Note: takes place in an alternative future after Victorian era, AU for Kagome and both characters are of age. You may also consider this piece as a prequel for the previous CielKag piece.
Not smut, but does have suggestive themes. You've been warned.
"For the price of thy soul, this one shall seek thy vengeance and serve ye til thy end. Is that what thee desired?"
"Yes! Please…for all what they did to my mother—my brother! I'll see them dead!"
"Thy wish, this one shall fulfill."
It had been well over four years since he entered in a contract with his mistress. He'd came to the sounds of desperation and loudly condemning her Gods for abandoning their most favored, at the price of her dead mother's soul. He offered her unachievable power and protection, in exchange for her soul also—her mother didn't quite sate him. She was a little more than an appetizer, really.
But, it was through her that he found himself the most delicious soul he'd ever laid an eye on.
It was so delicious that he genuinely did not want to take a bite. A nibble, maybe, but she was far too beautiful to eat. No, he wanted to keep her for himself, to corrupt and mold her into his image. Even if she'd reject his offer, he held doubt he would ever leave her be—haunting her until she'd no other choice but to embrace him.
However, under the fog of despair and rage she accepted.
Neither quality she'd displayed since, once she accepted the role the young Queen offered—wearing nothing but deadly calmness and frank resignation to her inevitable fate with occasional faring temper. All of the previous Watchdogs died off long ago in violent manners, and none were willing to take up the cursed position. With his guidance and insistences she became the sole Lady upon the ashes of the Phantomhive—a name that he long since forgotten was once his. So, there she was, sitting pretty at her desk reading through the proposals and drinking her favorite tea he earlier brewed.
"Ciel," Kagome murmured, and to his disappointment she hadn't shift her pretty blue eyes from the papers, "can you make an appointment with Ms. Yaling? I'm becoming quite concerned with how she was running my hotels in the west."
Ciel fluttered close his dark eyes and bowed, "Of course, milady. What time would you prefer?"
Finally she glanced up, to Ciel's hidden delight, and set aside her tea, "Anytime after lunch would be fine. I'd rather not host her for a meal if I can help it. She was quite a dreadful woman to tolerate." Kagome then huffed, paging through her stack of papers, "She could afford to lose some weight too."
Ah, she was in a sour mood. He wasn't surprised, as a particular date is approaching quick. His lady is hardly the type to judge and belittle others, so her current mannerism was telling enough. Coughing to keep his laughter within Ciel shook his head, "Your words could be more polite, milady." He might as well tease her, to alight her delightful temper.
She didn't take the bait, "No one else is here but you." Kagome snorted and flapped her hand at him, "I hadn't a mood to feel guilty of my poor opinions in the past few days. Now then," she grabbed another stack of her workload, "off with you. Don't let me to keep you from your duties, Ciel."
"Of course, milady, as you wish." With a bow he took a leave—as much as he hadn't a wish to.
But, it granted him an opportunity to muse over their approaching anniversary of the tragedy she suffered. At the echoing sounds of his dress shoes over the wooden floor, he curled a wicked smile at the first time he saw his lady. She was the very perfect picture of a blood-ridden broken soul that he'd lost his breath.
Upon her agreement to accept his hands he pillaged the entire village for turning against her and her family. Sacrificing her family, skinning her brother alive in front of her eyes, to appease whatever God reigning over their pathetic village proved to be their fatal mistake—because the Hell came.
Funny that, really. He'd even laughed about the irony once his new owner was out of his earshot.
There were still works to be done though.
His mistress' worthless hometown were fed reasons to fear their holy guardians by unknown entities. Kumo. It was the last thing they'd heard the ringleader to say, upon dying in the devil's grasp. She would not rest until whoever responsible had been punished and their reasons given, to find her closures.
She lost everyone she knew and loved. There were no one by her side anymore—for all who she once treasured were in the very town he destroyed. She only had him—the demon she summoned. He promised her companionship.
Something he was quite happy to provide—though he was quite keen on giving more than what they had now.
Well, his fingers curled around a sleek handle of cradled phone and plucked out a book full with numbers, he will keep his mistress company soon enough.
Kagome threw herself into her works, to pretend that the incoming anniversary isn't approaching quick. No matter how hard she tries though, she couldn't curb her resentments from brewing. She couldn't resent her butler—after all he was the reason why she still lived, but…she was only 15 years old when she lost everything.
It wasn't the most premature age there is, she knew, but she had everything going for her. Her future promised to be bright, with her loved ones at her side. She was going to be a proud guardian, a miko, to defend her home from the evil—a role highly esteemed in that side of region and someone she once loved for years since childhood was finally courting her properly. Now, she had no one but a creature with a forever damned soul she had to called hers and the future that he molded for her.
She knew he did it for her so she can see her vengeances through and he'd get his promised meal as his payment.
Wealth would pave ways for her, easily.
But, she was hardly a vengeful person. She was always just…Kagome. She loved life. She was raised to protect the others and to love them as they were. Now, she was the opposite of who she once was, essentially an assassin to satisfy the too-young Queen's whims.
If she had to be resentful, it'd have to be at herself.
Why was she so weak!?
Kagome paused at the sound of something cracking, and blinked at her papers blotted with black ink, "Oh." With an aggravated sigh she set to clean up her mess she'd made with breaking her pen. There is no salvaging the documents—she'd have to ask Ciel to return the papers anew.
At the knockings from her office door Kagome didn't look back, "Come in." She said, as she wiped down her hands from the black stains and was failing.
"I've heard noises." Ciel frowned, his footsteps informing her he was heading inside, "Are you alright?"
She didn't answer his question and instead extended the stack of papers expectedly to him, "Would you mind fixing these for me, please?" Kagome bored her eyes on him, her face neutral.
Ciel eyed her for a brief moment, before he nodded and accepted the documents, "Yes, of course, milady." With a flick of his wrist the ink blots vanished and he returned the articles, "Would that be all?"
Picking up the saucer she handed it to her butler, "May I have another cup of tea with honey?" Kagome gazed over the paper, minding her stained hands. Like her face her voice was also plain from emotions, "Otherwise, yes, that'd be all."
Taking the plate Ciel caught the stains on her skin, "…milady," Settling the saucer back down on her desk he closed in.
Kagome jolted when Ciel grabbed her hands, "What—?" She flustered at how warm his grips were.
"These hands are dirty," he murmured, lowering his head until his lips touched her knuckles, "milady, this won't do at all." Sweeping down his thumb Ciel's eyes fluttered close and smiled at Kagome's puzzled and flustered expression she addressed at him.
"What are you—?"
Ciel tutted and tightened his grasps, planting a startlingly numbing kiss on her skin, "Please take better care of these lovely hands of yours, milady." Kagome squeaked breathlessly when his red-tinted eyes blinked open and caught her eyes, "These will be mine someday and I do not want them to be anymore dirtied than they already are."
Kagome jerked her hands back, her skin red, "That's enough out of you, Ciel, get back to work!" She rubbed her wrists and fought herself not to tremble in front of the demonic butler.
Chuckling, Ciel straightened up and smiled, "Yes, milady—and I speak nothing but the truth," he reminded coolly as he paced evenly to the trolley he left in her office earlier, "you—the entirety of you will be mine soon."
Gritting her teeth she snapped back, "I told you to get back to work!"
"As you wish, my lady." His retreating laugh was chilling, washing away the heat burning against the surface of her skin. The moment the door fell closed Kagome released her shudder and grasped her hands to her heaving chest.
Squeezing her eyes shut at the confusion of feelings and uncertainties Kagome rubbed her fingers against her palms and found them lacking the greases of the black ink, "Wh—" She peered at the state of her hands and realized Ciel spirited the stains away from her skin. Kagome slumped into her seat and closed her fists again, "What was that all about?"
From a glance on the closest corner of her desk she saw her tea full once more, when she was fully well aware her butler hadn't fill it up or relocated it. Kagome rubbed the goosebumps away and felt completely naked, as if there were eyes on her from everywhere and exposed her for what she really was. Shaking her head and couldn't help not shuddering Kagome muttered to herself, her nails grazing over printed words, "You're being silly, Kagome."
Ciel wouldn't mean it like that, would he?
Kagome could still feel his demonic eyes from all angles, caressing every inch of her body as a lover would. She had to be losing her sanity. It was so disconcerting that she wasn't even brave enough to strip herself from her day dress into her sleeping gown. She even went as far to refuse a bath being drawn from Ciel, stating she'd take it in the morning.
Breaking into a tremble she cupped her face and settled her weight onto her lofty bed, "I'm being driven mad." She decided. Tucking in her legs Kagome took a deep breath to cleanse her mind from the unease, "It's just nothing." It was a poor conviction, but it was enough.
Or so she told herself, as she slid herself underneath the duvet and screwed shut her eyes, "It's just nothing," Kagome whispered and buried herself. She pulled in the blanket in between her thighs, the private region uncomfortable for hours since she sensed that impure sensation.
Why now?
Kagome wasn't that oblivious to miss how attractive her butler was, from that rare bewitching smile often reserved only for his mistress, his charcoal-dark hair, to those brilliant deep sapphire blue eyes of his. That neat grey suit he wore helped nothing and his frank personality was quite charming according to many (a trait Kagome herself personally hadn't suffered, Ciel was nothing but overly attentive toward her). Ciel, the proud butler of the Lady of the Ashes, the Misfortune One, and the lone Watchdog of the Queen Victoria the Third—a few of the longwinded titles the society bestowed her upon her commencement ceremony, had a large following of vying suitors for his appearance alone.
None were lucky to keep his attention for long, as his top priorities had always involved his lady in some shape or form.
Having a handsome man like her butler happily at her beck and call would be enough to indict lust for most women.
But it had been easy for her to disregard her own needs and wants, her heart beat only for her first love then. As time gone by though, she became weaker and less resistant to his charms. Kagome was tired of being alone, waiting for her end.
The thoughts of her calling it quit on her hunt for the vengeance and truth and bending her neck for the inevitable execution became a frequent guest in her mind. It would be fine if she humored herself, right? A frown tugged at her lips.
She shook her head into her pillows and flinched at one memory flashing across her eyes.
Ciel's true appearance as a monster he truly is, an eldritch abomination almost, had her clawing into her mattress and swallowed her whimpers. He was so beautifully horrifying, that she knew that no mere mortal would've lived long after a single glance at his being, their sanity lost and is driven to commit suicide to escape the madness—if he so much willed them to. She was one, if any, of few lucky ones who saw him as he was and still had her mind intact.
He was hypnotizing in that way (or one of the many, she was sure), that he had her feeling comfortable with his frighteningly sickening state, his cooing distorted voice had her mind clear on that day. Even she found peace in his too-many limbs when he carried her away from the once-beloved village he destroyed on her order that she fell asleep without fear in her heart and mind.
When she woke up after and saw that the nightmare was her reality, Ciel reformed himself into a handsome human male and served her with glee. As if he never showed himself as an inhuman creature and choked his then-shadow black skin with blood of those who tortured her and her family.
But she would never forget what he really looked like.
Despite finding the safety in her predator's arms, the seeds of fear still took roots in her heart.
That, she wondered, was why she couldn't bear even the idea of admitting her feelings toward her butler—her monster, to herself. Her monster wasn't meant to be loved, in the same manner she wasn't destined to be loved. It felt wrong.
But she had been feeling wrong since the day she accepted the demon's proposal and entered his contract—in the futile name of vengeance. So, does it really matter if she lusted for Ciel?
He was—is her faithful servant, who would do her no wrong, her coy advisor who would never misled her, and, as much as she was reluctant to think this, Ciel was her dearest friend. In the end, there was only him who remained, when her pursuit of darkness chased all else away. There were few allies in her world, whatever compassion she had smoldered in crackling charcoals of what she left behind. Silver of its remains she reserved only for the young children, who were oftentimes sinless and faultless in the cruel world they were born in.
Kagome still liked children, it had been a lifelong dream of hers to be a mother—but now that dream was fleeting, too far away for it to be a reality. She couldn't bear the idea of burdening her broods with her sins and accursed them to the throne of Phantomhive. Sliding shut her eyes and taking a deep breath, Kagome fully intended to leave nothing behind and keep the family name, a name that was never meant to be hers, dead.
Her mind riddled with uneasy thoughts, Kagome failed to register a tingle behind her eyes. A taletelling sign of her butler's quietly-intimidating presence. She stiffened at his cooing voice, "Pardon my intruding, milady," Kagome bit back a snarl at the implications behind Ciel's words but she refused to free herself from her cocoon to glance over, the soft lights of his candles indicting his nearness, "but you're still awake and I am concerned," Ciel's dress shoes told her he was closing in, "it is 2am." He added.
She winced—that late? Still not peeling apart her blanket Kagome huddled in deeper and ignored the taste of guilt, "Was having troubles sleeping, that's all." her voice was thick and course.
There was a sigh, "I suppose that should not be a surprise, our," Kagome paused at that word choice, "anniversary is soon."
She said nothing and tugged her face under the duvet when she saw the stark silhouette at her bedside. Kagome swallowed a whimper and twisted her hips at Ciel's wicked tone washing over her heated body, "Now, now," her eyes snapped wide open and stared at the shadowed color of the cover at a hand encompassing her shoulder, his touches rare. The strangely possessive grip told her everything she wasn't sure if she wanted to know, "don't turn me away and do let me help you, my dear lady." Even through the dense layer of her blanket she could feel his lips on her ear.
Kagome's throat went parched when Ciel trailed his gloved hand down from her shoulder to her jutted hip and tucked in her bottom lip at his dancing fingers, "I am happy to assist you with your needs—even physical." Ciel persuaded with a low purr. She couldn't smother her whimpers when she felt his lips again and at the dip of weight in her bed, "You smell absolute divine when you're in need of a lover's touch."
She burned at this relevance.
This bastard knew the entire time she was aching?!
Kagome wanted to die right there and then.
Her temper fared and eroded her humiliation. Kagome jumped from her side and threw off her cocoon, revealing herself to her butler in the pale glow of his candles. She barked, "You son of—that's none of your—?!" A cry interrupted her rant and she found herself bouncing on her mattress, caged in by Ciel's masculine body. Kagome lost herself into those beautiful brimstone red eyes in the dark, shivering at the suffocating lust roaring in Ciel's glare, "Ci—"
Ciel closed in, barely but not quite touching his lips to his lady's, and whispered, "Your wishes, my beloved lady, are my commands." He reminded coolly, his lips curling upward, "If my lady desires my touches—my body, I will provide with pleasures." Ciel chuckled at her shivers and loosening his grip from one of Kagome's wrists, he rose his hand to pet her damp lips, "If she wants me ready and eager in the very hallway outside, then I shall corrupt it with her. I will violate every corner and surface in this very manor for her, even."
She squirmed when she realized what the heavy weight was pressing against her knees, her skin flushed red, "C-Ciel, I—" Try as she might, Kagome couldn't tear herself away from his haunting evil eyes. Soft strokes of his gentle petting and his words fed fervors in her needy body.
"Whatever my lady lusts for, I will give," Ciel murmured, slowly rising his body off from Kagome's and freed her from his imprisonment, "I will have her body ruined and sated with nothing but me and my sins." He danced his fingernails over her rapidly beating sternum, teasing her lacy negligee, "As I am her—your servant, I will provide."
Whimpering at his departure Kagome felt lost when Ciel's eyes faded to the cool blue and under the cloak of the night, "I…" She twitched when the dip in her bed was gone and folded in her thighs to her breasts—that suddenly felt heavy.
"Whatever you wishes," Ciel sounded a smile, "I am your servant, waiting on knees and hands for you. But, I do not give and take, unless you are willing."
A devil's temptation.
Twisting the edge of her nightgown with her fists, Kagome hesitated.
Then, without another thought, she gave in to the true eternal damnation, "Touch me, take me—corrupt me." Unknowingly she sealed her fate to his side, as his bride to the end of everything.
Ciel grinned a wicked grin, "As you wish, my dearest lady."
Closing her eyes Kagome gasped at his touches and then at his lips passionately on hers. It was fitting, she realized, that her lover would be her most faithful butler. It would be him she'd lose her soul to, as his meal. He'd be the very last thing she'll see at the end of her life, being ferried away into the Hell.
Because, in the end, there would only be him—her devil.
—end
A/N: Hi, yes, I'm still alive and this is so unbeta'd. Deal with it, lol. I'm not quite sure how to feel about this piece, but I hope it's an enjoyable read just the same!
Anyway, I'm deciding to give some leeways on requests here on ffn and a03 (of which I sorely needed to update, whoops). You, my reader, may request a prompt with ships I already wrote/published, but keep it simple and horror/dark/yandere-related.
Since I liked writing dark stories and I am a horrible piece of trash. However, slice of life and smut (censored, similar in previous published styles here in ffn—fully explicit won't be a common thing with LIA) are acceptable. I reserve the rights to reject your requests though, especially if that's all the meat in your review.
If you leave a comment on my works, more likely it is for me to consider your suggestions.
The reason why I'm extending the requests here on ffn and a03 instead of just tumblr, is solely because I really needed to write more scenarios lol.
Anyway, see you around!