Alright. Let's finish the fight! And for those who are wondering I'm going to give a theme that fits my Samael…cause a lot of people are like 'Y U NO GIVE SEBASTIAN DEMON THEME?' Well….Prince/Vanity 6 – Nasty Girl. Look it up XD…it's also the theme for one of my favorite kinds of chapters…coming soon.

Ciel smiled since he found what he was meant to do, no matter how much he didn't like it, he could use it. The dead bodies in the water were plentiful and almost half were recent. It seemed wrong and sad to use the bodies of the dead of the murdered to kill his enemies but survival instinct dispelled all moral argument in protest that screamed 'USE THEM AND LIVE!' The problem was he had no idea what he was doing, but he figured he might as well go with the flow. So far he had realized hand movements were the key behind this dark, death based sorcery so as he swam deep into the water he pointed at the bodies and they would respond back with a movement or a stir or even scarier…blinking.

After he reached the bottom he could begin fighting. He had tested what worked and what didn't swiftly on his way down. It seemed that simple palm movements had more of an effect on the dead bodies and their bones then finger points and movements or anything intricate. He turned to face Claude, he was ready.

He raised his hands to the angered being approaching him at a fast pace, a slow and gentle movement of his palm was all it required to bring about two thin but long solid bone swords that pierced William's chest and sent him flying out the water. And just in time since Ciel was running out of breath. He raised his hands toward the surface, this time with his fingers pulled back into his palm, his hands now fists. He silently prayed he didn't butcher himself.

And his prayer was sent through, much to his relief. A bone tower rose beneath and quickly sent him to the surface, across from William but this time it didn't launch him through the air. He smiled as he saw William try to pull the bones out of his chest to get away.

"Now, Let's end this."

At that moment Undertaker flew by his side, standing next to him on the bone tower and turned into a human form. He was thankful that the tower had enough structure and width to support to two of them but to think Ciel was a necromancer….

"Like it?" Ciel said without turning around and immediately raised his hands to the sky. Multiple skulls, at least nine, came flying up out of the water. Same were small and some were little but they all had the same midnight blue glow in their eyes.

"Before you get all conceited Necromancy can't be considered a class of sorcery….it can barely be considered a hobby and how'd you get so well controlled so fast?" Undertaker questioned. Ciel shrugged and pointed at William, the skulls one by one approached him and began to glow an eerie dark blue and then hiss and spout out blue smoke from their wide open jaws and eyes.

"Goodbye William." Ciel said, waving to the shinigami even though he had no idea what he was doing. The gas leaking stopped and the skulls then approached the enraged heavenly being's chest and were absorbed into his skin, their blue eyes glowing through it and stretching it inhumanly thin. The shinigami screamed as he skin was stretched to the breaking point until the skulls exploded inside his chest, blood splattering all across the pavement and river, the bone knives that had extended from the bottom of the river were also destroyed and scattered about. Angela, who tried to approach William and help him as soon as she heard him scream was blown up as well, but instead was flung into and through a nearby building, landing next to Sebastian with her chest blown wide and her eyes wide open.

Sebastian sighed and got ready to kill her again until he realized…

"She's not regenerating…." Sebastian said, shocked. "Way to go Bocchan!" he whispered with a smile. But he never got an answer, just a gasp and a cough. He looked up to find Ciel on his knees, clutching his heart.

"Can't….breathe…" Ciel was on his knees and his body was covered with sweat, Undertaker was kneeling down next to him with his hand on the young boy's back.

"Ciel you overdid it…." Undertaker sighed and picked the coughing and wheezing boy, holding him bridal style in his arms and jumping back to slid ground just before the bone tower they previously stood upon collapsed in on itself. The second the Undertaker's foot touched the cobble stone ground Sebastian snatched the coughing and barely breathing bundle out of his arms.

"Thank you for watching my Bocchan." He said, making it clear that Ciel was hid and no one else's. He held the child close and could feel his body moving, his chest no longer making exaggerated movements and his coughs slowly stopping. Angela's near lifeless eyes stared at them with a hint of happiness.

"At least…he doesn't have a soul." She said as she breathed her last and faded into ash.

Sebastian smirked at the woman's foolishness and cuddled his tired Bocchan closer in happiness. "She's wrong…Bocchan owes every aspect, part and detail of my life…and I have his soul. He has a soul through me and I intend to keep it that way."

Undertaker hid his smile and jumped away, his work here was done. Now all he had to do was reset the ravens….

One week later (muhhahahahahahaha this is where the fun begins again)

Ciel was feeling much better, but still not in total physical condition as he swallowed down another slice of Red Velvet cake and was somehow able to taste it. He guessed it was because his soul was still in Sebastian, who was currently in the basement doing what he told his Bocchan was 'required repairs'. After the second day of advanced healing, thanks to his new demonized body, he felt so much better….then he started to feel incredibly worse day by day. He couldn't describe the feeling but something in the pit of his stomach screamed that he was hungry.

He would've run to Sebastian to ask what exactly was wrong with his body but he didn't think Sebastian knew anything about what he was going through. But this feeling was slowly breaking him down, he didn't even want to get out of bed. He dragged himself around the mansion and to his appointments. Little to his knowledge Sebastian knew exactly why and how Ciel was suffering. He smirked at his arrangements.

'Candles…check. Rope...check…whip…check.' An evil smile come over Sebastian's face as he thought of all the things he would do to his little Bocchan and fill his small body right up. But he had to make sure, absolutely sure, that Ciel was what he thought he was.

The rest of the day seemed boring to Sebastian, and more boring than usual. He couldn't wait til tonight when he could run his little test on his Bocchan and find it all out. Finally the hour came and Sebastian began dressing his young master for bed, he couldn't think of anything but right now, sitting here with his little adorable master and dressing his delicate body for bed.

"My Bocchan is perfect…." The raven whispered, sliding Ciel's shirt off of him and 'accidently' running his fingers over his nipples. The boy moaned and immediately pulled at Sebastian's clothing, moaning and hissing from the pleasure. Sebastian smiled and gently pushed the boy away, much to his sadness.

"Sebastian…don't…my body feels….really hot right now!" Ciel moaned and blushed as Sebastian's fingers again 'accidently' brushed over the boy's nipples as he put on a replacement shirt.

"I'm sorry young Bocchan but you aren't in any condition to do so, further more there is a bit of cleaning that must be done. Now, rest up and I promise, I will make crazy insane love to you when you wake up."

"If I wake up in fifteen minutes will that count?" Ciel said with a sigh of want and desire.

"Yes." Sebastian smirked. 'Yes that will be absolutely PERFECT.'

And Ciel immediately tried his best to sleep, but he couldn't. His body was too hot. Sebastian stayed there for a moment, watching the boy whose eyes were focused blankly on one spot on the wall. He wasn't going to go to sleep that easily….

"Bocchan, you must get some sleep…" Sebastian sat down by him and Ciel turned to him with desperate eyes. Sebastian wanted so bad to give in, his own body felt hot and needy at the thought of touching Ciel's hot spots and making him moan…making him his. But he resisted and decided he'd do something more fun instead, for research. (1)

He touched the bridge of Ciel's nose with a sly smile, casting a small spell on him that would ensure a moment's sleep. He hoped Ciel would enjoy a hot wet dream, because he knew he would enjoy watching it.

1: *Sebastian looks both ways with a smile* yeeeeeeah let's call it that…..research :3 *raep face*

For those of you that couldn't figure the last paragraph out, the spell is going to give Ciel a…suggestive dream. Spoiler spoiler.