He ripped the torch out of my hand before tossing me to the floor.
I tried getting up but he kicked my abdomen which resulted into me falling once again.
"I thought you would respond differently considering your appearance, you know?"
Walking over to the wall he attached the torch to it.
He kneeled down next to me and grabbed a chunk of my hair.
Yanking it upwards he forced me to look into his face.
The expression he made made my heart stop.
"Dear... Lucia. Do you know about Egyptian mummies?"
I furrowed my brows.
"I shall tell you... The moment I heard of you I wanted to do this with you. I practiced on many, trying to perfect this practice.
A being like you deserves the best and nothing less, my dear."
I was stunned, not knowing what to say and only blinking in disbelief.
This man is insane. Absolute trash.
"Now don't look at me like that. It distorts your beautiful face.", he squeezed my cheek with one of his hands
and then pulled me to my feet, letting go of my hair after.

"I want to show you. It's the pinnacle of art.", he reached for the torch and pulled me along with him.
We walked back to the hallway and he opened one of the remaining 4 doors.
I was hit by a foul stench and took a step back when my eyes fell onto the bodies before me.
"This is ultimate conversation of beauty, Lucia.", he beamed with joy, walking towards a body in the middle of the room.
There were a number of pots around the body which belonged to a woman appearingly close to my age.
"I put her organs in here. Ah, of course your pots will be much more intricate; to match your beauty.
Oh I can't wait to gaze at you for all eternity, it will be bliss, trust me!", he nearly shouted, ecstatic at this point.
There is no salvation for this soul.
"What do you think, my dear?", he cupped my face with his hands and exposed his brown teeth when he grinned.
I spat right at his face, freed myself from his hands and turned halfway to aim a kick at his jaw.
"You are worse than trash, you human insect."
His face distorted with anger as he tried to reach for my ankle as he fell to the floor.
"It does not matter if you don't like it. I decided long ago to keep you with me. Nothing can stop me now.", he began to laugh but I had heard enough.

"Silence.", I growled. My eyes started to beem in crimson color.
The tattoos were pulsating and seemlingly swirling across my body like snakes.
My muscles began swelling and the torch got blown out by an increasing pressure in the room.
He stared at my distorting figure, hand still mid-air before I quickly crushed his wrist while stepping forward.
He let out an agoniting scream, twitching underneath my foot until his hand reduced to mush.
Huffing, he attempted to push himself upwards using his remaining hand.
"Filthy.", my low voice echoed throughout the room and I kicked him, his body flying across before hitting the wall.
He was coughing, then crying. "Demon!", he yelped.
I reached my arms out instinctively while I gazed upon all the dead bodies, mutilated while they were alive.
The fear they felt ran through my body and I tensed up.
Black liquid began seeping from their skin.
"What's this?! What's happening?!", he retreated to the corner of the room, his crushed hand clasped against his chest.
The liquid began drooping to the floow and traveled towards me.
It picked up the pace as more liquid began flowing in from the other rooms.
Just how much did he torture his victims.
I braced myself as the substance finally reached my feet. It compiled all around me before it began seeping into me.
My soul felt like it got caught in a giant tornado.
Torn to pieces until being smashed back together.
My eyes that were shut at this point opened again, void of anything but the resent of dozens of women
that had their life taken away from them in this very building.
I looked down onto my hands; pitch black claws looked back at me, pulsating with darkness.
When I tried to open my mouth only a deep growl was heard.
The man now looked pitiful as he crouched in the corner he had run to.
His dreadful aura reduced to nothing as he only stared at me, whimpering.
Looking at him the anger grew and I instinctively launched at him.
His scream tore the air as my claws cracked his ribcage.
He fell silent after I gradually ripped him to shreds.
I felt his soul trying to leave his body but I did not let him.
The remains of the tortured feelings I absorbed were pushing me not to let him leave.
As per their pleads I claime his soul, sucking it into the abyss within me.

My insides became a whirlwind when the victims of this man started pulling on this man's soul.
He was to be devoured by them until he experienced what he made them go through.
This is the only way they would find rest and my body became the vessel for the justice they pursued.
Until then neither I could find peace.
I stood in the pool of blood, of bits and pieces of his flesh.
I could not leave this place as is; I went looking for the torches fixed to the walls.
Grabbing one I hovered above it with my hand until it ignited brightly.
Holding the enlightened torch against the pieces of human skin, I burned them one by one.
I watched them burn furiously until proceeding to the other rooms, continuing what I had started.
When I reached the staircase I stared at the flames wrecking havoc; it filled me with pleasure.
While holding the torch I hurried back to the ground floor, the flames gradually following me, licking on my distorted heels.
My whole body was humming at this point.
I looked around and decided to throw the burning torch on the carpet and let the flames handle the rest.
Slowly I made my way out of the now glowing manor.

When I stepped outside I sighted the silhouette of my master.
I felt his gaze pinned to me, his gorgeous lips curling into a vicious smile.
His slender hand reached out to me in the distance and I instantly dragged myself to the man that had bestowed me with this power.
My whole self was brimming upon seeing him; the tormented souls were still swirling inside me.
They wouldn't stop until there is nothing left of his soul.
Finally I reached him and stepped towards his hand that now caressed what was once my cheek.
"Good job, my...kitten.", he was chuckling. "You did great."
A purring escaped my throat and I pushed myself against his palm.
"You grew your powers faster than expected."
With every word he spoke my outer shell trembled ever so slightly.
I was ready to burst.

~Sebastian's POV~

Ciel and I were on the way to the manor of that rotten police official. It had taken us longer than expected which didn't exactly contribute to my growing impatience.
Looking at Ciel he looked more nervous with every minute passing.
After a short amount of time an uncomfortable stench hit my nose and I froze.
Smoke. A lot of it.
"What's wrong, Sebastian?", Ciel gave me a concerned look.
"Something is burning.", I was furrowing my brows.
The young Lord looked at me for a while, sniffing, until attempting to speak again.
"You have my permission to head out first. I'm afraid we wouldn't make it in time. I will wait here."
"Thank you, my Lord.", a split second later I opened the door of the carriage and hurried to the source of the smoke.
My heart rate went up. I was never this scared for a life before.
My teeth were grinding against each other as I rushed past all the trees.
It took a while but a bright light emerged far from me.
I felt as if I ran straight into a brick wall.
It caught me off-guard and nearly made me fall off a tree branch.
I held on to it and slowly dropped on to the ground.
What I felt was a sinister, thick aura. An aura I was awfully familiar with.
I closed my eyes shut and took a deep breath before opening them again.
It's him after all.
My anger rose as I figured he was the one to take Lucia away from me.
The rage made me push through the invisible force that he emitted.
I lost control of my human facade I had kept as a disguise so my demonic appearance broke through.
My eyes were glowing brightly and my wings allowed me to pierce through the sky.
I was set on tearing him to pieces. Simultaneously I hoped Lucia was fine.
I wasn't far from the manor now and the smoke layered thicker and thicker.
His scent was overpowering the stench of the fire and I began making his shape out in the distance.
My body was trembling from the tension and I picked up the pace. He surely noticed me already.
I finally reached and next to him I noticed a ball of sinister energy, somewhat looking like smoke, then like an absurd predatory cat. Its body shifted constantly.
It was hard to tell at first but the closer I came the more I was sure it was her that stood closely beside him.
I knew he had severed her attachment to me but seeing what he turned her into broke me.
He had swallowed her very essence and plunged her into an abyss of horror.
She was dripping in darkness.
I came to a halt just a few meters away from them and he grinned ever so slightly.
"So you finally decided to come...What did your Master call you... 'Sebastian'?", he sneared and didn't bother to hide his sarcastic tone as he uttered my name.
I grit my teeth as I strut closer to them.
"LUCIFER!", I screamed at the top of my lungs and black tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Oh, I didn't know we were going to use our real names, pardom me.", he barked out a laughter.
"Are you mad I took away your new plaything?", he said while cupping Lucia's silhouette of a face with his engloved hands.
Her gaze was pinned to me. Did she recognize me?
"Do you like her new look? I just went for it, but I didn't expect it to turn out so nicely, you know?", now he twisted her face left to right.
I knew it that was his goal but I could not stop myself from snapping.