This is a flash back scene from when Ronald reaped Ciel's soul and Sebastian had jumped down to his master's body. This is one day before the present-

"No!" Sebastian screamed as the reaper lodge his scythe into Ciel's body. Sebastian foot left the cliff as the butler plummet towards the rock pinnacles. Ronald looked up at Sebastian, smirked and portal away with Ciel's soul. A soul that could have been Sebastian's best dinner…

His Young Lord… no, that conniving brathad just gotten out of the contract with his soul. There was no other way to put it. Ciel had managed to get past the most ancient and binding rule of the convanent by conflicting the laws. Sebastian was acting under the order of the contract when Ciel had decided that he no longer wished to live, and as his opponent was that damn angel, Sebastian had been unable to look away for even a moment. However, now… All that work and effort and learning just to cultivate what was sure to be the most delicious of souls, he crème-de-la-crème, and now the soul was gone.

Sebastian landed on one of the rock ledge near Ciel's limp corpse; his eyes seething with anger and demonic miasma were flinging off his body. The butler took hold his master's body and pulled him from the jagged rocks. Blood squelching in the drawn out moments….

There would be no more set tea times or elaborate pastries to be baked in three minutes, nor would there be the raucous atmosphere of the manor. There'd be no more bold, dramatic statements and smug lips pulling themselves up into vicious smiles in the face of victory or petulant frowns and a glaring brilliant blue eye. He'd have to go back to the Underworld now that the contract was expired and be summoned for the most inane and boring of tasks by the most uninteresting of humans with the blandest flavoured souls of them all.

A small smile curled at the demon's lips as he jumped down to the mess that was his master's remains, eyes glowing a dastardly red with resigned amusement and lit with bitter loss. The master really had done a number on himself, he had cracked his skull clean open spilling blood and mushy grey matter everywhere. His left hand was twisted unnaturally and his right leg was folded at the shin, snapped in two like wet potato strips.

He cradled his master's body in his arms, his gloved hands brushing Ciel's face gently, his face growing softer as he realize his love for the young boy who killed himself. Feelings that were bottled up inside his hearts spilled out. "Young master…I-I love you…but why would you leave me…why…?" A teardrop fell from the raven's eye. Sebastian stood up quietly, he would have to bring Ciel's body back and how was he supposed to explain this to the servants, Prince Soma or lady Elizabeth?

-That bastard! if only I was there before the reaper came. This is why I loathe reaper kind….But… the young master…Why did he do that to me? We had a contract, I kept my side of the bargain- ,"Argh!" A sharp pain in Sebastian's arm made him look down at his left hand, the contract mark was burning fiercely, enough to make the demon bleed and powerful enough make his knees buckle.

-What is this?…the contract mark!- The pentagram, which was a symbol of the deal, flickered twice before disappearing completely. He had hoped that even as a reaper, Ciel and Sebastian's contract would still hold and that Sebastian would still be able to serve his reaper master, complete his revenge plan and eventually devouring the reaper's soul. It was not meant to be…

Sebastian climbed to his knees as a mocking voice said softly, "Aww, Sebastian Michaelis' dinner was stolen by a reaper, how sad…"

The voice belongs to the angel that he had not been able to kill as he rushed out after hearing his master's goodbye.

"Shut up you leech",

"Excuse Michaelis, but hearing that from a soul sucking vermin like you is almost offensive…almost…", Angela laughed at the pathetic demon.

Sebastian couldn't take it anymore, a tentacle of miasma stabbed Angela right through her chest, blood rushed out if the wound, "And there was war on Earth: Michaelis and his demons fought against the dragons from heaven; and the dragons fought him and his demons", Sebastian quoted from the bible, changing the words to their appropriate forms.

Angela gasped as blood burst from her mouth, spraying onto her white dress. Two more tentacles pierced her wings pinning her onto the rock surface, "M-Michael?" She had of course recognised the verse from the bible, though the original was;

And there was war in heaven: Michael and his angels fought against the dragon; and the dragon fought him and his angels.

"No not Michael…I'm simple one hell of a …demon", Sebastian's eyes glowed their demonic pink but this time there was a crazed look in it.

"No, Michael please…spare me sir, I didn't mean it-", Angela plead to the former Archangel.

-Too late-Sebastian ignored to angel's plea, more tentacles of darkness stabbing at the angel. He was too angry to stop and think about the consequence to killing an angel.

The demon smiled his pink eye glowing dangerously, knowing it would be only a moment before a tentacle would strike her skull, tear through her flesh, and stab one of the most vital organs in the body. The act would leave her no time to scream. His lips curled into a sneer again, though this time at the thought of soaking her pretty little dress in a pool of dark red blood, the soft white silk being smeared with the thick liquid. Sadly the angel did scream.

"Michael please stop remember who you were. No! Save me Father! Why have you abandoned me?! Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani!" Angela screamed unto the heaven far above.

Sebastian laughed hoarsely, the sound was terrible to the dying angel.

"No God will help you now Angela, not after what you've done!"

The demon's body shook with excitement as a he transformed, and flew toward the angel, he raised his clawed hands, his expression that similar of a madman's. Black tongue licked Angela as she whimpered. Her intestines were hanging forward where the tentacles pulled it out, her pure white skin shredded with a thousand wounds.

Taking a long, deep breath, the demon's eyes narrowed in on Angela from behind his glowing eyes, his muscles tensing, his heart racing. He swung his arm down, black claws in hand, and watched as it sliced into her skull, the blood pouring almost instantly from her gash. She struggled violently in his grip.

"Michael pleas- have mercy on me! Arghhhhh! Si deus me relinquit!"

Immediately, the angel stopped talking as more blood spurted from her mouth, but the demon continued thrusting his pointed nails into her head and chest. A faraway look showed on Angela's face.

Sebastian continued violently and angrily stabbing at the dead body, clawed hands ripping away the angel's wing and throwing them onto the rocks. Watching as the blood flowed heavily from her many wounds he smiled hungrily. His insanity was evident, and he knew it, but that simple fact was nothing to his lust for killing, he needed to satisfy his anger and hunger for a soul.

Finally Sebastian stopped and looked at his work of art. He dropped the lifeless body of Angela before slumping to his knees to suck out the soul of the angel.

"Delicious, I never knew angel soul could taste so goooodd…." , He dragged his last words out savouring the sweet taste of an angel's soul, the purest out of all.

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Sebastian lay in Angela's blood that afternoon back in his butler form, unwilling to move until a sharp object poked into his side. Luckily for the offender, the fulfilling feast he had did well to dampened Sebastian's anger.

"Grell Sutcliffe…what is it?"

"Oh Sebastian darling, you look so beautiful lying in the gorgeous blood, may I take a picture of you?" The red head asked hopefully holding up a camera.

"No"

"Aww…hey where's the Phantomhive brat?"

Sebastian pointed to Ciel's body, lying on a rock surface where Sebastian left it. The gaping wound still dripping blood.

"So…the brat died eh? Gruesome. Did you kill him?"

"No Angela Blanc did…" An outright lie, nobody can successfully kill Ciel without getting killed first…except for the young earl himself.

"Sebastian one photo plea-…"

"Go away Grell, before I decide to eat you as well…."

Sebastian wouldn't really do that, Grell may have been annoying yes but he hadn't done anything wrong…

The reaper could see that the demon still had that crazy look in his eyes so Grell knowing when to stop, backed off silently, teleporting back to the reaper's world.

Sebastian sighed before sitting up, Angela's blood soaked in his butler attire.

"Good game, my lord."

He stood up, tattered tailcoat swishing pitiably behind him, and looked to the sky, catching the sight of the waning moon.

"It would seem that you've won, this time as well."

Using his power of manifestation he changed into new clothes before picking up the young earl's corpse. He made his way back to the Phantomhive and knocked on the door.

"Mr. Sebastian welcome ba-" Finny stopped as he saw Ciel's body in the butler's arm.

"What…Mr. Sebastian you failure. What have you done?" The gardener eyes glazed as he dropped to the floor sobbing uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry Finny…"

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Author's note: Hello everyone how did you like this chapter. I agree Angela had a gruesome death and Sebastian did eat her soul. The bible quote is real (Revelation 12:7-9) I hope the characters weren't too out of character. Please review. Thank you, definitely writing Ciel's funeral next. Si deus me relinquitmeansGod has forsaken mein Latin. For those who have never read the bible before-Eli, Eli, lama sabachthanimeansMy God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?In Hebrew, some things a dying angel would say I guess. ~ This is also a collaboration of AKASHI NANO WHOSE WRITING IS TEN TIMES BETTER THAN MINE

Cheers everyone!