Ciel's finger dragged down from the list and flopped helplessly at his side. The devil, the lord of darkness, Satan himself, chose him to lead his army of demons, he who had no training, he who had no authority, he who was a novice compared to half the people on the list. Why him? What made him so important? The decision made no sense and made Ciel wonder about his name. It meant leader, had the devil been planning this all along? Was he doing this just to set Ciel up with failure?

"I don't get it….I should feel honored but I'm just mightily confused. This decision must be wrong."

"While I do think you are a great leader I do not think you are quite ready to make an army," Sebastian replied, pinching his chin and looking at the bolded words

"You aren't the only one who thinks so! What has the devil been thinking?!" One demon asked, crossing his arms and nearly spitting venom at Ciel.

"Yeah he must be going crazy. How could he choose such a scrawny little nobody to lead all of us? Like that would ever happen. He couldn't even lift his own arm," another agreed.

"I would never obey his orders, you can skin me instead. I'd rather that than serve him isn't that his servant's job anyways? He's such a child; he can't even put on his own pants."

Both Ciel and Sebastian were getting beyond aggravated with everyone spewing hateful words at Ciel. They were all misjudging him, something he found most people did. Now that he was older and fully demon he thought all this patronizing would end but as soon as he grew up those around him became more childish. A low chuckle uttered from him, growing and growing like a weed that had been watered and soaked up sunshine, soon it became louder, drawing all the attention to the gossiping devils around him.

It was uncontrollable, dark in its tone, and all around menacingly malevolent, going deeper and deeper, hearty and strong. He was shaking with fits of crazed laughter, holding his stomach and nearly coughing. That was enough to make them all go silent and look at him. Sebastian was curious as to what he was doing, his actions seemed strange and unlike him. His laugh became more sarcastic and mocking, forced and rude, as he "HAHA'd" right in their sorry faces, angrily almost, until he was fully satisfied.

"Yes yes very funny, very funny indeed. Foolish, impudent little rats. You can jest, you can gripe, you can act like mere children but just remember that you have no choice in this matter. For whatever reason his honor has entrusted me with the full responsibility of controlling and coordinating his army so that I might lead them victoriously into whatever battle he sends us on. So, laugh all you want, make all the jokes you can, say anything you please but you will be going against your now commanding officer and this title given to me by his almightiness was given because he has faith I can do it justice. He has confidence I can do this and if you respect him than I will demand no less of that respect you have toward me. If you fail to do so, I have full authority to kick your mother fucking asses. So in that end, go ahead, make another rude remark. It will be the last thing you do."

Ciel's voice, demeanor, his accent, his eyes, his posture, all boldly stated one thing and one thing only that he was drop dead serious and nothing more. The tone he used, the way he stood glaring at them, upright and firm, the way he dared to look at each individual in the eye, the way he showed no mercy in his face. He meant business and anyone who saw him would steer clear of him. Yet again Sebastian saw that fire blazing in his eyes, the fire he loved, the fire that made Ciel who he was. He could call attention in any form, human child or demon man. Even if none respected him they would all listen.

He spoke properly, he spoke intelligently, he spoke fluently, and his English accent gave him a since of dignity and refinement. From nature one could learn that size is not what matters, the smallest of snakes have the most venom, and that looks are not everything. While a yellow and black frog may be enticing with its beguiling colors it is actually poisonous and that nature proves, too, that power isn't everything either. You did not have to be mighty to win battles, it was often brain over brawns that won and Ciel was jammed packed full of brains.

Sebastian never felt more proud of the way he commanded people, the way he urgently spoke, the way he grabbed attention, and the intimidating dark vice he had. His eyes were hard and set ablaze, not even blue anymore but instead bright pink with black slits through them and his horns stood presented atop his head. If Sebastian had to guess why in the name of Satan's red hell that the lord of darkness chose Ciel it would be for this reason; that he was not one to be messed with and that he was a strategist, a deep thinker, a logical man, a rational being, a player of chess, and owned every board he played on. That is why he was and always will be the king of everything, every sport, every challenge, every game. Not because he had an advantage with a demon butler but because he had an advantage being himself.

Only someone like him could leash and unleash a demon like Sebastian, only he was suited for such a demon. Sebastian could not think of any master like Ciel or any demon either. He was special, in a class all his own. While he not the most strongest or the quickest he was agile for a reason because he could escape tight areas and problems with ease, able to narrowly miss death's ever waiting scythe. His attitude was worth admiration and this, plus his large, innocent eyes were the reason all were attracted to him, as said before.

He was fierce, competitive, aggressive, and maniacal at times, wrathful, destructive, ferocious, unmerciful, commanding, dominating, and passionate about everything he did. This, combined with his leadership abilities, made him more powerful than anyone that stood in front of him for he was ready and willing to slaughter anyone, even his own friends and family if need be and he could look the devil in his eyes.

"Now that you are all silent for once, perhaps you can all grow a pair and learn to cooperate with me. I won't ask more than I should but I will not, under any circumstances, go easy on you. Do not expect me to do so. I will be as rough and as rigid as the side of a rocky cliff. I will tolerate no back talk, no whining, and definitely no speaking when not told to. If you find now or sometime in the future to want to overthrow me or not enforce my rules then leave. Now. Be my guest. Please. I don't have tolerance or room for pathetic, wasteful, disgusting maggots who can't follow a simple rule. All those opposed can look forward to dying a slow, painful death, being torn limb from limb by myself, my partner, or Satan himself and I will thoroughly enjoy having a nice spot of tea while I watch your sinew and tissue being ripped. If you do not think I am serious and want to dismiss my existence now then you will find yourself eaten alive, literally, and you will know my name then for you will be screaming it and I will slit your eyelids so you don't blink when I kill you. Your body will be plastered onto the walls for everyone to see, as a shining emblem that stands as a symbol. A symbol that says, loud and clear so everyone knows, Ciel Phantomhive is not fucking around."

There was an audible gulp by some of the demons, imagining all the things that he could do to the. While they had doubted him moments ago the fierceness in his eyes was frightening. Even Sebastian got a chill from it. He was foreboding and all those around him felt their insides cold ice cold at his words. His grip on their hearts tightened, controlling them like a demented puppet master. He wasn't sickly grinning; there was no cockiness in his eyes. He was murderously, heart attack serious. They could now see he could and would do all of that to him. Some of the braver demons were too pride-filled to fully give in but would not lie in saying that he was pretty damn scary.

"This is the army, god damnit, Satan's army, he chose me and you will obey. So, who is with me?"

The majority of the crowd all joined in for a united cheer in agreement but there were still doubters who thought that someone lower than them should not be in control, no matter who dictated it. Ciel cracked his knuckles as they dared to walk away from him. He yawned leisurely and stretched a little.

"Yeah keep walking you bunch of pansies. Afraid of a little bloodshed huh? I understand, some people can't handle killing. It isn't for the faint of heart. Why don't you go home and cry to your mothers."

"What did you say punk?" One growled out

"You heard me. Hows about we make a deal; you stick in my army for a month and see what it's like , if I'm as bad as you think then you can take my place but if I turn out to be greater than what you think then you will fall in line quietly and continue to take orders."

"Alright, Primcerius, we have ourselves a deal," That particular demon, deep purple in color with streaks of black agreed shaking his hand.

"Good now, you are all dismissed. We begin training bright and early tomorrow."

"SIR YES SIR!" Those that were with him shouted as they dispersed.

"My, Ciel, you certainly know how to make your presence known," Sebastian complimented, appreciating each subtle movement he made and loving the way he looked at that moment.

"When dealing with cattle you must lure them into false security before slaughtering them," Ciel grimly stated with a smile, "And with flocks of stupid sheep you must herd them."

"I could not agree more."

"You sure showed them!" Li-Jin shouted, patting Ciel on the back rather roughly making Ciel remember that he was there the whole time during his little speech.

"It's in my blood to be bold. I do not pussyfoot around when it comes to tactical stuff such as warfare. Training or no training I can do this for now I am sure of it."

"With the way you speak I don't doubt you. Right Di wu?"

"Ugh, don't even speak about it. It was mediocre at best. My mate can do far better than all that. Just cuz someone has a flashy way of speaking doesn't make them good," The middle daughter scoffed, checking herself out in a mirror.

"You are right Di-wu," Ciel agreed, nodding his head, "It takes courage and strength to run an efficient army. Perhaps your mate can join mine as my major."

"Really? That would be incredible! I mean...yeah whatever…he's better than that though. He should be general, not you."

"I'm certain he is top notch. I have many war books to read tonight and much training to do. Come Sebastian."

"In a moment, please do go on without me, I will be with you shortly."

"Alright, but if I get hungry I will not be held accountable if I go mad and kill people."

"By all means, kill whomever you wish."

"That's one wish I intend to make come true. See you later then, Sebastian."

"Good day, Ciel. Now, Li-Jin, I want to have a word with you."

"Yeah about what?"

"About your daughters?"

"Ho ho! You sly dog! Waiting until the master is away to make a strike at one of my daughters, are you?"

"Not at all, and he is not my master, as you might have noticed, he is my mate."

"Is he now? So you want another?"

"Ciel is the only one for me that is how it will always be. I need and require only him. As for your daughters, when did you attain six? If memory serves me right you had only five."

"Well that took longer than expected. I thought you were smart, Sebastian, really. How long did it take you to notice the change? Furthermore, when did you notice?"

"Most recently, forgive me my mind has been on…other matters."

"This may come as a surprise to you, but one of my daughters is not mine."

"She's adopted, that's how humans say it, right?" Di-Wu interrupted, filing her claws

"Yes I know, Lafayette told me."

"That old harpy? What does she know?"

"That is another story entirely. Might I, perchance know what her name is, the child that is not yours."

"You may know by now that I name my daughters, in Chinese, after their spots in birth, the first child being called first and so on. Since she is, technically the sixth I named her Di liu. She's very different than my others, real bookish and bright, not all boy crazed and she's got a very wise assed attitude, like myself. Actually, she reminds me of you."

"Li-Jin, I have known you for many centuries, we fought war side by side and seems we will be doing so again. So it is in saying this that I must tell you that Lafayette was pregnant with my child once, the child she has is the antichrist."

"Everyone knows that, Sebastian."

"What you might not know is before that she was pregnant as well, like I said, but the child was taken out of her and put under your care. Di-Liu is my birth child, blood and all."

Li-Jin's eyes went wider than they ever had, given their small shape but Di-Wu couldn't be more interested in what shape her nails were going to be. He placed a hand on his chest then on Sebastian, breathing heavily before letting out a large sigh of relief.

"You know for the longest time I wondered….I wanted so much to find her real parents….she has such despair in her eyes…such need to belong…she seems to know I am not her father…as a father I want the best for her. Who would of known that parent was right here all along?"

"What will you do now?"

"What else can I do? I've had such a hard time raising her…she's not like my other spoiled children…no offense sweetie."

"What?" Di-wu asked, barely paying attention to anything besides her physical appearance

"I can only give her so much love but she wants more than that. More than I can give. Something I cannot give her. I want her to be happy, that is all I want for my children. I love her too, but I know she will be in great hands and I will be able to see her daily."

"Are you…Are you giving her to me?"

"Part of me wants to say no…she is still, somewhat my child…but a bigger part of me says yes. This is what I have been living for. I knew I had a purpose and that purpose is to unite you and your child again. Sebastian, would you like to see your daughter?"

Sebastian wasn't sure of the words he just heard, nor was he able to breathe right or at all really. His heart stopped and got caught in his throat. He couldn't cry, not shouldn't but couldn't not because he was manly and couldn't display weakness but because his body and what he was would not let him physically express emotion of that kind. He wished he could and yet he didn't want to all at the same time. One could only imagine his trepidation and excitement. All he could do was nod silently and walk along with Li-Jin toward his office where he said Di-Liu was playing around. Every step of the way Sebastian could not think or feel his head was pounding just like his heart. His nerves were tingling; his brain was all over the place, his blood slowly pumping throughout him.

He wasn't sure he was ready for this, to accept being a father and all with everything he was preparing to do. He was going to go into war soon and would have to leave this child alone again. He could not do that when he finally stepped into her life for the first time. Besides, there was Ciel who didn't know of all this yet. How could he just come home with a child and say to his lover that they must take care of her now? Ciel would be most cross with him. Perhaps, then, she was better with Li-Jin and he just visit her instead of the other way around. The door swung open to reveal a young girl, still clinging to her human form because she was a child, her age was akin to ten to eleven, with long, long bone narrow ethereal blonde hair that had two ringlets in the front and curled bangs in the front, her skin was a peachy color, she had a little star birthmark on her cheek similar to the one that was in the contracts, and her eyes were solid black, like a dolls eyes.

She had a hair band that had a lazily hanging side bow, a very pastel green color and an adorable pastel green dress with pettifor and white stockings though she wore no shoes thus exposing her petite feet. On her right pointer finger was a golden ring, simple and pretty, Sebastian recognized it as the marital ring he gave to Lafayette (the proposal ring was much different and much more flashy). The moment she looked up at him with those very large, expressive black eyes he let go of all his questions, doubts, inhibitions, and reasons. This was his child and nothing else mattered.

He felt his legs dyeing to give in and he was unable to move at all. He could not move, breathe, function, think, or feel anything. Not even his heart was beating and for what felt like years and years was only a second as time paused so that h may look at her though felt unsure of what to do. Li-Jin wasn't sure what to say to him and gave him a reassuring push forward while Di-Wu was braiding a piece of her hair, barely noticing the unusual way Sebastian was acting. The girl wouldn't know if her own head was on fire, well perhaps because she was appearance centered. Di-Liu came close to Sebastian and held his hand, as if he was no stranger to her and then she spoke in a small, beautiful little voice like honey,

"Do you want to play?"

He could have died right there and been absolutely content with everything in his life. His voice nearly broke as he agreed upon playing with her. Without much need for words they played together, father and daughter, without her knowing that's who he was. She was reserved and like Li-Jin has said very smart and she was creative too, as well as curious. She was sitting cutely with her legs splayed out as she played patty cake with him until he grabbed her hands ever gently, wanting to wrap their warmth and her essence and store it for later as he told her what he knew he must tell her, that he was her true father. To his surprise she only reacted with a head tilt and a small smile before crawling into his arms and saying blissful, heartwarming, endearing words that Sebastian had been denied for so long,

"Daddy!"

She accepted him with no questions asked, knowing deep in her little heart that she was never part of Li-jin's family, not because she didn't look like any of his darker haired children but because she didn't feel like them. This, with Sebastian, is where she knew she belonged. With a heavy heart Li-Jin bid farewell to his sweetest yet most fierce daughter go with Sebastian who did not care in the least what Ciel would say to yet another child entering his life. All he cared about were the tiny hands that grasped his, so small yet fit so perfectly, and the sweet little voice that asked him questions and told him stories about her life. He could not tire of her voice, her face, her everything. She was his own creation, his pride, his joy and nothing else could make him happier save for one thing, one thing that sat in a chair reading copious amounts of war tactic books.

"Where have you been for so long I was….Oh….who is this? A friend of Cinis?"

"Ciel…I have some explaining to do."

"This is Ciel?" Di-Liu asked, though on the way to the room she was renamed something else, "He is so pretty."

Ciel lightly blushed, very very lightly and thanked her as Sebastian agreed, Ciel was beautiful and that she was too. She wiggled out of his grasp making his arms feel suddenly lonely and cold to curtsy in front of Ciel like a proper young lady. Sebastian knew then that this was most certainly his child. Even without raising her to be like this she seemed to have it in her DNA to be like nobility.

"Good day, it is a pleasure to meet you."

"What a well behaved young girl."

"Thank you very much. My name is Genevieve Michealis and I am very happy to be here."

"Genevieve….Mich…michael…SEBASTIAN!"

"Now calm down, Ciel…"

"You have a child!?"

"Yes but-"

"Who did you sleep with?!" Ciel shouted, sounding wounded, pain dancing across his face and hurt in his eyes, "Am I not enough for you?" He cried, sounding weak and destroyed.

"My love, don't say such ludicrous things! The very thought of being with anyone else but you sickens me, so refrain from saying such things! You are more than enough!" Sebastian quickly shouted back, cupping Ciel's face and leaning close to him, feeling his own heart be wounded by such preposterous words. He breathed in Ciel's essence, not wanting to lose him. Ever. Then he spoke again, trying to explain his situation, "It is a terribly long story but I shall attempt to recap it all. Lafayette was pregnant before Cinis, the child got taken out, raised by Li-Jin and he gave her back to me. That about covers it, yes? Do you see now? She is my child."

"Sebastian…sorry I got so flustered…so she is yours then? Well, I cannot turn her away, not when she is so well mannered and proper. I do not mind children so much if they behave."

"I will be on my best behavior, Lord Phantomhive."

"My father was Lord Phantomhive, Ciel is enough. From now on Genevieve you will live under our rules."

"Our rules?" Sebastian questioned, tilting his head as Genevieve listened intently to every word he said because she wanted very much to make both Ciel and Sebastian happy.

"But of course, Sebastian, as your mate she is my responsibility too. I suppose since I am the effeminate one, according to you, I will be the mother."

"Very well put, Ciel," Sebastian approved before picking up his beloved child and twirling her around with glee to hear the most wonderful laughter. Seeing her cheerful face and light blonde hair whipping around was enough to make his heart swell with joy.

"I am a lucky girl to have two fathers. Is this my bedroom?"

"It is now," Ciel answered, unable to stop his smile as she crawled into the bed that was much too large for her.

"Can I wear black too?" She asked, looking at their attire with adoration

"For this once you can have whatever you like, my mistress," Sebastian said, bowing to her as he would to anyone he served

With a wave of his hand her clothes turned black and gold making her look like a bumble bee and then she kissed them each goodnight and fell asleep. Ciel watched her sleeping feeling a heavy sense of responsibility crash over him and a need to protect something so small and dear. He stroked her small body and face, loving her from that moment onward as his own. Sebastian and Ciel shared a kiss as they looked at what their life would become from that day forward- two demon parents, living in hell, raising a child, and starting a war.