A/N: So a lot of you liked Asmodeus when he showed up for the New London stories, and expressed an interest in seeing him again. So, here you are! This comes after "Loved", also, because a lot of you wanted a continuation.
So it's hurricane-ing here. How's everyone else doing? XDDD
Summary: "I assume this is the boy we've heard so much about?" Satan asked lazily, leaning on the arm of the throne. "Quite a small thing."
Pet
The first day was easy enough. After being put through a dream obstacle-course and waking up to find himself in Hell, Ciel was certain that anything good or pleasant was far out of his reach. But Sebastian was kind to him, showing him around the beautiful manor that he lived in and telling him that he could go anywhere he liked within the house or grounds. He was given his own room, where the few things he had cherished from his human life had been assembled, and a wardrobe full of clothes waited.
The next morning found him in the garden, looking around at a fantastic array of roses in every color he could imagine. He was running his fingers lightly over one in a stunning sapphire blue, when he heard Sebastian's footsteps on the walk behind him.
"Good morning, Ciel." the demon greeted. "I'm surprised you were up so early. I went to wake you and you weren't there."
Ciel glanced at him, a bit embarrassed. "I wanted to look at the garden." he admitted. There was no point in pride anymore. He was in Hell, and no one was around to judge him save Sebastian. "How do you get them to be so many colors?"
Sebastian smiled. "I have a friend who specializes in colored roses. It's one of many talents of his." He walked over to stand beside Ciel, setting a hand on his shoulder. "You'll actually get to meet him today. I have to take you to the castle."
The boy had noticed the castle of black stone instantly, the very first time he'd stepped outside, and now he looked up at Sebastian worriedly. "What? But why?"
Ruffling Ciel's hair, Sebastian replied calmly, "You must be presented before the Sins, or I will be breaking the law, and they will be allowed to take you away from me." He noted the apprehensive look on Ciel's face, and continued reassuringly, "Don't fret, Bocchan. It's simply an opportunity for them to meet you."
Ciel nodded nervously. "Do I need to dress up? What should I know about them?"
"What you have on is fine, Ciel." Sebastian said. "I personally don't care what they think of you. You're mine, and you're going to stay with me." He wrapped his arms around Ciel in a hug, smiling when the child reached up to grip him tightly in return. "Everything will be all right."
xXx
The castle was just as imposing up close, and as Sebastian walked him through the gate, Ciel couldn't help but glance nervously at the lesser demons that stared at him. "Why are they looking at me?" he asked, gripping Sebastian's hand tighter.
"Idle curiosity." Sebastian replied. "You are still mostly human, and you are quite interesting to them."
Ciel stayed close to his side as they walked through the hallways, finally stopping in front of an intimidating pair of double doors. Squeezing Ciel's hand, Sebastian knocked twice and then pushed the large doors open and stepped inside.
The seven princes of Hell were sitting around the throne room, looking as if they hadn't a care in the world. A demon with red-tinted skin, dark hair, and pointed horns occupied the throne, and Ciel assumed he was Satan. One with long purple hair spoke to a pink-headed partner, his outfit loose and comfortable. A larger demon with cat ears was asleep slumped against the back wall, a green-skinned demon with bat wings and a moustache frowning at him in disapproval, and a blue snake-like man hovered at Satan's elbow. But most baffling was the man sitting on the steps of the dais where the throne stood. Blond hair, silver eyes, and white garb marked him as the most out-of-place in the room.
"I assume this is the boy we've heard so much about?" Satan asked lazily, leaning on the arm of the throne. "Quite a small thing."
"I think he's adorable!" the purple-haired one declared, walking over and boldly hugging the child. "What's your name, little one?"
Ciel struggled uselessly against his grip. "C-Ciel… Stop touching me!"
"But you're so soft! I'm Asmodeus, by the way." He nuzzled against Ciel's ear, and the boy lashed out.
"STOP IT!"
"'Deus…" Sebastian said softly. Asmodeus glanced at him, and reluctantly let go of Ciel, who pressed up against Sebastian's side. The raven-haired man smiled at him, beginning to point to each of the other demons in turn. "The sleeping one there is Belphegor; he's Sloth, obviously. Mammon is standing next to him; he's Greed. I'm sure you already know Satan, and the one standing beside him is Beelzebub, Gluttony." He pointed to the pink-haired, green-eyed demon. "Leviathan, patron of Envy. 'Deus is Lust." Last was the out-of-place-looking blond demon. Sebastian motioned to him and concluded, "And that is Lucifer, patron of Pride."
"The Lucifer?" Ciel asked, awed and a little frightened when Sebastian nodded.
Satan fixed a level gaze on both of them. "I see nothing wrong with you being allowed to keep him as a pet, provided that no laws are broken." He looked Ciel up and down. "He went through the test easily enough, after all. He's the sort who will do well here."
Sebastian nodded. "I wanted permission to, if Ciel agrees, at some point in the future conduct the ritual to make him a demon. He is a bit more than a pet to me."
Lucifer shot Ciel a dirty look, getting up without a word and disappearing from the room. Satan rolled his eyes and sighed, before addressing Sebastian. "Those are your personal issues to be worked out. But you have my permission if it comes to that."
"Why was he so angry?" Ciel asked, frowning at where Lucifer had gone.
Leviathan shrugged, speaking up from across the room. "He's got specific ideas about mortals. About everything, really." He headed for the door, waving at Ciel. "If you're ever hurt, get… ah… Sebastian to bring you to me."
Mammon nodded a silent farewell and left as well. Satan smirked. "It seems you've met with no other objections. You both can go." He turned away as well, determined to get Beelzebub to share whatever he was snacking on.
Asmodeus walked the two of them out of the throne room, ignoring Belphegor, who was still asleep. He produced a blue rose from nowhere and tucked it behind Ciel's ear. Ciel's eyes widened, recognizing it as the same type from the garden this morning. "This is your friend?"
"Yes." Sebastian replied. "He's good with flowers, among other things."
"I could show you some 'other things'." Asmodeus purred suggestively, hugging Ciel again. "What do you say, little one? Want to play with me?"
Ciel shoved him. "Absolutely not! What is wrong with you?"
"I'm an incubus. I can't help it!"
"You're hopeless, then!"
"So cruel!"
Sebastian laughed, watching them bicker back and forth, Asmodeus trying to sneak in touches and Ciel slapping his hands away. But there was something in his eyes that said he was having fun, no matter what he said, and Sebastian knew that adjusting to life in Hell was going to be no problem for him at all.
"Ooh, hitting? You like to play rough? Kinky!"
"You're such a freak!"
…well, mostly no problem.
