"I've spent my life destroying other people's lives; little did I know that I destroyed my own life as well..."
I can see his lean and broad back turn stiff for a brief moment, and then relax.
"Am I not human, you ask...? What makes Young Mistress ask such an absurd question?"
"It's just according to a theory of mine" I shift onto my right foot, staring intently at his back.
"Theory you say... Do you have any proof? Strange huh, if I'm not a human then what am I?" Sebastian turns back around with a sudden interest clearly shown in his intrigued smile.
"Ciel Phantomhive, the mysterious head of the Funtom Company who never seemed to show any face in the public news and records, had a butler.
There are also not much of records at all about that butler. It's almost as if he never existed"
"No record? Then how would you know that he had a butler?"
"I said 'almost' no record.
There is one article about a member of an Italian mafia, who made an attempt to abduct Ciel. In the end he tried to tell the media that the demon who killed all of his men and dislocated his whole arm was Ciel's butler, or should I say, you Sebastian Michealis were the demon back then"
Sebastian laughs, "I believe he was sent into the mental institute!"
"That guy also said that both you and Ciel had the mark of a demon"
"Then how would you know that Ciel's butler was me?"
"Yes, how should I put this?" I paused for a bit, "I've found a picture of Ciel and his butler inside one of his rooms in the west wings. His butler stood next to him and he looks exactly like you! Even if he is somehow related to you, the resemblance is too much and…"
"…Oh yes of course, the picture"
"There wasn't a contract between you and my aunt since she doesn't have the demon's mark in her left eye, like Ciel. So then I wondered why you would work for her under no contract at all. Plus, you weren't even focused on getting rid of me" I reach into my pocket and take out the picture I had spoken of.
"You were actually looking for this picture right?"
"Hm…It is true that as immortals, demons will try to hide their existence. This one picture is indeed the proof of my existence. But it is not like a single picture will affect me at all. I simply want it as a sort of... remembrance or a souvenir"
"Sebastian," I called, as Sebastian turns and raises an eyebrow at the sudden lowering of my voice.
"It's amusing, isn't it? How ironic that my name just so happens to be Faustine," I took a deep breath. "The name Faustine means luck. But that isn't the only reason why my father gave me this name…"
"Faust, the cursed, the damned. Faust, a German scientist who made a pact with the demon Mephistopheles for more knowledge. Faustine means luck, but it's merely just the luck given by the demons," Sebastian cocks his head to a side, "humans have the most interesting tales..."
"...Then Sebastian... if you really are a demon, I'll make a contract with you"
"My, my... Young Mistress, do you have any idea of what you just said?"
"I know what I just said and what I'm getting myself into"
Then, there is this silence. The silence is so sudden that it nearly catches me off guard. The crickets stopped chirping, people stopped laughing, and the small black cat stopped purring and simply just stares at me with its bright glowing orbs as if it could see through my soul.
As for Sebastian, he silently covers his face with a hand to hide his smile, his 'real' smile behind his white stainless glove that seems to glow under the moonlight. He starts to lean is as his shoulders begin to shake with laughter. He must have thought I was crazy or amusing, something along the lines of "foolish human." I bet all demons would think that, if there are any other. The only audible sound was the rustling of the breeze through the grasses and the trees that pass between my two feet, making my dress flutter along with the wind.
"That's quite a dangerous decision to make," says Sebastian with his voice sounding more amused than ever, "you're still only but a child, a girl. What could you possibly do with a demon? Your desire, lust, selfishness, and greed... are they enough to be in exchange for your soul?"
"Ciel Phantomhive was twelve when he formed his contract with you.
I'm two years older than him, I'm fourteen" Sebastian turns around again with his back facing me.
"I'm not just any demon who would take anyone's soul. If you want me to serve you, then prove that your soul is rather worthy of being devoured or else you're going to bore me" He starts heading back to the lobby. His muffled footsteps echo into the dark silence. Now, it's as if my senses had become acute like how it was on the operation table.
The yard is suddenly full of the sounds and movements within each and every neck of the woods. It suddenly became very... loud. I raise my hands up to cover my ears from this bizarreness. But then, something clicked in my mind, something I remember from the 'Marks of a Demon' book. I narrow my eyes at Sebastian's back as he kept on his way back.
I will. I'll prove it to you, Sebastian Michaelis. I step back and grab on to the stems of a rose bush behind me. My hand stings and throbs in pain as the thorns pierces through my skin.
"Meruche of the demon fire...
Sebastian slows.
I softly whisper through all the noises I've been hearing and all the movements I felt as I reach out my hand to let my blood drip on to the bare grounds below me.
"Saraphine of the damned,
Satan of the eternal hell... bound my chain and sheath thy limbs.
Bestowed upon: Sebastian Michealis..."
Sebastian stops.
"Oh? So you've learned how to bind a demon"
"I, Faustine Dolorie,
Will now defy all living things to heaven and God,
The blood that is on the ground slowly forms into a star, like the Mark of A Demon.
"In serving me and completing my quest. For return, he may in any manner
Order, ordain, reign, rule, posses all that I have including my body and soul.
Therefore, I mark this contract with my blood.
The breeze around me turns into a raging, howling wind as it blows towards my direction, bending every tree in its path. My hair tie got blown away, letting my hair dance furiously along. While Sebastian doesn't seems be faze by the sudden impact.
"I... claim thee!"
The clouds cover the moon, letting no lights shine through.
The courtyard is now darker than ever, full of different eerie figures and shadows. The only thing I could see in front of me, are those two bright red eyes that arch as if its facial expression is that of a cheerful smile. I hear footsteps as the he walks and stops in front of me. Then, he grabs me by my hair and lowers his ruby eyes to mine. I can feel the back of my neck sweating and let's face it...it's from fear.
Then I get to hear more of his vague laughs.
"Well done, Faustine! You seriously had me in for a little shock there. You even managed to force me into a contract. If you can keep that up, I'm sure my years of serving my Young Mistress will surely be enjoyable.
There is no point in telling me what you want because I can already tell since he had the same eyes as you"
"My father...I want you to kill him"
"Mm ha, ha! Yes! That's the way it should be...those eyes... you have the same eyes as Ciel!"
"The same eyes?"
"Ah and by the way. If you happened to get pricked by the needles that your aunt hid in your dress, they're poisonous..."
I'm sure they are because that was the last thing I see before I...died.