The bluenette could no longer stand sitting in an unfamiliar place, with nothing to do other than give people who constantly stared at him the excuse that his attire was for a costume party when they finally decided to ask questions. He left, and walked aimlessly through streets. Maybe he would be able to find a place that wasn't very crowded and begin acclimatising to modernised London all at once.
Easier said than done. He did find himself in a rather secluded spot, though, so there was that. It was relaxing to be away from the annoying scrutiny of people whom he didn't care for.
His head felt like it was buzzing. The bluenette suddenly had a burst of nothing but raw energy and stamina, as he found himself running and hopping from buildings as speeds invisible to the naked human eye. His movements were wild, untamed and anything but graceful, but he knew there was only one place to go. There was a call, and he needed to answer it. He needed to be the one to answer it. It was instinct, determination and resolve. Through the open window on the top floor of a house he jumped, scratching himself and bumping his head, yet paying it no mind. It was as though he couldn't even feel the pain inflicted or the skin regenerating. All he could focus on was a feeling, and he soon found himself before a girl.
The girl had auburn hair that seemed to be cut, and attired herself in a similar fashion to most boys he had passed by. Her left hand had reminiscence of a burn in a very precise pattern, the lines within it showing that there was once a similar wound. From the accurate pentagram on the ground, to the blood that flowed from her right hand, it was obvious that the summon was deliberate. She endured this as though she was used to it, and looking at the demon before her, she felt a twinge of fear and in contrast relief, all mixed in with what she desired.
"I need someone dead." She cut to the chase. No point in prettying it up, was there?
Despite his dishevelled clothing and hair, along with his expressionless face, the bluenette's appearance was almost nothing short of impeccable. Even with luminous crimson irises, slit pupils and sharp teeth, he was undeniably aesthetically pleasing to the eye. That was what the human form of a demon was meant to be like— beauty that would cause one to stop and stare, run away, or be lured in as prey.
"Once sealed, this covenant can never be undone. Paradise, punishment, and all in between will never be within your reach once the promise is made. This is the final, decisive moment; you can turn back now, returning to life. Or, you can make the pact. The choice is yours. Choose."
It was slightly unnerving how demonic instincts worked. The words flowed from Ciel's mouth as though they had been practiced many times before; his tone was smooth, yet soft and even if one had the chance to walk away, just the sound of his voice would urge them not to.
The girl chuckled sardonically. "I'm at the point of no return. Mark my right hand and get on with it."
"So you have wished it, and so it shall be."
Sinking a sharp, black nail into her skin, he used his free arm to cover her mouth and muffle her screams.
A/N: Finally. All of the buildup to this moment, ya know? Ugh. I love how it wasn't till I got home and saw my laptop that I realised it was Friday. Been waiting all week to do this. Also, the reason why Charlotte is constantly referred to as 'the girl' is because the third person point of view is limited to Ciel for the chapter. You probably already knew that, but just in case there was somebody wondering, y'know? Well, I sadly have things to do (it's Friday and I'm tired life. Hello?) so Imma leave it at this and see ya 'round next chapter.
Bye-a!