A/N: You know, fight scenes are terribly difficult to write properly. I'm not so sure I did a very good job with this, but I hope you'll enjoy it just the same. Thank you for the reviews everyone~! There are only a few chapters left in this series (I think). Thanks for reading along so far~

Justitita means Justice in Latin.

Justitia

Elizabeth stirred gently into consciousness. Her body felt exhausted, and her eyes felt swollen from her earlier tears. Keeping her eyes closed, she breathed in deeply. The cool night air was soothing to her lungs and urged her body to become more awake. Slowly she began to realize that she was lying on a very hard, uneven surface. Her hair was no longer in place, and she could hear voices. Focusing on the sound, she heard a male voice speak.

"So what do you say, Sebastian Michaelis?" Her ears perked at the familiar name. Sebastian was here, but who was the man speaking? "How about you just stand there like a good little boy until I have my way with her, and then you can have her back, and everything will be fine and dandy."

Elizabeth's eyes snapped open at that last statement, her eyes quickly adjusting to her surroundings. She saw that she was lying on a rooftop, that Sebastian was a fair distance away on an adjacent rooftop, and that a man was kneeling beside her. She slowly turned her head up to look at him, and in the darkness she saw gleaming red eyes staring intently at Sebastian.

She could not stop the gasp that escaped her, and both of the men turned to face her.

"So you're awake, little one." The man purred at her, leaning closer. Elizabeth tried to crawl away, but he grasped her around her waist and pulled her close, holding her hands together behind her back with one hand and using his free hand to gently caress her cheek. His nails were long, black, and sharp. Elizabeth thought they smelled metallic as they traced along her chin. She dared not scream, she dared not speak. She merely remained frozen, her eyes wide with fear and panic.

"Do we have a deal?" He called out to Sebastian, his playful voice ringing in the night air.

Elizabeth turned her panicked gaze towards Sebastian then, pleading as much as she could with her eyes because she could not plead with her voice. She had no reason to believe that Sebastian would accept whatever horrible deal this strange man offered. Sebastian was a gentleman. Sebastian was not only Ciel's butler, he was Ciel's protector. She knew that he was here to save her. But still she was afraid. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and she took labored, gasping breaths. She couldn't even let out a small whimper against the man that held her tight.

But Sebastian gazed back at her with steady eyes, cold and calculating. They frightened her. They frightened her almost as much as this strange man who held her bound. And all at once Elizabeth remembered the night's events. She recalled Ciel removing his eye patch, Sebastian's gloves, that strange emblem... His eyes gleamed a sinful red in the moonlight. Sebastian lifted a single corner of his mouth into a terrifying grin, and Elizabeth could feel the blood rushing to her ears in her terror. He was a demon. He was a demon contracted to Ciel, and Ciel had discarded her. She shut her eyes tight, fighting back tears. Would she die here? Had he come only to give her a small glimmer of hope only to snatch it away and mock her pitiful state? Had he come only to gloat in his victory of having claimed Ciel for himself?

"Your offer is quite tempting," Sebastian answered, his sultry voice ringing in Elizabeth's ears. "But unfortunately, my lord wants her back unsullied."

Relief flooded Elizabeth's body, and she opened her eyes to give Sebastian a grateful look. He gave her no reassuring smile in return. His eyes were still cold, and he looked at her as if saving her was the last thing he wanted to do. When he didn't need to be the perfect butler, he was a different being entirely. But still this demon was currently her savior.

Unfortunately, Malchior did not have the same grateful reaction as his captive, and he grasped her body tighter, drawing a small moan of discomfort.

"Well then, I suppose negotiations are over."

"Indeed."

Then suddenly, Elizabeth was thrown to the side as Malchior released his grip on her and leaped forward to fling a wide kick at Sebastian. Effortlessly he dodged it, and Malchior's kick landed on the chimney that Sebastian had been standing next to. The force of the attack shattered the chimney into its mere brick components. Both Elizabeth and Sebastian's eyes widened.

Malchior landed a safe distance out of Sebastian's reach and cackled rather maniacally.

"I see you're surprised!" Bouncing playfully from foot to foot, "Getting hit by just one of my kicks would be pretty debilitating." He laughed as Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows. "Let's see how well you can handle it, Sebastian Michaelis!"

He bounded forward again, reaching out with his claws. Sebastian just barely managed to dodge. Malchior's extremely powerful legs not only made his kicks very dangerous, they also made him incredibly fast. One of Malchior's claws just barely managed to graze his jacket, tearing a hole in the fabric across his chest.

Damn. Sebastian jumped backward. Why was it that whenever he got into a fight, his clothes always got ruined? Those tailcoats weren't exactly cheap, and they were treasured gifts from his master.

Well, there was nothing for it, he supposed. Barely giving Sebastian time to recover, Malchior blew out a stream of blue flame. Sebastian could feel its heat, though the flames never reached him. He growled low in his throat. What a pitiful lower-class demon. Half of his fighting depended on theatricality and cheap parlor tricks. His defenses were weak. If Sebastian landed in one solid attack, he was sure Malchior would crumple immediately to his knees.

"Well? Where's your counter attack, Sebastian?" His voice was positively giddy. "This will be over very quickly if you have nothing to counter any of my powerful attacks with!"

Already he was taunting him. The battle had barely started, he hadn't yet secured a firm upper hand, and he felt that it was the right time to gloat? Pitiful fool. Malchior mistakenly read Sebastian's disgust as fear and threw his head back to cackle into the night, spitting out intermittent flames.

But his laughter was cut short when he felt something sharp and silver pierce him in his gut. Doubling forward, he grasped at his abdomen and pulled out the cursed weapon, his eyes widening when he saw just what it was. His blood gushed out from the wound, and he could feel a bit of it trickling into the back of his throat. Swallowing it back down, he chuckled lightly.

"A table knife? As expected of a butler, I suppose." Groaning as he regained his footing, Sebastian was beside him in an instant, delivering a swift kick straight to his injury.

The blood that Malchior had swallowed down found its way back up with the impact, and he coughed blood onto the roof shingles. His body was racked with pain. He hadn't anticipated either of those attacks so they had hurt more than they should have. His eyes flashed red, and he snarled.

"You bast-" His curse was swiftly interrupted when Sebastian landed a solid right punch to his jaw. Before he could go flying towards the ground again, Sebastian delivered a quick follow-up punch to his abdomen, then swung his body around for a solid round-house kick to Malchior's neck. He was flung to the adjacent rooftop, landing painfully and tearing up some of the roof shingles.

"A mongrel dog, who only knows how to bear his fangs but not how to bite, should not bark." Sebastian's tone was unforgiving. It was condescending. Malchior's expression shot daggers at him. He was humiliated, he was being looked down upon, and he would not stand for it! He was just another demon. More than that, he was bound by a bothersome leash to a human contractor!

"You are... not... better than me!" Malchior howled. "You..." it pained him terribly to speak. The kick Sebastian had delivered to his neck had nearly crushed his windpipe. "You... serve a filthy human! You bow your head to a lesser being!"

Sebastian took slow steps forward, eyeing Malchior carefully. He was truly despicable. He had thought that he had disabled his ability to speak with that last attack, but apparently this demon was difficult to silence. Malchior stumbled on the ground, struggling to lift his body. He managed to get one knee under him, but he wasn't sure how much more he could manage. Sebastian smiled into the night, his lips mirroring the crescent moon hanging low in the sky.

"And here, you bow your head to me. So where exactly does that put you?" Sebastian had fought countless demons in his day. Few of them ever presented any real challenge. And every lesser demon he had ever encountered all had the same self-esteem issues. They lacked power, they lacked control, and so they lashed out at everything and everyone. They were slaves to their hunger, their desires, they didn't know how to rise above their most carnal ambitions. They hated the hierarchy. They held no respect for even their own arts. They were mindless rabble.

Sebastian's arm darted forward, and his powerful hand enclosed itself around Malchior's neck. Gripping tightly, he slowly brought Malchior up from the ground, then held him over the edge of the rooftop, preparing to drop him.

Malchior's legs flailed and dangled uselessly in the air as he gasped and struggled to breathe. He clawed at the arm that held him up, tearing into the flesh and drawing significant amounts of blood. Sebastian seemed not to notice the pain of having his arm ripped to shreds and merely grinned at Malchior's despairing position. His grip only tightened, and Malchior felt his vision blur. The sounds of his gasping and choking rang out into the night. They were small, disgusting sounds, but they brought joy to Sebastian's ears. He gave a delighted smile into the moonlight.

Elizabeth could only watch in horror from where she sat. She had never seen this side of Sebastian before. But the Sebastian that stood before her now was his true form. The form of the obedient, kind, gentle butler was only a farce. His true nature was one that delighted in pain and agony. Had Ciel ever seen this side of his flawless butler?

Yet even though the demon Sebastian held had kidnapped her and threatened to rape her, she felt herself cringing in sympathy at his wordless cries for mercy. Each sputter of pain made her wince. She was human. Her instinct was to sympathize with the poor creature. She wanted Sebastian to put him down, to stop hurting him.

"Sebastian, stop!" She cried out before she could stop herself.

Sebastian turned his head slowly to stare at her in disbelief. His grip relaxed ever so slightly, and Malchior took in huge gulps of air, glad to have the oxygen flowing into his lungs again. He still held onto Sebastian's bleeding arm to help hold himself up, but he let the rest of his body go limp. He no longer had the strength to fight back. He had heard the little one cry out on his behalf. And though he didn't want her help, he was grateful.

Sebastian stared Elizabeth down, and she felt herself cowering under his piercing gaze.

This foolish girl...

Sebastian hissed in anger. He should've taken Malchior's offer. He should've let him rape her to his satisfaction until she was broken and sobbing at his feet. He should've brought her back to Ciel as a broken doll, void of joy. Who did this selfish brat think she was? She had been nothing but a persistent pest. Oh sure, she had matured slightly, but she still served as a hindrance to his lord. She had known nothing before today. Before today she had believed herself to be the most important person in Ciel's life. Before this day she had thought she had his love, that she meant something to him as his future bride. But his eyes had always looked past her. Ciel's gaze had always gone straight through her, to him. Did she think her meaningless existence held any value to him? That he was doing any of this on her behalf?

And now, even after knowing the truth, after seeing darkness for the first time in her sickeningly light-infested life of purity and goodness, she called out to him now to stay his hand. Did she realize the trouble Sebastian had put in for her this night? The trouble he had put in just to tolerate her very existence in the past years?

She pitied this lowly creature dangling in Sebastian's hands? What nonsense. Sebastian began to tighten his grip on Malchior's throat slowly. When he began to struggle again, Elizabeth called out again.

"Sebastian, don't! Please!"

Sebastian turned on her with malice in his eyes.

"Silence, girl!" Elizabeth jumped. She had never heard Sebastian raise his voice. It shook her to her core to hear him shout like that. It was so full of hate and darkness.

Sebastian released his grip on Malchior, dropping him several stories, where he landed on the ground with a sickening crunch. Elizabeth gasped when she heard the sound, but silenced herself quickly when Sebastian wheeled on her next.

"Oh, he won't die from that, don't you worry." Sebastian growled menacingly. Elizabeth felt her heart threatening to burst out of her chest, it was beating so fast. Panic settled low in her stomach as Sebastian's dark aura spread dangerously close to her. She didn't know what had upset him so much, all she knew was that she should be afraid, and she was.

When Sebastian was standing over her, his ruby eyes looking down on her with utter contempt, Elizabeth felt her entire body shivering with fear. She wasn't entirely sure why he was so upset with her, but she knew better than to say anything more.

Sebastian looked down at Elizabeth, and he saw her fear. He had always wanted to put her in her place. For years he had wanted to stand above her and have her understand completely just how beneath him he considered her to be. But he could not enjoy this moment. His anger far exceeded any pleasure he could have derived from feeling her palpable terror. He knelt so that he was eye level to her, but she averted her gaze. She felt she would fall into an abyss if she looked into his eyes at that moment.

"You are no lady, you are an ungrateful child." Sebastian spat at her, his voice dripping with disdain. Elizabeth felt tears forming in her eyes at Sebastian's hateful words. She wasn't ungrateful, by any means. Maybe she wasn't quite the lady she needed to be, maybe she wasn't the lady Ciel needed her to be, but she was certainly grateful to Sebastian. She knew he had saved her life and more this night. Demon or not, she felt thanks.

"I am grateful to you," she whispered softly. "I just... I don't enjoy seeing people in pain."

"He was going to rape you, and force you to bear his child."

"Even then, there's no need to..."

Sebastian slapped her hard, knocking her unconscious. He couldn't stand to hear her annoying voice anymore. Blood trickled from her lip from the force of his blow, coloring her pale features.

Sebastian hauled her up onto his shoulder, holding her rather disgracefully, instead of carrying her like a lady. Glancing down onto the alleyway where he had dropped the infamous Spring-Heeled Jack, he jumped down to stand beside him. Malchior was squirming in pain, a pitiful wreck on the streets of London. Malchior lifted himself onto his elbows with difficulty, glaring at Sebastian. He spit out some of the blood that had pooled in his mouth onto Sebastian's perfectly polished shoes.

"I suppose..." he coughed out, "you think... you've brought me to justice."

"Justice holds no meaning to creatures like you and I." Sebastian delivered a swift kick underneath Malchior, which rolled him over onto his back. "I was merely following my master's orders. Whether or not he had justice as his motivation for giving the order is of no concern to me. In another circumstance..." Sebastian kneeled beside Malchior. "I would have gladly let you have this foolish woman..." He thrust his hand into Malchior's chest, causing him to cough and sputter blood. "I would have had no concern for your rape of any of those other women..." His hand reached slowly deeper, through the ribcage, blood spattering out from every small crevice it could. Some blood splashed onto Sebastian, some onto Elizabeth. Malchior could do nothing but gasp and writhe in pain, his eyes wide and fearful of the coming death. "It was just the wrong place and the wrong time for us to meet." Grasping tightly onto Malchior's heart, Sebastian ripped it out in one quick motion, as Malchior's body gave a final thrash then lay still. His eyes grew dark, and blood gushed out as freely as a fountain from the wound. "That's all it was."

Sebastian held the quivering heart of the demon in his hand. It continued to pulse with an ominous aura though its host was dead. Sebastian could feel the parasitic lust that emanated from the organ in his hand. Cradling it carefully in his hand, he began his journey back home, back to the call of his one and only master.