Greetings.
My name is Sebastian Michaelis, often referred to as "that demon", or "my demon". For the most part, I am addressed with masculine pronouns. In this diary, Ciel Phantomhive related his "life story", as one might call it. Throughout it, he had described his deepest emotions, beginning from when he first summoned me and ending today as I write this, on November 28, 2016. The events that led to his ultimate demise were tragic.
Ciel was a demon who suffered from many crippling mental disabilities, which massacred his ability to function properly as one. This was because he was a human that was transformed into a demon (rather than a demon born from sin), and was therefore made unwelcome in Hell. Having to attend the Demon Academy for training, the other rookie demons enjoyed roughing him up and took it rather far because of Ciel's status. In Hell, Ciel was situated at the bottom of the social class. He often addressed his attackers the same way he referred to the members of the cult-as tall shadows that put their hands on him. He was extremely mentally unstable, falling in love with whoever was capable of outputting any sort of emotion.
… This doesn't quite explain why he fell in love with me. I didn't hate him, as he's written a multitude of times in this diary. He must have jumped to this conclusion because of his severe case of psychosis. I was simply indifferent.
He was compulsive and outwardly abusive and destructive to others, including myself. This is seen in the entries, "Blood", and "Fallen Angel", where he found Elizabeth Midford on her search for him. Influenced by his psychosis, he blindly attacked her and attempted to show her how "good" pain felt. She, of course, returned it tenfold and returned the engagement ring that bound her to him.
In the entry "Hands", he describes in intense detail a scene that took place after school, where he had been raped by his peers.
He eventually lashed out. He killed the one cat I had in Hell, when all she did was give him a little scratch. He threw her against a wall and broke her fragile neck, and she never revived.
In "Horror", Ciel describes his self-inflicted bite marks. He had been using a blade to slice his wrists when he tasted his blood, and went on to cover his arms in the wounds in order to taste more of his soul. I lied. His previously delectable soul had turned into a rotten disarray because of his transformation.
The next day he offered me the head of a cat, and I reacted as any normal demon would. I stopped when I learned that he had been enjoying it.
The next four entries describe his abusive relationship with Alois Trancy. As I said, he'd fall in love for anyone who'd show him the slightest amount of emotion. Alois eventually left him for Esperanza. And so he ordered me to kill Alois.
I don't quite remember what triggered the poem in Mirror, but I do remember that during that day he had been staring at his reflection for hours. After several attempts to try and get him to move or to get him mentally present, I disclosed that he was just catatonic and went on with my day. Hours later, he had smashed the mirror with his hands.
He was distraught to find that Elizabeth Midford had gotten with Sieglinde Sullivan. He was depressed for months.
Until finally, Ash Landers and his mistress, Queen Victoria, decided to put him out of his misery. Victoria had become the angelic sheath of Excalibur, much like Hannah Annafellows was the sheath of Leviathan. Ash desired to kill Ciel. So he did, and now the boy is dead, forever.
I publish this diary in memory of the once great Ciel Phantomhive.
Freedom is abnormally bittersweet.