A prostitute, a priest, and a story of salvation.

Ciel's skin was marred with ink and blood, telling tales twisted in darkness. What an evil path the devil walks, tainted hands staining the innocent canvas. For the most beautiful art is painted in blood. AU

If everyone but you believes you're mad, who is wrong? Ciel Phantomhive, patient D18, is not mad. Sebastian Michaelis, new orderly at St. Victoria's Asylum, agrees.

[And then it spoke in a voice made of false softness and poisonous honey, the arsenic in the sweet French pastry. "What a lovely child you are."] Eight year old Ciel Phantomhive makes the acquaintance of a monster near the forest behind his home, however, he has no grasp of how entirely such a 'friendship' will destroy him. AU, later S/C, warning for gore and disturbing imagery.

A drunken night leads to many consequences. ::Warning:: Yaoi, Fluff, and Mushy Stuff! XD

AU: For when there are no words, music is the next best thing. Because music is universal. It's a language of its own. It's sound and pictures in one. It's imagination and reality. Music is life in motion. Seb/Ciel

Sebastian Michaelis is a depressed, obsessive-compulsive, miserable, unlucky in love, book shop worker. Ciel Phantomhive is a bright, young, happy, and successful university student. How will these two unlikely companions fall in love? AU/OOC, rated M for yaoi and language.

AU: When the lights fade in stardom, a star will fall to the ground. But it will be picked up and enveloped by the darkness, showing that there's more pleasure to be found in the shadows than in the spotlight. Seb/Ciel

For eight years Ciel's life has been cast in darkness, his eyes unseeing to the world. Taking a daring chance to see once more, Ciel lays his future into the hands of his smooth voiced doctor.

"Sebastian, what are we doing?" I whispered looking deeply into his eyes. "We're loving each other, Bocchan."

Their song was a tune set to the rain, one that was filled with joy, sorrow, and struggles. But while the rain can bring pain, it can also ease the sting of the past and wipe away the slate to allow a new future.

It's a warm, mid-spring afternoon at the Phantomhive Estate, and Ciel is close to falling asleep in his office from boredom. When, a thought strikes.

The retelling of Carnelian. Two bright jewels stared back at him, Lapis Lazuli and Amethyst. What he once thought valuable might not be as valuable as he previously thought. And the daemon questioned himself, which one was more precious?

Eyes that flickered between soft brown and passionate red, almost like the precious stone carnelian. Ciel is drawn to those eyes that belonged to none other but his own butler. SebXCiel