I am so sorry that this took as long as it did. I have been terrably busy applying to colleges and such that I have had no time for sleep let alone fanfic writign so I apoligize and I promise that you will never have to wait that long for another chapter ever again
Ciel stumbled back,
"What did you just say?"
The undertaker smiled and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I said that Angel blood can bring people back from the dead."
"Then what is the feather for?"
"I can't show all my cards to you."
The king sighed and turned away.
"How can I bring him back?"
A pale hand wavered up to the disk around his neck.
"You can give me the disk for one. "
Ciel turned fire flaring around the young demon, causing the other man to back up suddenly.
"Tell me why, stop fucking with me and tell me."
The man smiled and laced his hands together, white teeth shining in the dark .
"I can bring your lover back, but I can't do that without a piece of him and the blood of an angel. It is just not possible another way."
He sighed and ripped the disk from his neck.
"If you can bring Sebastian back this is a small price to pay for it."
Undertaker rushed up to him and grabbed the disk bringing it in front of his face.
"Perfect."
"Well now that you have the disk….GAURDS"
They rushed out of the nooks and crannies, rushing to the small king.
"Yes your majesty?"
"Throw him in the dungeon."
The grey haired man smirked and bowed to the king
"Your too smart for your own good Phantomhive"
The guards took him away, there was nothing that he wanted more to be nice to the man that had just giving him hope again. But he was taking no chances with anything anymore. Especially having the one man who knew how to bring Sebastian back to run away. He stared around the empty throne room for a moment. Thinking that only two days ago he had come out of there room, yawned and told Sebastian that he had a head ach. Everything seemed simple in the past. Simple or foolish, he asked himself. Red eyes wondered to the throne.
"Foolish."
They should had seen this coming. His hand flew to his forehead. The headache was back again. A deep throbbing pain that radiated through the entirety of his skull, making him feel even sicker than what he already felt .
"Ciel?"
He turned, Ron stood in a black loose robe behind him.
"Yes what is it?"
"There is a problem?"
"Another one?"
"Hell's on fire."
The king laughed.
"My friend Hell is always on fire."
"No… it's… just look outside."
He did, and there were no words for what he saw. White fire spread through the town, The flames licking high above the buildings. There was no sign of what started the fire but is was for sure not demonic in nature. There is no flame in Hell that is white. Such a pure color does not exist in the void. Only when things were imported from the surface was when there was white to be had in hell.
Ciel turned back to Ron his face drawn into a smile.
"The war begins here."
"Your city is burning and you look like you are happy about it."
He laughed and clapped a hand down on Ron's shoulder.
"Damn straight"
The blonde looked frightened for a moment.
"What are you?'
"I'm Ciel Fucking Phantomhive baby. "
The king leaned over, planting a small peck of a kiss on Ron's lips then ran off. Laughing all the way down the hall. The young demon stood there, staring after the king of hell who he could only describe as giddy at that moment.
"What the fuck?"
Claude was having the time of his very long life. There was something about this angel fire that he adored. It probably was the color. The purity of white. It was a present that Ash had giving him when he flew through the portal. A small vial of Angel fire that both of them knew would spread through hell like wild fire, eating the corruption of the land up and purifying it.
At that moment the spider demon was standing on top of a hill far away from the wreckage that was hell at that moment. He thought to himself that he should probably feel some remorse for what he is doing after all this had been his home. But there was not compassion in his soul he couldn't force himself to have any either. He was heartless.
"I figured that I would find you here. Tarterus pulling you back into it's stomach."
He turned. Black robe billowed out behind Ciel, his noble yet small figure cutting a line across the sky. At that moment, Claude was truly afraid.
"I'm not here to kill you, not that I wouldn't want to. Because at this moment there would be no more gratification for me to just rip your still beating heart from your chest. But you are not the one I am after. "
They stared at each other for a moment, each plotting how to advent ally kill the other in the most painful way possible. It was Claude who broke the silence.
"So, Ciel. How are you?"
The only reply to that question was a mere narrowing for the eyes.
"I am not in the mood for your bullshit, I need to know who you are working for?"
The spider demon laughed.
"Are you really that stupid? I mean really. The Angel fire didn't give it away?"
"I get that it is an angel that your contracted to, But what angel is that."
The demon laughed again.
"Oh Ciel. This is why I loved you, that time that seemed so long ago. You are so blissfully innocent. You can't see a thing that is in front of your face. Ciel dear Ciel Phantomhive. The angel that you are going to go up against is your very own brother from your life before this one. You were an angel Ciel, no not just an angel, You were a Seraphim."