Alright, so I haven't actually been able to work on this as much as I'd like, but here's the next installment. I've noticed that these aren't very long, and it's pretty much because these first few ones are more of a primer than the actual story. I may end fleshing these out later, but we'll see how that ends up, no? Anyway, enough of my jabbering, and onto the story.

*Author's Edit: So, the reviews I've gotten have been great, and I know there's a few of you checking up on the story. I've got ideas, but they haven't completely solidified yet. Reviews are incredibly helpful, and inspiring even. To reward said reviews, there's a little preview at the end of this chapter now. 'Till next time then.

Congressus

Click…Click…Click

A pale hand brushed the bars of dirty cages that it passed. All the little broken dolls in their little dirty cages put up for display in the darkness and dankness of this little dungeon.

All of the tarnished little souls were either mad, going mad, in a coma, or a spectacular combination of all three. The shadow-cloaked figure couldn't decide which one he liked more.

Click…

Almost as though he'd been set apart from all the rest just for him, there sat a lonely cage flush against the cold and dirty wall. The tiny little thing trapped within had a perfect view of almost all his other compatriots. A room full of barred little worlds of madness all for his viewing pleasure (torture).

Click…

A wide toothy grin overcame the steadily approaching figure. The pale hand brushed against the cage of the perfectly broken little doll who stared blankly at a rust stained spot of his cage. The steady click of the grinning one's heels ceased as he stopped in front of the cage.

Crouching down, he peered into the blank pool of cerulean. The other eye was swollen shut, with dried blood already flaking off his porcelain skin.

As he bent into the child's broken sight, a flicker of light sparked. A slight incline of his head acknowledged the being in front of him.

"P…"

Even his inhuman ears couldn't pick up the scratch of noise that came out of the boy. Cocking his head slightly as one of his ears twitched, he leaned closer.

"Papa…"

A wickedly inhuman grin overcame him, and he almost burst from the laughter that wanted to escape. Red eyes glinted like rubies as he got control over himself.

Pressing closer…and closer…until the bars were behind him and he was crouching inside the cage.

"No little one." His grin became even more fanged, realizing that the boy wouldn't remember what was about to happen, if he survived that is. "I'm not your papa, but let's get to know each other better, hm?"

Despite the cruelty of his gaze his hand was gentle, and as it caressed a soft cheek, Ciel closed his eye in bliss. Lifting his arms he embraced the kinder devil and welcomed him over the cruelty of humanity that had betrayed him, at least in that instance.

And the devil dug his way deeper, his first taste of an unexpected addiction.

And the promised preview:

"What an interesting little offering." As the chill seeped into the room, a deeper cold crept its way over Ciel. If he could describe it, it was rather like that moment right after drowning but right before dying.

"Don't you find human faith interesting, my little master?"
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