AN: In the beginning of this chapter there is some non-con and violence. It's not described in too much detail, but if it bothers you skip to the _††_.

Warnings: Dark themes, non-con, Ciel bashing, Will bashing, violence, eventual consensual M/M, minor OCs (villain, side characters)

Disclaimer: If I owned Black Butler, Sebastian and Grelle would've gotten it on by now.

CH 3

Grelle groaned softly as he awoke. He did not really want to open his eyes yet. He wanted to pretend everything that had happened had been just a bad dream. Grelle knew he could not fool himself for long though, and eventually opened his eyes. Something was off. He could see the dark ceiling above his head clearly, instead of through the bars of his cage. Grelle made to sit up but he quickly realized he was restrained; his wrists and ankles were bound to the posts at both ends of the bed.

"Ah, being tied up and helpless suits you," crooned the demon, seemingly appearing from nowhere. Grelle tried to control his shaking as the demon approached. The demon smirked and ran a finger across the X of slashes, before pulling out the death scythe again.

"What are you going to do….M-master?" Grelle asked, hoping that by using the title the demon might go easy on him. The demon ignored him and flipped the scythe so that he was holding it by the base of the blade. He untied Grelle's left foot and raised it up. Grelle whimpered and began to struggle.

"Please! Don't!" The demon chuckled and, in one swift movement, shoved the hilt of the scythe into Grelle. Grelle screamed and writhed in pain.

"Oh, a virgin? That's a surprise. But that just makes this more enjoyable!" the demon laughed and began roughly thrusting the death scythe into Grelle's body. Far too long later found Grelle back in his cage, sobbing silently as the demon left.

_††_

Sebastian entered the dark shop of the Undertaker. As expected, the reaper was nowhere to be found.

"Undertaker?" called Sebastian, "Are you in?"

"Ehehehe…I see the little demon lord isn't with you," cackled a voice from a nearby coffin. The lid lifted and the Undertaker sat up, grinning madly from ear to ear.

"I am here on my own business this time," Sebastian replied. The Undertaker giggled and rose from the coffin. He wandered over and peered at the lone butler.

"Well, Master Butler, you know I require payment first, hehe," said the Undertaker.

"Yes, very well," Sebastian sighed. Before Sebastian could begin a joke, the Undertaker interrupted, "I don't want my usual payment." Sebastian frowned.

"Then how shall I pay you this time?" he inquired.

"With a promise. I want you to do something for me."

"What, exactly, do you want me to do?" The Undertaker laughed and sat down on an unopened coffin. He pulled out the jar of bone shaped biscuits from his robes, took out a biscuit, and munched thoughtfully on it.

"Weeell…You see, I have heard some rather unfortunate news. A reliable source told me that just this morning, Grelle Sutcliff was sold to a demon," explained the Undertaker. "You see, Miss Sutcliff has been veeeery depressed lately. Grelle's been coming to visit little ol' me during work hours."

"Depressed?" Sebastian could not help but ask. He never thought it would even be possible for the energetic reaper to become sad, let alone depressed.

"Mmhm. Ever since you left with the Earl, Grelle's been horribly depressed. She told me how much she missed you all the time. Miss Sutcliff's depression affected her work, apparently. My source told me that Grelle's slacking is what caused William to get rid of her. He and the Council decided she wasn't worth the trouble, the poor dear. This is where you come in, Butler. I want you to go and rescue Grelle from the demon she was sold to."

"Do you know the identity of the demon?" asked Sebastian.

"No. If I did, I assure you I would be after him meself. I also don't have time to be wandering all 'round London. I've been very busy lately, ehehehe!"

Sebastian was not quite sure what to make of the situation. This was not his problem. Not really. However, he did need to know how to get rid of his contract with Ciel. The Undertaker was currently his best chance. As for actually going and rescuing Grelle…well, Sebastian honestly did not hate the reaper. Yes, the redhead was annoying sometimes, but to be owned by an unknown demon? Leaving him there would be rather cruel. Sebastian frowned. When did he care if he was being cruel or not? I must have been around humans for too long. Their sentimental ways are starting to rub off on me, thought Sebastian.

"Fine. I shall retrieve Grelle," Sebastian acquiesced.

"Ah, ah, ah. It's got to be a promise, Master Butler, ehehe," the Undertaker chided. Sebastian just barely refrained from rolling his eyes.

"I promise to retrieve Grelle."

"Excellent. Now, what was it you wanted to know about?" Undertaker asked.

"I was hoping you would know how I might end my Contract with my master, as I….can not do it myself," Sebastian said, ashamed that he had to resort to asking for help.

"Oh? That wasn't what I was expecting, hehehe. Why are you asking me?" inquired the Undertaker.

"As much as I dislike reapers, I do have some respect for Legendary Reapers such as yourself. I thought that, since you always seem to know what is going on, and since you have been around much longer than I, you might have some idea," explained Sebastian.

"Ah. I see…well, Butler. You've come to the right place. I have come across a predicament such as yours once before. It is such a rare occurrence. From what little I heard about it, getting rid of your contract should be rather simple. Think of it like a contract between humans, ehehe. If one human wishes to end a written contract, they rip it to shreds, rendering it null and void. From what I remember, a similar method of ending the contract was used. As I was not there meself when it happened, that is all I can tell you, heheheh," Undertaker said. With a final chuckle, the Undertaker disappeared into the back room. "Just remember your promise, demon," he called.

Rather annoyed, Sebastian left the shop. Rip the Contract to shreds? It was not too difficult to come to a conclusion on how to rid himself of his hated Contract. He would have to, once again, loose his arm. It would have to be destroyed completely. Unfortunately, he could not do it himself. He would have to get someone else to remove it, or the Contract would return on his regenerated hand.

It did not take too long for him to return to the inn; however, Ciel was awake when Sebastian leapt through the window.

"Sebastian! Where have you been!?" demanded Ciel, glaring at him.

"My apologies, young master, but I was at the Undertaker's," Sebastian said with a small bow.

"What were you doing there?" Ciel asked with a frown.

"I was simply making an inquiry about our situation," Sebastian told him. Omitting details was not exactly lying.

"And?"

"Unfortunately, he could not help. However, he did mention that there was another demon here in London." Sebastian hoped this would distract his master from other questions about his doings.

"Why is that important?" asked Ciel.

"The demon is in your territory. That means he can steal the souls that would normally be yours," explained Sebastian.

"Then I suppose something should be done. Deal with it, Sebastian," Ciel ordered. Sebastian smirked and bowed deeply.

"Yes, my lord."