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Blasphemy

"Thou father in heaven…"

One child wasn't listening, choosing to ignore the words of the fat preacher before him, his one visible eye focused on the window beside him.

"May he protect and shelter…"

Protect? Shelter? Where was this protection when he was screaming for mercy, screaming for freedom, screaming for the very God that was supposed to protect him?

"My he bless…"

Where was God when he was offered up like a lamb for the slaughter, forced onto an alter in his name? Where was God when he gave his soul to the devil, a demon dressed in black with glowing red eyes, all for his freedom, for his life, for his revenge?

"Forever he watches over his children…"

There was no God.

"Shielding us from temptation…"

Temptation sat beside him, all seeing red eyes focused, alert, amused, his trademark smirk set in place, pale skin seeming to glow in the light that illuminated the church. Perfect. Always so perfect, even when he was covered in blood and gore.

"So that we may live holy…"

He gave into temptation.

"And in the Lord's name we pray…"

Because there was no God.

"Amen," the preacher finished, lifting his head and dismissing the congress, stepping down from his podium to mingle with the clergy, smiling and talking softly as he met with the people of the church.

"Wasn't that sermon great Ciel!" Lizzy giggled happily, dancing around in circles as she and her betrothed exited the church, Ciel's loyal butler Sebastian following behind them, only stepping foreword to open the church door for them as they left.

Ciel gave a grunt in response, his one eye showing no excitement, no joy, no emotion pertaining to the last 3 hours he had spent in church.

Lizzy had begged him to go with her a week prior, and in order to get her to stop crying he had agreed, having Sebastian wake him up early Sunday morning so that he could accompany his bubbly fiancé to a place he had no desire to get involved with.

"It's amazing to think that Jesus traveled through the desert, being tempted by the devil for 40 days. It must have been really hard to resist temptation," Madam Red said from beside him, not catching the dark smirk her nephew's butler gave in response, his dark red eyes glittering in a way only Ciel could understand.

"Yeah, amazing," Ciel huffed, sarcasm dripping from his words like water from a chalice, or blood from a wound.

"You should praise God Ciel, he works wondrous miracles!" Lizzy cried, wrapping her arms around her fiancé's neck, hugging him close to her small body, only to let go when Ciel gave her a dark look.

"Yes Ciel. It is thanks to God that you were returned to us," Madam Red smiled, placing a tender kiss to her nephew's cheek.

Ciel's hand clenched on his cane, his one visible eye turning stony before a dark smirk, one that matched his butler's, slithered onto his face.

"Thanks to him huh?"

Soon everyone parted ways, Madam Red going with Lizzy to take her home while Sebastian helped his young lord into the carriage, his classic grin still in place.

"What do you think Sebastian? Should I praise God for my rescue?" Ciel asked, looking at his butler curiously, his ocean blue eye sparkling with amusement, little hands resting in his lap.

"The young master should be careful. Too much praise might allow the young master to enter into heaven," Sebastian hummed, his voice liquid sin, his red eyes luminous like embers of a fire as he took a seat beside his young lord.

"Hmmm.... that would be a shame now wouldn't it?"

"But of course Bocchan, then I wouldn't be gifted with the young master's delicious dark soul," Sebastian purred, his spider like fingers brushing against the eye patch that covered their contract.

"Well then it's lucky for you there is no God demon."

And if there was…

"But of course Bocchan."

He didn't need him.

"Sebastian?"

Because he had something better…

"Young master?"

A demon and a contract.