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Nowadays, it was a rare moment Sebastian found himself at complete ease. With his master constantly adjusting the leash around his neck he was quite tense and had somewhat of a headache. As a demon, such disorders and ailments did little to affect him when he himself was healthy. However, for the past forty years he had received the approximation of a human headache. Often times he found himself, in his monotonous routine, growing dizzy momentarily from both aggravation and hunger. He would not need to hold onto anything to retain his poise and balance, but he had often closed his eyes to let the moment pass. At this precise moment though, that was not the case, as the Manor grounds seemed abnormally quiet except for the Diva's rehearsal with herself some hundred feet away inside the mansion. The backdrop of the soft, solemn aria aided in the moment as he petted the kitten's ears.

It had been quite a while since he had seen a kitten and was thus very happy to see one. This particular feline had big blue eyes and a pleasant soft, gray fur. He petted the kitten's back gently, scratching in the middle of its spine as to make it purr happily. He sighed in eerie content, it was a most appealing noise.

"Sebastian!" Ciel called from only a few feet away. Sighing, Sebastian set the kitten down and stood to face his master after softly batting the fur off of his clothes.

"Yes, my lord?" Sebastian asked. The phrase used to reek of undying devotion to the most depraved demands that had once been so holy. This had been his mantra, his 'amen.' The very words "yes, my lord" were full of exuberance and silhouettes of Ciel's shallow coldness, and Sebastian's readiness to complete it with pins and needles. The meaning had changed despite the way he spoke it remained the same, the phrase was an obligation, a signature of his servility, and the very phrase that had his own needs barred from speech and mind.

"This," Ciel roughly placed a letter in his hand, "Was at the door. A messenger boy was there and why didn't you answer, Sebastian?"

He gave him a cold glare.

"I was preoccupied, my lord," Sebastian told him plain and clear.

"With what?" Ciel rolled his eyes, "The garden? It's done already. Stop playing with that kitten and get back to work,"

"Yes," Sebastian nodded, "My lord, just let me see what significance this letter has,"

Once again, the young Earl rolled his eyes and walked away to tend to whatever he wished to in his study. Sebastian remained where he stood, opening the envelop and gently sliding out the delicate piece of parchment within.

Greetings, brother,

Together we were wrought by the ashes of the damned and took form by the sway of the flames. Brothers of fire and vengeance we are, to offend and debauch the mortals by the name of Lilitu, our mother, with a passion.

Sebastian sighed somewhat, unsure of why exactly Jakob had to sound so formal when he wrote to a fellow demon. Sighing, he inferred that was speaking in a sort of 'tongues' as to confuse Ciel if he ever got a hold of this letter.

Now our loyalty is tested by the very same flame that drives our own needs. It seems recovering what I need shall be harder than I had recently anticipated, thus, with an agitated heart on my own behalf and an imploring one I yours, I bid you take good care of my mistress. She is quite ill...After all, this shall be a perfect time for you to complete your side of the bargain. Do not think I am trying to leave my beloved Deva with you and cease to be with her, I know very well if I did or if you were under the suspicion that I was harboring such treachery, you would surely sentence her lovely face to beckon death's masque. Thus, I tell you now this covenant we made is true within our boundaries, and you shall receive your reward to its highest peak of divinity.

I shall inform Deva's employers that she will not be traveling for the while I am gone, and that she is ailing, so you shan't worry about her career's schedule.

With love,

Jakob Bathory


After pocketing the letter and completing his afternoon chores, the demon found himself completing another task his master had given him. It seemed they were low on a few groceries and after supplying Sebastian with the necessary amount of money, the demon butler strolled toward town. He could see that these 'automobiles' were much faster than he could go at a human pace, but he was not in the mood to deal with another industrial lecture on how the newest machines ran. He personally found it rather obnoxious how humans thought they could surpass nature and GOD. Though a creature of the darkness he was born and quite fond of human arrogance as it was amusing to tear them down, he found any work of a human's hands to be vulnerable to death and ultimately extinction. It was for that reason he'd chosen Ciel's soul the moment he was summoned, despite his arrogance his master's soul was innately divine and he shed more than enough blood to suck the elixir up. Humans wanted to think they were honest in their new revolutions, and for some it was true, but not always. The industrial domination would push humanity further down the line of arrogance, just as the soul's mechanics had done to his bocchan before and after demonhood.

"Well, hello there, Mr. Butler," an all too strange voiced addressed from behind him. It was the mortician, quite a fond man, with his usual grin on his face. The demon had no coil with him and so decided, since he was free of his master at the moment, to converse with the retired shinigami while he strolled through the market.

"Good day," Sebastian nodded.

"And what would you be doing?" Undertaker chuckled.

"That is quite obvious," Sebastian shrugged.

"I am quite surprised, Mr. Butler," the funeral director sighed, "You're quite melancholy, and I thought such a scent would make you smile,"