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Chapter Eight: A Sacrifice and Scotland Yard

Ciel was walking with Sebastian to an old factory building. Margaret had invited them to this supposed sacrifice. Ciel had contacted Sir Arthur and told him where he could find the Sinclairs.

As they approached the building, Ciel felt a knot form in the pit of his stomach. He didn't feel right about all of this. It felt constricting. Margaret had invited them so eagerly. It wasn't right. He stopped walking, earning a confused look from Sebastian.

"Is something wrong?"

"This doesn't feel right. I don't know if I should go in there. You should go scout it out to see if I'm just being paranoid."

Sebastian gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. He sped off, hoping that Ciel's paranoia was misplaced.

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Ciel awoke strapped to a table. He didn't even remember being attacked. He started to panic. He couldn't move.

Suddenly, lights flashed on and he had to shut his eyes. He heard gasps and the start of whispered convesations. He opened his eyes to look about the room. There were at least 40 people. He turned his head and found Jonas Sinclair watching him.

"My wife tells me that you don't believe. We can change that. I will summon a demon to possess your pretty husband."

Ciel closed his eyes, not from fear, but instead from trying to refrain from insulting the moron's intelligence. He reopened his eyes, again, when he heard more talk. He could also hear a faint jingle of chains. When he looked towards the doorway, he saw Sebastian chained to floor in the center of a pentagram. His shirt was torn to shreds. He looked like he had been beaten and whipped. Blood was oozing from a brand of a cross that had been pressed into the muscle over Sebastian's heart.

Okay, so some of this idiot's information is right. Those chains are iron. And those symbols aren't doing him any favors.

Sebastian looked weak. Ciel tried to move, but could only lift his head.

Jonas began to chant in Latin. It wasn't actually a ritual, Ciel could tell by the relief that flooded Sebastian's features.

He chanted louder and louder until he was screaming.

My god he's dramatic.

Sebastian just sat there. Jonas looked at him.

"How do you feel?"

"The same as ever, you ignorant bastard."

"Hello demon."

"That wasn't even a ritual you fool. Do you only know how to read Latin? You just read a chicken recipe."

Ciel snorted.

"See how the demon tries to fool us? He thinks himself so clever."

"You are a fool! You want to see how demonic a man can be? Unchain me you coward!"

"My, aren't you aggressive? Shall I exorcise it, or let the demon have it's way with this pretty little thing?"

He was still shouting about the demon being a trickster when men from Scotland Yard burst into the room.

It took them a while to get everyone arrested and calmed down, but eventually Ciel was standing next to Sebastian. He was trying to get him out of the pentagram without it being obvious that he was breaking the circle. The chain he threw behind him must've scratched the paint enough because Sebastian was suddenly on his feet, hugging Ciel.

"Are you alright?"

Ciel nodded and burrowed himself into the embrace. Ciel turned his head to see Sir Arthur walking over to them.

"Did they hurt you, My lord?"

"No. I'm alright. Does them being arrested mean I can go home?"

Sir Arthur shook his head.

"What? Why not? You got who you wanted!"

Arthur handed him another letter with the queen's seal.

"Oh great."

"Ciel, I know you're probably ready to return to your estate, but I have one more task to ask of you.

There seems to be issues with a certain town out in the countryside. They are plagued by murders. Someone is murdering children and then stealing the bodies from the morgue. You are to remain under the same cover, but take your servents with you. I have a house prepared for you there. Find the disgusting being murdering these children and then you may return home.

Thank you so very much for all of your help."

Ciel handed the letter to Sebastian. He buried his face against the demon's chest once more. He wanted to go home. He was tired. Sebastian hugged him tighter. He could feel the discomfort radiating from Ciel.

"Let's go, Ciel. You need rest. We can prepare to leave in a few days."

With that Sebastian picked him up and carried him home.

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Ciel awoke in Sebastian's arms, warm and content under the comforter on their bed. He took a deep breath, thinking maybe the night before had been a dream. He carefully sat up to stretch, but stopped short when he saw the marks on the demon's skin. There were burns where the chains had been. It had really happened.

He ran his fingers gently over the branded cross before putting his hand over his mouth. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a shakey breath. He brought his knees up to his chest and rested head on them. He felt tears and he tried to move to go somewhere. He didn't want to wake the demon. Before he could move, pale arms pulled him into a caring embrace.

"What's the matter?"

"You got hurt. I'm sorry!"

Sebastian hugged him, reassuring him that he was ok. He rubbed small circles on Ciel's back. Ciel snuggled into the demon's chest and tried to calm himself down.

"Why did that upset you so much?"

"I don't know. It made my heart hurt."

"That's what happens when you love someone. If they get hurt, you feel it too."

Ciel sat up and looked at the demon. He had a thoughtful expresion painting his face.

"Hmm."

"Master?"

"What am I going to do about Lizzy?"

"Hmm. Good question. What do you feel would be right?"

"I don't know. Anything I do would hurt you or her."

"Which one wouldn't hurt you? Choose the lesser of the two evils."

Ciel snorted. "You're the greater and lesser of the evils."

"Not so literal, my lord." Sebastian said, sounding amused.

"I want to be with you."

Sebastian smiled and pulled Ciel down to kiss him passionately.

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