When a demon dies, one could imagine it in many ways. Perishing with a scream to the depths of hell perhaps, or maybe changing into their true form. Spiraling out of existence, losing the glimmer in their eyes as their own 'soul' escaped them. Something different. Something exciting.

But no, much to Alois' disappointment a demon died the way any human would. There was lots of blood soaking the marble, the paling of the skin, the ever growing coldness in the surroundings.

It was bloody boring.

Alois was panting, still holding up the now bloody dagger, ready to stab the demon once more if need be. Sebastian, on the other hand, had a wide smirk on his face as he escorted Mey-Rin away. A lady as sweet as her didn't need to see the death of something so vulgar.

"What's it feel like," Alois asked, kneeing in front of the dying demon, his eyes glancing into his. "What's it like to be killed by the Master you wanted to devour so desperately?"

The demon managed a smirk, "I haven't an idea what you mean, for it was you that stabbed me, not Phantomhive, correct?"

"He wasn't your bloody Mast-" and then it settled in. Claude had never really wanted his soul once he had seen the Phantomhive boy in front of him. He had known this, and yet, it struck harder now than ever before. The demon chuckled, and upon reflex, Alois stabbed the dagger through his glasses and into his soft, fleshy eye.

"I hate you," he whispered, pushing the dagger deeper as the demon yelped, squirming from the pain. "I hate you," he tugged the dagger out, aiming for the other eye, "I HATE YOU!"

"That's quite enough, Earl Trancy," Sebastian has stopped the boy mid stab, helping him to his feet and feeling his forehead. "You're awfully warm. Let's get you back to bed."

"But he's not dead!" He screamed, reaching for the dagger.

"My Master's orders require me to finish the job." Sebastian stated simply, guiding him into the manor and handing him over to Bardroy. "Do get our guest cleaned up and to bed."

With that he left, heading towards his opponent with a devilish smirk as he tugged his gloves off with his teeth.

Alois simply stood there, tears staining his cheeks as he clutched his blood covered hands into tight fists, pushing the cook away and storming his way upstairs. "I hate him!" He continued to yell, slamming the door to the Phantomhive boy's bedroom. Only then did he break down, sliding his back against the door until he was sitting, knees to his chest as the demon's blood dripped down his hands to the floor.

It was some time before the carriage pulled back at the manor, Ciel racing out and into the manor in search for his guest, as well as the two demons of course.

"You're later than expected," Sebastian stood by the stairs, a tray with tea in his hands as he smiled his fake smile so well.

"Where is Trancy?" Ciel's voice was urgent as he tug off his coat and hat, tossing them at the fairly confused gardener. "And where is his butler?"

"I carried out your orders as you requested," was the demon's only response as he began to carry the tray upstairs.

"And Trancy?"

"He won't leave the bedroom nor speak to anyone."

Ciel squeezed past him, racing up the stairs and attempting to swing open his bedroom door, only to find it locked. "Trancy?" There wasn't a response, just the sound of weak sniffles. The boy sighed, his voice softening as he leaned against the wall, "Alois, please open the door."

It was moments later that the door slowly opened, the blonde sitting right back on the bed and looking out the window. Ciel quietly closed the door behind himself, walking over and awkwardly sitting beside the older boy, not quite sure exactly what to say or do.

"He's dead." Was all the blonde could say. His usual bright blue eyes were clouded and bloodshot, his cheeks stained with the trail of previous tears. "And I didn't even get to kill him."

"He's a demon. It would have been hard for a normal human like you to finish him off."

"I could have if I tried hard enough." Alois whispered, looking down at his still bloody hands, "But Sebastian wouldn't allow it."

"Here," Ciel stood, dampening a cloth from his vanity and cleaning the other's hands gently. "We can't have you walking around like this."

Alois sniffled, watching the other's actions with saddened eyes. "Where will I go? What will I do? I have no one anymore."

"You have me," Ciel whispered, biting his lip at how cheesy it sounded. "Look, why don't we figure that out when this has all settled. You must be exhausted." He laid him back gently, tucking the blankets around him. The boy's skin was burning, and yet he hadn't stopped shivering since Ciel had entered the room. "You should sleep."

"Will...will you stay here until I wake up?" The blonde reached out, grabbing his hand, his blue eyes pleading.

"Of course."

A small, sad smile graced the boy's lips as he closed his eyes, falling asleep, hand in hand with the Earl Phantomhive himself.

And he stayed sleeping that way until the sun rose on a new day.