The devil! It was the devil who appeared before Brummel! It was the same devil that rounded up wicked individuals like himself and punished them for their crimes. That is what the Devil does, after all.

Still, that didn't mean that mister Brummel was at all happy about this fate. Here, before him stood someone who wasn't supposed to actually exist, someone who was rumoured to be cruel and unyielding. The look in the demon's mismatched eyes gave away his intentions. There was anger, disgust, and contempt written all over his face.

This vile piece of trash before Ciel dared to take on a humanoid shape and claim to be civilized, when in fact, he was the most brutish and beastly one in the room. He was a monster. Jay Brummel was a monster, one who takes delight in the suffering of others and reducing them to objects for his own amusement. Ciel, too, was at one point an object for monsters like him; only biologically speaking, the monsters where human.

Regardless, it did not matter. It simply did not matter, as Ciel would fulfill his duty, regardless. He was sent here to vanquish threats to humanity, and that is what he would do. He would rid the world of this beast's presence and prevent it from sapping up any more of the earth's resources; from affecting any more lives.

And yet, that didn't seem like a sufficient enough punishment. Monsters become such in order to rid themselves of pain, sadness, and fear. They do it by forcing these things onto others, and take sick delight in doing so. What they do to others is what they fear the most happening to themselves, and the Devil knew this. Part of him wanted to unleash retribution on the vampire in this manner, knowing full-well that it would mean that he, too, would be a monster because of it.

Then again, it was his nature, which he often defied at the same time. He is not a monster, yet he is not a human. He is both and neither at the same time. So, how would he punish this wicked creature before him? The anger that bubbled from within him at the actions of the vampire made it very clear.

"The Watchdog…" Brummel said in disbelief. His legs turned to jelly and he fell back down into his chair, causing a smirk to form on the demon's face.

"Correct." Ciel answered. "And do you know what I, the Watchdog, do to people like you?"

Upon hearing those words, the leader of Gentlemen reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. Instead of a gunshot, however, the only sounds that he emitted was a loud crunch, followed by a scream. The pistol fell to the floor as Ciel tightly clasped the man's wrist; his grip crushing it completely.

"That's not the correct answer." The bluenette replied before twisting Brummel's arm as well. "Try again."

"Augh! Stop!" the vampire shouted. "You're hurting me!"

"That's. The. Point!" answered Ciel, suddenly bending the other man's arm until it snapped and yanking it forward so that his foe fell into the floor. He observed Brummel as he clutched at his arm for a few moments, placing a foot on the man's leg when he tried to crawl away.

"Where do you think you're going?" the demon asked. "You can't get away. You're too weak. Tonight, you're going to die in this very room, and there's nothing you can do to stop it, Mister Brummel." With that, he stomped his foot, breaking the vampire's leg as well. His foe let out another yelp before losing his voice momentarily.

"Humans are 'livestock' to you, correct?" inquired the bluenette. "Do you know what you are to me? Filth. Worthless, loathsome, filth that must be disposed of. You aren't even good enough to become someone's prey. What does that feel like, Mister Brummel?"

"Please…" the vampire begged. "What do you want? Why are you doing this? For the humans? Is it for the humans?"

"No." Ciel stated. "If it were just for them, I would have cut your head off as soon as I stepped into the door and been done with it. Trash like you needs to know your place. As the Devil, I'm going to teach it to you before I send you to hell."

"W-wait! Can't we tal-" The coven leader was cut off when the Phantomhive crouched down and gripped one of his fangs between his fingers. He stilled himself, wanting to plead with the demon to not do what he was about to.

"Fangs are a source of pride amongst vampires, correct?" the Phantomhive asked. "That won't do. Filth doesn't deserve that luxury." With a swift yank, the vampire had been relieved of one of his precious fangs, causing him to scream and cover his mouth with his working hand. Gently, Ciel placed the tooth on the floor before reaching for the other man's hand.

"There's still three more." Spoke the demon. "Move your hand, or you'll lose it, too."

This was a nightmare. Baldassare looked on in horror as the demon tortured the leader of his rival coven. This was the Watchdog that he knew. This was the monster that children of the special zone were warned about so that they wouldn't misbehave. This was the Devil for whom love was impossible. It should still be impossible. Yet somehow, Baldassare was supposed to believe that even after this; breaking a vampire's bones and ripping out its fangs; the Phantomhive was somehow able to look with adoration into the eyes of another whisper genuine, kind words into their ears. To most normal people, this seemed to rightfully be a far-fetched concept. It certainly was to Baldassare, who was abnormal!

One fang, two fangs, three fangs, four… At last, Brummel was rendered helpless, unable to even obtain food on his own should he somehow make it out of this alive. It was unlikely, though. He couldn't walk, or even crawl. The man simply laid in the floor, curling himself up into a ball in an attempt to shield himself. He could feel the demon's glare stabbing into him as the Phantomhive looked down on him.

Ciel honestly wasn't sure where to go from here. He didn't feel like being especially thorough, but he also didn't feel as though the vampire had suffered enough. He had to make up his mind quickly, however, as he sensed Alois getting closer. Obviously, he didn't need to worry about the blonde after all, as he was quick to catch up, getting closer, closer, and closer, still.

In a split-second decision, Ciel decided to simply end it, shoving his blade into the chest of the vampire on the floor. Brummel grunted, his body tensing before falling limp. While both demons had their sadistic tendencies, Ciel somehow felt that it was wrong to torture a man in front of his beau while he was injured. The bluenette would rather tend to his menace.

The chance to do so arrived as the blonde walked through the door, stopping before he could pass Baldassare. His shoulder was aching and he was personally done with working on this mission. The wound was finally shut, but the soreness persisted, and the spot was still reddened and irritated. He would have been fine if he hadn't been shot and had to kill an ally, but alas, that was not the case. Even now, his mind was not in his work, as he was almost surprised by the body on the floor in front of the Phantomhive. Alois watched as his beau plucked his sword from the vampire's chest and put it back in its sheath before meeting his gaze. The bluenette took a few steps forward, holding his arms open to the other man. Without giving another thought, Alois walked over and took up the other demon's offer, wrapping his arms around the man's waist while Ciel held him.

"You stink worse than earlier." Alois pointed out, grinning as he rested his chin on the other man's shoulder. "Is it almost time to go home?"

"I just took out their leader, so after H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. does one last sweep, we should be free to go." His beau replied. "If my smell offends you, then don't hug me."

"I have to, though. My night's been kind of crummy and I need them."

"Sorry to hear about that." Ciel stated. "Are you alright?"

"I got shot, but I'll be okay. My shoulder just hurts." Answered the blonde. "Do we need to call somebody and tell them that the leader is dead?"

"Probably. Can I borrow your radio?" inquired the Watchdog. Wordlessly, the menace reached into his coat with one hand and grabbed the radio before handing it to his beau and wrapping his arm back around the other man's waist again, forcing a small smile to appear on the bluenette's face.

"Alpha, this is Phantomhive." He greeted as he placed the device up to his ear. "Their leader is dead. The chain of command should now collapse. Is there anything more you need?" He paused as he waited for a response.

"Negative, Phantomhive." Answered Brasher's voice. "Captain says we're all good on our end. You shouldn't leave in case we need you, though. Wait outside with the trucks, if you want."

"I think I might just do that. Phantomhive: out." With that, he put the radio back in the blonde's coat, not bothering to try and pry the man off of him. Afterwards, he briefly stroked the Macken's blonde locks before speaking. "Did you hear that? Let's go make our way out of here."

"Alright." Mumbled the menace, reluctantly letting go of the bluenette, only to grab hold of his hand moments later. If they weren't filthy and covered in blood, one might have actually mistaken them for an ordinary couple.

Neither of them seemed fazed in the slightest by either their appearance, or their surroundings. They certainly didn't feel strange about having killed a bunch of people. To them, it was just an ordinary day at work. Baldassare couldn't help but feel disquieted by the displacement between demeanor and actions; by how the pair flirted and laughed as they walked, like normal young adults as they stepped over bodies on their way toward the exit. It was dumbfounding.

The Devil, who punished the wicked with cruelty and who kept both humans and creatures of the night under his watchful eye, became strangely pleasant in the presence of his assistant, despite his same old disenchantment with violence and gore. It was a most curious sight for Baldassare to come across, somehow drowning out his fear from before. This same devil spoke words of encouragement to the vampire, reminding him to not lose his resolve and his sight on what was important to him. Was that something that devil's do?

As the Girasol vampire examined the duo closer, it slowly began to dawn on him. Ciel and Alois were similar, weren't they? The blonde did not seem to be bothered by their environment, or by the task at hand. He was just as strange, wasn't he? He, too, was a demon, and he was the right hand man of the devil!

The group made their way outside, avoiding being shot by Beta Squad. It was then that the two groups would be taking their separate ways. Ciel and Alois would stay in case they were needed, and Baldassare would go home and rest. It was almost dawn, after all. He needed to hurry before the sun came up.

Baldassare started walking, pausing to pull out his cell-phone in order to call a car to pick him up. As he placed the device up to his ear, he began pacing as he waited for one of his underlings to answer. When he did, however, his eyes honed in on something most peculiar, indeed.

The Devil, who punished the wicked with cruelty and who kept both humans and creatures of the night under his watchful eye, was smiling warmly. His entire expression was kind, right from the bottom of his blackened heart as he embraced his fellow demon tenderly. In return, the fair-haired man grinned and hugged back, nuzzling into the Phantomhive's shoulder before pulling back to peck Ciel on the lips. It was sweet. Too sweet. Could the Devil be this sweet? Unless Baldassare's eyes were playing tricks on him, he could, if he chose to.

Yes, it was the Devil's duty to punish the wicked. And yes, he was cruel and somewhat wicked, himself. Yet despite all of this, the Phantomhive denied these traits immediately before his partner so that one who was much like himself and was abandoned and left to rot by God in his mortal life could find happiness and home in the arms of the Devil.


A/N: Oh...

Neat...

Uh... where do I go from here? I could probably squeeze out another chapter for this arc, or I could just go back to the FUNTOM thingy...

Whatever... I'll think of something...

Questions?

"Anyway a serious question, do get inspiration from different places or stuff or are these amazing ideas all yours? I mean it seems pretty awesome for an unprofessional author..." by Socially Awkward Oreo Monster

I get them from almost everywhere. I could be walking on my way to class or something, and just randomly see something that makes me just go "Oh! New idea!" Sometimes I read a news article, of see something more conceptual in fiction that I like, or I learn something new about science, or I overhear a weird conversation, or I'm actively in said conversation. For example: I've been wanting to incorporate a clocktower fight-sequence, somehow just because I pass by the one on my campus every single day and it's just like: "Man, that would be cool".

One of the things I do is try to imagine the characters just walking through whatever scenery I'm looking at, and maybe figure out how they got there. It's kind of like a mental exercise, only you can generate some actual stuff you might use from it.

Just... everywhere. Look for the little details in the world around you and keep learning about random shit. Know lots of things. The more seemingly "useless" information you know, the more things you have to pull from. Also keep consuming media. It can be a TV show, a book, whatever. Just keep your eyes open for shit.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "Ciel- What would your reaction be to Integra walking in on you and Alois asleep or cuddling together? And Integra what would your reaction be?" by BlazeingEcho

Ciel's Answer: "Well, naturally, I'd be embarrassed, but it's not like I can just shove Jim away. She should know by now that we do that sort of thing..."

Integra's Answer: "..." *snorts*

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Question: "Ciel, do you have like a collection of special anti-demon weapons, or was the sword just a HELLSING loan?" by Auraheart

Ciel's Answer: "No. Both Jim and I only have two each; one for close-quarters-combat and one for longer ranged attacks. He has the Jarnglofar Mk II and the Kaspar, while I have my sword, Ethel, and my gun, Zamiel."

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Questions: "( I was just curious to ask... Please dont kill me)Oh ma gawd, have Alois ever walked in to seeing Ciel masturbating?! And have Ciel ever hit Luka before? I would want to know please... Sebastian, can I clean the household with you?!" by

Alois' Answer: "Oh dear God... Well, first things first, Ciel would never hit Luka, like, ever, and yeah, I have caught Ciel wanking before. It was shortly after we started having sex together, and we were both really really embarrassed about asking the other for it. Well, I was walking past his office and thought I heard him calling for me, so I opened the door, and BAM! Ciel's at his desk taking care of business. He seemed pretty into it, too, for the half-a-second it took him to register that the door opened. I have never seen him so completely mortified before. It was great.

...And that is how Ciel got his first blowjob."

Sebastian's Answer: "I don't think the master would appreciate me letting strangers into the household..."

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Question: "For the grim reapers: Why don't you guys just wear contacts so you don't have to worry about losing your glasses, or someone knocking them off? Also, are there any female reapers, not behind the desk mean ones that go out and reap souls. (Grell you don't count.)" by SingingFreak648

William's Answer: "A reaper's spectacles are the proof that they are a full-fledged reaper. You are not considered a reaper without them. To cast away one's glasses is to signal that one has abandoned their post. The sentence for that is death. To answer the second part of your question, yes. More females have been undergoing training as well, in recent years, more than doubling our productivity."