The angel slowly regained consciousness in the posh, Victorian guest bedroom, still considerably groggy from being completely depleted of energy several hours before. He sat up on the bed as the memories started pouring back. Not only had he assisted a demon in mercy-killing an innocent little girl, but he had fallen unconscious, making himself completely vulnerable to the untrustworthy predator. That hit him pretty hard, silently seething in the bed as he came to grips with how stupid he had just been. It was almost too much effort to be angry in his drowsy state, but he was able to manage. Still, it was probably a waste of energy; energy he could use to escape undetected… Then again merely entertaining that kind of idea was overly optimistic at this point. Not in his current condition, so he stayed angry.
He noticed throughout his little nap he had slipped out of his ceremonial form, a trick to make the demon think he was much older than what he was, but now he possessed the body of a fifteen-year-old boy. Despite being fifteen hundred years old, which was still fairly young in angel terms, he appeared to be only a year or two older than the boy the demon had made a contract with. The angel realized he was at a critical disadvantage at this point, he had to get away. Quietly he slipped out of the bed and headed over to the large, arched window, wracking his brain for an escape plan.
"Leaving so soon?"
The angel's head snapped to reveal a familiar demon at the guest bedroom's threshold. Ciel had sent him to clean up after their visitor, Sebastian having made it sound like the celestial would be long-gone by now, but he had been wrong. The demon noticed the other looked around five years younger now. That explained a lot about why he was still here. The situation was tempting Sebastian yet again.
"I do not want trouble, I just want to be on my way. The girl was put out of her misery, so I am not needed anymore," he spoke rather quickly, betraying his nervousness.
Sebastian fed into the nervousness and locked eyes with him like a cat would a bird.
"Well, my feathered friend, I am afraid I simply cannot let you leave."
"And why not?" the angel's heart sank, wondering if he was going to make it out of this alive now.
The demon advanced toward the angel, grabbing the other's golden hair with a gloved hand and pulling firmly.
"Because that would take the fun out of everything…"
The butler reached out and grabbed a hold of a thin wrist, pulling the other closer. The boy flinches lightly at being dragged. The other gloved hand pressed fingers against the angel's chest, the cold black tendrils spreading onto his victim's skin. He hisses sharply, squirming and trying to get out of his grip.
After a bit more thrashing he settles down, trying to concentrate on his breathing. Sebastian waited for the other to stop squirming before he shifted and in a flash was pinning him onto the bed. Focusing just a little bit, he made more of an effort to stain the little angel with black magic. He wanted to taint that porcelain skin.
The boy hisses as the blackness is pushed on him again, starting to get an adrenaline rush from all of the panic. But alas, the extra boost was all in vain. The demon was just too powerful for the angel. It spread from chest to neck and all the way down past his ribs.
Soft cries of pain; nails digging into the bed sheets.
Sebastian pulled his hand back as the magic took hold, staring for a moment as it writhed about on the angel's skin, greedily trying to seep into as much of the teen as possible. The tendrils finally slow and nearly stop at the top of his hip and the tip of his chin. The boy seemed winded and still in a great deal of pain. The demon trailed his fingers over the other's now-pitch black torso, feeling the potency of the dark magic engrained in him.
"Your name?"
"What?"
"Your name, sir."
"K-karael."
"Karael," the demon butler cooed, "I have a little offer for you."
They locked eyes; pained gaze meeting a cold, sadistic one.
"Go on."
"Your skin is absorbing a considerable amount of Nightshade magic, now there are two ways this can go."
There was a small pause before he continued.
"You could simply let it slowly erase you, or… you could choose life, and allow me to change you into a demon."
"What would be in it for you?" Karael hissed.
"A personal servant, I suppose," he said with a grin.
"You're the one dressed like a butler."
"I am a butler in this world, which means you will just have to work on a higher frequency: something even an angel such as you should be able to manage with ease."
Karael gritted his teeth as his mind swam, trying in vain to think of a third option.
