A shadow streaks across the midnight sky above Lady Elizabeth's estate. Several ravens split from the darkness all headed in a different direction. Each landed in a tree strategically positioned to encompass the estate entirely. Through this trick, Sebastian had a panoramic image of the manor.

I must find the rat and finish this quickly so I may return to my master. He found it had been difficult to leave his young one behind, but had found a way to make it more acceptable. Grinning he sat and waited watching the show before him. Time began to pass and Sebastian yet again found himself left with only his thoughts to entertain him.

He had been with his young master for nearly four years now and yet it felt much less. He could still remember when he first met the boy; he had been shocked when the troubled soul turned out to be a child. His emotions were so pure and focused in their severity; hatred, shame, fear, and an unquenchable thirst for revenge. Out of all the contracts he had ever agreed too, never could one compare Ciel Phantomhive.

With effort he recalled the times before Ciel and found that life had been so dull. The demon had spent years creating mischief and binding contracts when stolen souls began to taste foul. The terms hadn't extended more than a year, and most of them would flee when the contract was close to ending. He didn't mind when they ran however, because their fear when he found them was intoxicating. There were masters that decorated his hall of fame, but they were so few and far between. His young master would make an excellent addition to his hall. No, that doesn't seem right; my young master isn't suited to a still life. When the demon had sculpted his master for the funeral, he had done so with amusement knowing fully well that Ciel would gripe about it. To do so a second time, for no other purpose then tradition, made the demon grimace.

"Master, if you wish me to take you into that room I will. Eventually I will take you down there, but it isn't time yet." His expression grew serious. "That room is checkmate, I'm afraid."

The demon's eyes glow as his smile turns sour. Sebastian had started his own tradition, as a memorial of those he served with a sense of pride. When the time came for him to consume them, he would transfer their souls into an artifact truly unique to his master. Collecting the corpse he would take them back to his manor. Entering that conundrum of a door, he would take his late master downstairs where they would be made into a bust and then consumed. In a way, that hall served as his memories as well. As one would have paintings of loved or deceased ones, this was his equivalent. Normally he looked forward to serving someone so worthy that they obtained a space in his gallery but thinking of bring his young master down there, it was maddening. Then what is it I intend to do with him when the time comes?

Motion brought him back to the present as an area in his radar became alive with action. Shadows began to bleed from the now useless ravens and snaked their way to the one that held the image of the carriage approaching. Sebastian materialized once all the shadows were collected and watched with interest as three men exited the carriage. Oh, they brought a carriage? Whatever would they have planned with that? An evil grin colors the demon's face.

The men enter the manor and are easily able to time the patrols to be able to slip by unnoticed.

Very impressive, so they actually had a plan, and at this rate… Sure enough, they quietly snuck into the manor. Well, this will be difficult, as my orders are to follow them, not apprehend them. The demon notices one man keeping watch near the window. Ah, you will prove to be most useful.

"Oi! I got her. Les go." A hushed grunt as one man holds Elizabeth draped over his shoulder. She was knocked unconscious by some sort of drug if the cloth dangling from the man's hand was any indication. The other nodded and they quickly made their way out. They saw their scout and the one holding Elizabeth called out in another hushed grunt "Ey, it it clear?"

The man nods, a smile on his face "Indeed it is." The two men climb out of the window and they start running to the carriage.

"Mind if I carry her? She is quiet lovely" asked the third man.

"I s'pose if you want to, you fond of children?" the man carrying Elizabeth smiled lecherously and transferred the girl over to him "now be careful, boss wants her alive."

"Of course" The third simply smiles and they continue their pace back to the carriage. Slipping inside they all cheer a job well done and head back to collect their reward.

Ah, hired men for this job, smart. It makes it harder to track if you're not one of the sheep, unless of course you are a wolf in sheep's wool and alas, it is time for these sheep to return to their master. Excellent.

Ciel groaned in pain when he woke up from his nap. His body ached and his stomach felt as if he hadn't eaten in days…which I suppose he hadn't. He sat up struggling a bit and rubbed at his face. Oversized sleeves fell down his arms when he brought them up, making him realize he was wearing a shirt of Sebastian's. I need to acquire more clothing, as that outfit was a favorite of mine.

"Sebastian…?" After no response, he recalled then that he had sent his demon to work on Elizabeth's matter. He sighed, growing more annoyed by the minute. Now that his eyes weren't so foggy with sleep, he noticed that his bedroom had quite a few additions that he was not familiar with. There was a desk now, where the books from undertaker sat with a couple others and parchment with a quill. Next was a small caddy that had tea cups and an assortment of tea. Lastly there was a loveseat adorned with pillows making it look very inviting. Ciel glared at all of the new items disliking his room due to how cluttered it now was. I suppose I will make tea perhaps that will settle this obnoxious stomach of mine. As he turned to get up, he noticed an envelope on his nightstand. Picking it up, he opens it and begins to read.

Good morning Master,

As you have fallen asleep, I have taken the liberty to bring you all the objects needed to entertain you

for the next couple of hours. Though I wish you would rest and allow your body to heal, I know you will

not.

Ciel brings his feet down to meet the cold surface of the floor and he cringes slightly as he remembers his shattered ankle. Blasted reaper, he searched and successfully found a crunch to help him walk.

I could heal that for you, my host.

Ciel stopped as he was about to stand as he recalls that familiar cold voice. No, I must be imagining it. He continues to stand, assisting himself with the crutches and making his way slowly over to the tea caddy.

So pitiful, limping around like a hurt animal. So simple it would be for me to heal your ailments.

Ciel slams down the cup in his hands and almost shatters it. "Be gone demon! I haven't a need for your services! Your time is wasted as my soul has already been claimed."

That chilling laughter fills his mind as the demon speaks again the only demon to prey upon you now would be I, my host. As we have been merged and spliced into one. I promise once you allow me to consume the remnants of your humanity, life will become much easier. I will mentor you and shape you into a most fitting demon-

Ciel begins to chuckle then and that proceeds into full exuberant laughter. He covers his mouth and wipes the few tears from his eyes "Life will become much easier you say? Is that your attempt at bitter temptation, demon? You are several years too late to be preaching such nonsense to me. I choose the decisions in my life and I certainly did not choose to be your host. Do us both a favor and piss off." Bitterly, Ciel poured his tea and brought the appealing fragrance to his nose to breath in the heavenly scent.

Regardless of what you would like, child. I am here to stay or are you truly that ignorant of your situation to not realize there is no turning back now. All there is left is to succumb to the transformation.

"Heh says the starving demon entrapped by the child." The boy drinks his tea before the caddy, sipping and spitting, for it would prove too difficult to take the cup over to the desk. When he was finished he hobbled over to desk, and gently sat in the chair provided. He took the three books that Undertaker provided him with and splayed them out before him. "If my conversion is all that awaits me, then answer me this demon. Why am I still in partially human?"

Silence.

Ciel chuckles again and focuses back to the books "I figured as much…" As he thought, the books were in Latin, which brought an uncomfortable tension between his eyes. "Such a nuisance" he mutters as he digs through the other pile of books Sebastian had left him. Two of the books were for pleasure, one being a script and the other being a work of Shakespeare. The last book was an aid to help translate the Latin, which was thick and heavy making this task seem overwhelming. However, this particular child was use to mountains of paperwork and documents to be analyzed and signed. With a sigh he began translating the titles. The first title was easy as he had the most experience with the subject; it read something along the line of "Demons and their history". After what felt like an hour of reading the book the boy cries out in frustration "This will take far too long if I am to translate this!" He slams the book shut on his page of notes he had taken, gritting his teeth in rage.

The sound of that laughter resonated back into the young lord's mind. If you wish it my host, I can assist you with the Latin. Perhaps I shall do you the favor and allow this service for free.

"Silence you bastard." Ciel snapped, looking at the other two books. One of the titles seemed a bit more recognizable then the other. He worked on translating that one first. After a few minutes while arguing with the demon inside his head, he comes to a conclusion. He wasn't sure what exactly the title read, but got the general idea that the book was about souls. So, we have a book about demons and a book about souls. Makes sense as that is the very essence of this problem… Now what of the last tome? Reaching, he grabs the last of the three bringing it close to study it.

Heh, what could they do? My host, you waste your time with that book.

The demon's disinterest made Ciel all the more intrigued. Minutes ticked by as the boy sat there, translating the old language and flipping through the endless pages of his supplement. When he thought he found the translation his brow furrowed in confusion and he redid the translation but he came to the same end.

"This book is about angels…" The boy spoke aloud, blinking down at the puzzling book.

Aye, I told you you were wasting your time, my host. The demon laughed again, never ceasing to send shivers down the child's back.

What could they do indeed…Ciel thought as he stared down at the three books in wonderment. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Come in Sebastian." Ciel stated, feeling the demon there.

Sebastian entered the room in his normal attire, however his hands were bloodied. "My lord, I have targeted our rat, however as to not compromise the mission, I escorted Lady Elizabeth with her captures to their nest." Ciel made an exclamation, but the butler continued "after ensuring her Lady's safety by exterminating the rats in charge of holding her prison, I then untied the Lady and explained to her that she will be going home in short time. After that, I came to collect you master. Shall we get you dressed?"

Ciel's eyes portrayed a storm beneath his deep blue irises, and he growled to Sebastian "Make it quick."

"Yes my lord."

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