The blonde butler, named Carter, delivered the silver tray to Ciel, placing it in front of the starving Earl. Carter lifted the lid and the smell of the dish made the young Earl salivate, a dish that was so close to Sebastian's flavorful dishes that for a moment he thought Sebastian did make this. But the butler has been at his side for every moment since they arrived at the castle.
"Lord Varvossa will be joining you in a few moments," Carter said, "will there be anything else?"
Ciel waved the butler away and Carter bowed, leaving without a word. After a minute the Earl took a fork full of the food and stared at it, "do you think it's poisoned?" He asked Sebastian.
The butler raised a eyebrow slightly at the young Master, "there is no reason for them to poison you." Sebastian worried for the thousandth time that his Master did not know what this Lord Varvossa was, and that Ciel unknowingly walked into the lion's den.
"And how would you know?" Ciel said with a hint of anger. "They attacked a train to stop us from reaching Edinburgh."
"They tried to capture you alive," Sebastian reminded him, a small smile coming across his face. Even with the danger, the young Master's arrogance always amused Sebastian. "I am afraid I don't see the sense in capturing you simply to poison you, Master."
Ciel turned and glared at the butler, only causing him to smile a little bigger. He was about to say something to him, but Sebastian's smile faded as a cold chill suddenly filled the room, making the Earl shiver and causing the candles to blow out. It was such a chill that it went straight to his bones. The butler's face was unreadable as he stared straight forward.
"Ah, the young Phantomhive," a voice said from across the medium sized dining table. The Earl turned back to face the Count of this castle, but as he squinted to see him the only thing visible was half his midsection lit by the moonlight. Ciel did not hear him come in, or even when he sat down.
"It is dishonoring to your guest to not announce yourself," Ciel said with his elbows on the chair's arms and his hands intertwined in front of him, his one eye fixed on where he thought his face was. The Count was wearing pitch black garments that made him seem like a dark shadow, but the royal purple balanced the black.
A toothy white grin appeared from his concealed face and if Ciel did not know better, he thought he saw fangs. "Indeed it is, my apologies."
"I am Count Varvossa Bodgan," he said with his grin, "born, 1425. Died, 1458."
Ciel's eyes widened as Varvossa's eyes turned demonic, which appeared to float just above his grin. They were turned a darker shade than normal by his glasses, which had royal purple tinted lenses. The shocked Earl looked up at Sebastian, and his eyes had turned demonic as well in the presence of another demon. Varvossa leaned forward into the rays of the moonlight, and Ciel stared at his devilish eyes.
"Why," Varvossa said a little disappointed and frowning, "I am disappointed in you for not telling him sooner, Sebastian. Are you not supposed to protect him? Or has that rule lost its essence in these last few centuries?"
"You would be surprised by how stubborn he can be," Sebastian said with a sly smirk.
Ciel blinked and looked at Sebastian, ignoring the other demon. "Yes, I can see that," Varvossa said as he studied the Earl.
"Sebastian! Explain yourself!" Ciel demanded. He always hated when everyone ignored him.
"It is quite simple, young Phantomhive," Varvossa cut in. "You were set up."