A/N: The final chapter has finally arrived. Tis a sad day, this story has come to an end. But no worries, although this story is over I will continue to write one shots, and maybe I'll get a new chapter story posted! Thank you, to those that stayed and read every chapter, to those who waited for each installment. Thank you for all your support, and I hope you enjoyed this chapter and those before it.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji in any way, shape or form.

WARNING: Graphic descriptions.

"Now Sebastian! Hurry before it notices!" I jumped down from my place in front of a portrait. I was amazed it had worked, the angel was to preoccupied with searching out my bed chambers to notice I was stood upon a mere stool in front of a blank painting, it was a foolish hiding place. Rather disappointing on Sebastian's part, but for all I know it could've been one of his senseless pranks.

I gripped the sword tightly within my hand, the hilt heavy on my palm as I ran towards my room where a struggle could be heard over the click of my fitted boots on the floor beneath me. Trying to divert my gaze from the bed was a hard task, but the situation at hand won my focus.

Sebastian was already caught up in a duel with the angel, who was enraged after having noticed that it was Alois who laid in my bed and not myself as well as having been foolish enough to have not checked who was under the duvet. So far it had not noticed me, it's back was turned to me as it fought against Sebastian in attempt to escape.

I attempted to step back in order to put more distance between me and the angel, but in my haste I never noticed the pools of blood that slowly formed on the floor surrounding the bed and promptly fell after my boot had slid across the now slick floor. The angel whipped around, an insane grin plastered across their face which reminded me of one Trancy, and my curiosity won as I quickly glanced up at the bed as I stood, only catching glimpse of a single bloody hand that hung off the edge. I had to fight back the bile that rose within my throat as I felt the blood drip onto my hand as I began to quickly pick myself up and raise the sword to shield myself from the impending angel attacks. It hissed as its forearm pushed onto the blade, and for the first time I stared it in the eye, cold blue against fierce gold. The angels forearm quickly turned from a pale alabaster to the contrasting black of burnt skin as smoke arose from the cut. I saw the confusion in its eyes and smirked at it.

"Demon blood covered blades work miracles." I heard Sebastian remark, pulling the angel away from me, giving me a few moments to get ready for another attack.

"Sebastian! I order you to protect me, but do not kill it! It is my duty to end the life of this despicable creature!" I shouted, thrusting the sword towards the angel once more, earning another hiss from it as I slashed its shoulder. One of the angel's nails had hooked onto my blazer, ripping my sleeve which I frowned at. This was my favourite suit, first my bedroom and now this. I was really starting to find this whole event to be a nuisance.

Somehow, the events that caused it have evaded my mind, the duel ended up moving from my bed chambers to my library. Now not only were we trying to attack the angel, but we had to dodge as the angel ripped all the books from the shelves towards us, pages flying everywhere blinding us.

"Sebastian, can you see it?" I glanced to him from the corner of my eye, my swords ready to deliver an attack and Sebastian's knives ready to be thrown.

"No my Lord, with all these papers flying through out the air I can't keep my eyes on it long enough to keep track." He responded, turning to look behind himself in case there was a surprise attack. I grit my teeth in frustration, damn this angel knew how to get under our skin.

Before I had anytime to process the presence behind me, I was on the ground and the sword had fallen from my grasp only to be buried underneath the falling remains of my precious collection of novels. I reached a hand up to feel the back of my head, bringing it back to show blood and spotting the culprit only a meter in front me. How childish, throwing books at your enemies. Now it felt more like we were merely in a childish dispute, not an intense battle between the damned and the fallen.

Once more I was staring into the eyes of insanity, only inches away from it's face. Blood splattered and dripped off it's face in small rivers, almost giving off the appearance of a crying cherub. I was still on the ground, Sebastian nowhere in sight, so I began to crawl backwards in attempt to get away from the fallen angel, but every time I moved, it followed.

"You need to pay for your sins child, you could've followed the path of the lord, but you've gone too far and I cannot let you proceed without punishment." It sang, standing above me and drawing a dagger, the look in its eyes anything but holy.

"I'm afraid you're wrong." I smirked, feeling the solid shape of the jeweled hilt beneath a pile of pages from some mystery novel that I shall miss in the morning, unsheathing it from its paper burial and raising the blade just enough to impale the angel in the abdomen, pushing the blade until it began to protrude from the other side and the room started to smell of burnt flesh.

Sebastian stepped up next to me as we watched the body crumble, a neutral expression on my face and a rather sadistic one painted onto Sebastian's. "I am truly sorry for leaving you my lord, but as you had expressed that you wished to be the end of the angel, I took that opportunity to check on how successful your plan had been, and I regret to inform you that this wasn't the only fatality that took place this night."

"Is that so?" I responded solemnly, leaving the corpse to Sebastian, making my way back to the massacre that had happened within my room. Blood was smeared on the floor from where I had slipped, it stained the duvet and sheets, but the drops had stopped falling from the hand that hung over the edge. I almost regretted looking at whom the hand belonged to.

Scratch marks covered his arms, dried trails of blood coating both his forearms, but the main cause of his early demise was the deep gash on his chest. If I looked at it long enough, maybe I'd be able to see his heart. I heard Sebastian tsk as he approached my side. "Well then I suggest you speak with the Undertaker to arrange the casket. Trancy may have been a pest, but he was a valuable asset for this game and all my pawns deserve respect, in both life and death." I sighed, turning away from the sight on my heel and promptly stepping out into the hall, trying my hardest to forget the stench of the blood that flooded my senses.

The sky was gray, the sign of approaching rain, as I stood before the polished black casket. It was surreal almost, the body that laid within it was older than me by only a month, and yet it laid cold and lifeless within the wooden box. That will be me soon… that will be me soon. I had to expel the thought of Elizabeth crying over my grave from my mind, now was not the time. No relatives had shown up for the funeral, they couldn't have for he had no relatives, and his servants didn't show up because they had no reason to stay since their contract was now broken. He's all alone, much like I am.

"It's a real shame, yes it is. He was still only a boy." I heard Mey-rin cry out, looking at the coffin sadly. It was only my servants and myself who had attended the burying of Alois Trancy. We were all gathered near the burnt remains of a village he used to live in when he was younger. He was going to be buried next to where he had place the remains of his brother who had passed when they were little. If you ignored the village then it truly was a beautiful sight, blue bells surrounded the area. A small cross was stuck in the ground next to the hole we had dug to place Alois in. It was simply two sticks tied together that had been jammed into the ground, that was all. That was the only way you'd ever know a body rested there, and that is if you even found this village. It's a sad thought, Alois had loved the child whose grave this cross marked, and yet no one else knew who he was. To the world he was just another body, we all are.

We all stood in silence as the Undertaker spoke the memorial, expressing how maybe his soul would be at rest since he will finally be reunited with his brother in the afterlife, but that was mainly for Bardroy, Finny and Mey-rin. They were the only ones who had no idea about the deals with demons that damned both Alois' and Luka's souls. The brothers would never be reunited.

I wasted no time turning to leave once the casket had been lowered, walking away from the scene with Sebastian hot on my heels. I ignored the comments from Finny, "Poor young master, he must be devastated."

No, I was not devastated. I did not care. He was merely a chess piece.

My queen for this game of chess may be gone, but I can always get a new queen. It's no use mourning over a loss of a pawn, I'm bound to lose them all as the game continues. All that matters is that no matter how many pawns I lose, I stay standing. The only pieces I need are the king and my knight and I'll be able to win. I know that in the end my board will be empty, my rooks, pawns, bishops, and queen long gone and lost to the opponent, but I, the king, stay standing with my final knight by my side. And as I win, the game of chess known as my life concludes, I will be victorious. Now I just have to wait as my opponent plays his moves until the game ends, when the game ends? I don't know, but that's a matter to ponder over for another day.