have ever been completely in Life, whereas Alois Trancy would continue living as an average human. She had to put them on equal levels.
After she had completely followed through with her plan, and had eaten both Luca McCain and Alois Trancy, she let herself die.
It will be worth it. Everything will be right again.
"What a pitiful grave." Ciel Phantomhive said, facing the grave of Alois Trancy. It was amongst other graves, all of which were people who had died at the hands of Ciel Phatomhive. He had killed none of them directly, but all of them had died because of him. Ciel was such a young, small boy, and yet, he had more blood on his hands then most murderers.
The grave itself was made of pink stone, and almost all the writing on it had been worn away by rain. Imbedded in the stone was a single glowing ruby; the ruby that Alois had worn on a ring and had possessed his soul at one point in time.
Ciel held an offering in his hand. It was a lemon tea cake; he had chosen lemon because he learned via Sebastian how Trancy hated lemon. He set the cake down near the grave, and stood back up.
"So pathetic you were, Earl Trancy. Even after death, you begged for you own life, not knowing just how unwanted you were."
He knelt down again, whispering into the worn pink coloring of the tombstone.
"Still... in the end, I think we could've become companions, if not friends. If could bring you back, I would."
With that, Ciel suddenly felt something. He sensed something. A presence he hadn't felt for a long time. Was this... a response?
The Earl jolted back up on his feet, startled. "S-Sebatian!"
"Yes, my lord?" Sebastian said almost mockingly.
"We will be leaving now. Lead me back to the carriage at once!"
"Of course, my lord."
As the carriage continued on the long journey back to Ciel's manor, a strong, violent storm had come in.
"Sebastian, are you sure the carriage won't blow over?"
"Absolutely positive, my lord."
Ciel had grown completely sure he had felt something at Trancy's grave. Ever since he had felt that presence, or whatever it was, he had a splitting headache.
As time wore on Ciel began to... hear something. He could make it out at first, but it sounded like someone was talking to him. What was this?! Sebastian wasn't speaking, not that it sounded like his voice, anyway. It sounded so faint, so indistinct... but at the same time Ciel could barely hear sentences. They sounded so strangely... familiar?
Ciel Phatomhive?! I finally have you! You're mine!
You're being tricked by a demon! Can't you see that we're the same?
I mean exactly what I say. I want you.
He was positive he'd heard all that before.
"S-Sebastian," He stuttered, somewhat shaken.
"Yes, my lord?" Sebastian replied.
"Do you hear that?"
A tiny, almost minuscule smirk formed on Sebastian's lips. It was so tiny, it was practically invisible. But Ciel saw it. "I hear nothing, my lord."
Ciel stood up. "Impossible!" Is this... all in my head.
"Why do you ask, my lord? Are you hearing voices in your head?"
Damn you, Sebastian! You hear them too, don't you?! "N-No, it's just... I have the most horrid headache..."
"Perhaps you should get some rest once we return home, my lord."
"Yes... I think a little rest would do me well..."
By the time the carriage reached the Ciel's manor, the storm had become far more violent and so did the voices in Ciel's mind. The young Earl could barely move, so Sebastian had carried him up to his bedroom himself and was tucking Ciel into the covers when he raised his head, almost like a dog becoming alert, and looked around them room. Ciel saw something in his eyes. Was it... fear? No, that couldn't be right. Sebastian was a demon, he didn't get scared.
"Nnn," Ciel groaned. "Nn-What is it, Sebastian?"
"Something's coming. Something dangerous."
"Build it up with flesh and bone, flesh and bone, flesh and bone. Build it up with flesh and bone, my fair Lady."
The little boy woke up to the sound of wonderful, beautiful singing. He pelt pain, more pain than he had ever felt in his entire existence, and yet... that song kept him feeling relaxed and calm... as if the pain weren't there...
Wait. Pain. He could feel things. That was new. He hadn't felt anything in such a long, long time. Ever since the beautiful demoness came to take him away. He could see things as well. He was in a dark, dank room, that reeked terribly of old, rotted flesh. He could hear that the singer was on the other side of the room. What a relaxing song he sang...
"Build it up with flesh and bone, flesh and bone, flesh and bone. Build it up with flesh and bone, my fair Lady."
The boy heard footsteps, and a strange orange-haired man walked over to him. The man didn't look right; he looked almost like a dead man walking, with a strange substance spilling out of the top of his head.
"My, what a fine doll you'll make. So then I thought to myself, I've never used these materials before on a doll, but it was what master ordered." The man spoke, his voice sounding very different from the relaxing song-like voice that sang the sweet tune.
The man picked something up-a sewing needle. In his other hand he grabbed something that smelled horrid: a piece of decayed, dead flesh. The little boy felt the man sew the bloody, disgusting meat into his existing skin, but he felt no pain. Sure, he felt the repeated pricking of his flesh, but as long as he heard the man's song, it didn't seem to bother him.
"Build it up with flesh and bone, flesh and bone, flesh and bone. Build it up with flesh and bone, my fair Lady."
"This is the last piece." The man said, grabbing another chuck of rotted flesh. "My master will be most pleased. All we need now is for him to come and cleanse you, and then you will be finished," The man put down his sewing equipment and placed his hand on the boy's face.
"...Luca McCain."
Waaaaah why do I write such short chapters?! Oh well... I had to end it there, no matter the length.
I know this is probably REALLY confusing right now but it will get ...more confusing. I'm not good at making sense, and I have this bad habbit of assuming that my readers know the same things that I do, even when they don't. But I swear I will try to make it less confusing for you guyz.
Also, if you're gonna follow my story, is it really that hard to write a review too? I mean come on people, it's not that hard! All you do is click that little b9x down there and tell me if you like/hate the story. I just might not continue it otherwise :(
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