I'm finally uploading the second chapter. Though it was written long ago, I had no time to publish it.
Thanks to my Beta reader, CarnivorousRaven, this one is gramatically better than the previous one.
Once again - thank you for help, Karasu! :)


There was a strange, unpleasant, itchy feeling at the end of his tongue. What do they call it? Anger, irritation, annoyance? Certainly, Sebastian Michaelis was annoyed. He had spent a few hours looking for reasons of this untypical, for a demon, state. But his searches were absolutely fruitless.

Well, it couldn't be all about the brand new crockpot set which had been broken in the morning by Mey-Rin, nor about the bushes of Bocchan's favorite white roses, blasted by Finnian. He supposed that the reason wasn't Bard's kitchen experiments and completely charred tiling, as well. In the end, he had overcome all those little problems, and the rest of the day had proceeded according to the schedule.

He hung up his butler tail-coat back to the wardrobe and had a seat at his rustic wooden desk, in order to read the new cookbook given to him by Agni. Sebastian really didn't think that typically spicy Hindu dishes would suit Bocchan's taste, but it might help him learn something new. No one knows what the future holds. Only thanks to Sebastian's relentless readiness for unpredicted events he could still be one hell of butler.

He knitted his brows with consternation. Something was wrong. As if the temperature of the room had suddenly grown. He took off his tie and rolled up sleeves. Had he overdone with heating? Strange...

After opening the book he suddenly felt somehow dizzy. He pressed his fingers to the temples. What was that?

Unexpectedly he smelled in the air the sweetest, the most beautiful smell he had ever felt. Hundreds of flower species put in a huge bunch cloaking a juicy secret. Unusual fruit flavored with bittersweet

destiny seeds. This mixture of good and evil – sugar and bitterness, calm and ecstasy – watered his mouth.

Only one thing could have smelled like this – as if it had combined all of the world's miracles under the bitter coat of revenge. This endless wonder owing its life only to him – his Bocchan's soul.

He closed his eyes with a sigh, thinking about this one-off valuable human's shred hidden inside of an useless body shell. If only he could reach it, entwine it, trammel it and never let go. If he could slave it and absorb it slowly, savor it. Wander inside of it, look for the most interesting pieces on a weak goblin of the humanity. How he desired to comb this tiny soul's abyss, caress its flaws and hold its sins in his arms like they were his lovers.

That was enough. His mind came to the surface of reality. The moment would come soon. Patience, the bigger the hunger, the better the meal. He smirked a little.
Meanwhile, he should check what had happened to the Earl, and why his soul had let out this beautiful scent so suddenly.

He stood up and froze immediately, looking in surprise at his bare hands. The stamp was lightning as bright as never before, sending waves of heat up his arm.
Sebastian slightly parted his lips, understanding what had just happened – the contract's strengthening.

Regardless of who the human and the demon are, the deal between them gets stronger day by day and bring them closer to one another. It's some kind of human soul's preparation to the total annihilation. Humans begin to realize that it's ineluctable and in the end becomes ready to unite with his demon.
These puzzling creatures need some time to understand consequences of their own choices. It was quite funny for Sebastian to look upon their faces when the moment was coming. Most of his victims apprehended that shortly they were going to be deprived of their immortal souls. But some of them were fully aware of what they had done, and when the contract was fulfilled, it was somehow enjoyable for them to be destroyed. He didn't meet many humans who reacted like this, but their awareness, preparedness, and will made their souls even tastier. And then, if Ciel Phantomhive had just accepted that one day he would become in unity with his demon, his delectable soul would be...

"SEBASTIAN!"

The demon opened his eyes wider. If he had a heart, it would probably would be beating in a frenzied state. He had never expected this moment would come.

An ominous smile appeared on his face.

With no hesitation he ran out of his room to help his Young Master.


Yeah, feed the rain
'Cos without your love my life ain't nothing, but this carnival of rust