Geek: Quick thing before we start. Thank you to all my new followers and those who have reviewed! It's makes me really happy that a bunch of people are reading this and like it! And I'm sorry for killing off a bunch of characters. I'm a mini Moffat. So I've been called. But I like torturing my readers and characters. I can't help it. Also just a heads up, Grell is in this one so you know his or her (however you see them) have a very...interesting way of flirting. So yeah, if you're uncomfortable with his flirting then you may want to skip this chapter. Onwards with the chapter!
(Sebastian's POV)
The last thing I saw was Francis running towards me before the hand that belonged to the twelve year old earl I served covered my eyes. I thought that the darkness was going to engulf me and that would be it. As a demon, I could die, but it was very hard. And of all the things I had faced: Claude, bullets, angels, and reapers, I couldn't stand the fact that darkness: one thing demons are known for at least to humans, was what was going to kill me. How ironic. I closed my eyes and smiled lightly. It felt like swimming. And it was relaxing. I suppose it's better than a horrible death.
Suddenly, a white light behind my eyelids pulsed then glowed so bright it was like looking at a solar eclipse. I did that once. It's more beautiful looking at it with your own eyes rather than just looking at it on a piece of paper as Victorian English scientists guess at what it was. Lockyer and Janssen had just recently figured it out but that's besides the point. I fluttered my eyes open and woke up staring at an oriental ceiling. One that I knew fairly well.
"I'm getting awfully tired of waking up in places with bright lights." I mutter irritably, sitting up and rubbing the side of my head.
One of the two large golden doors were cracked open that lead to Ciel's ballroom. It usually sat abandoned and collecting dust. Obviously that wasn't the case as a soft glow of light could be made out and the scuffle of pairs of feet. Plus, classical ballroom music played on cellos and violins could be heard from the room, their eerie tone that I loved flowing darkly probably throughout the whole manor. I stood up and wiped off my suit from the dust and dirt I felt was there. I walked silently up to the door and looked inside.
A small black haired boy with bright, happy dark blue eyes. The boy wore a long sleeved white sailor's shirt with blue and white striped fringing the sleeves and the end of the shirt. A red bandana was tied loosely around his neck and his dark blue shorts matched the blue on the shirt. He wore black stockings and wore no shoes. He giggled and looked at the three older doubles.
A pale young man with midnight black hair smirked and leaned against a table, his dark sapphire blue eye full of confidence. He was handsome, as his face was angled. His hair was covered one over the other eye but he moved his hair to reveal it had a purple pentagram on it: my contract binding symbol I had on my own hand. His suit was made up of dark blues, blacks and grays, and the suit was tailored to fit him perfectly.
A current version of the young head of the Phantomhive's wore an eye patch over his contracted eye and wore his favorite blue suit with top hat and argued with a similar copy...almost copy. The copy's hair was darker by a shade, the copy wore a black suit making him look more adult, and both his eyes were...red and glowing. The demon's eyes.
"Would you two stop fighting already? This is getting rather ridiculous." Sighed the older Ciel, his voice sounding similar to my own, velvet-like and smooth with a small darkness.
"Like hell! I'm not a demon, nor will I ever be!"
"On the contrary, alternate realities dear."
"Oh would you just shut the bloody hell up about alternate worlds?"
"So, you have a demon for a butler, met many Grim Reapers, met an angel, had your demon butler duel with yet more demons, met a shinigami, went to a place similar to Lewis Carroll's wonderland, and found out your aunt was Jack the Ripper, yet you refuse to believe the fact that different timelines exist? That's daft of you." Demon Ciel snickers.
The normal Ciel glared. "It's not possible for a human to become a demon! It doesn't work like that! Especially at the age of twelve! In addition, if you did exist, that one wouldn't be here!" He shouted, pointing to the older Ciel.
"Sebastian doesn't just look like that, you know. Neither does Grell, Undertaker, Claude, Hannah, or William for that matter. They choose to look as they please. I continue growing as I please. I'm still immortal."
"Demons aren't immortal, asshat." Mutters the normal Ciel.
"Don't curse! Mama says cursing in ungentlemanly!" Chirps the smaller Ciel, glaring at his older selves.
I decided it wasn't a bright idea to go in there. Four Ciels and two bickering seemed like a bad idea. Walking in there may cause even more of an uproar. I slipped away from the room and decided to explore. Things were obviously wrong.
I walked up to the dining room, looking for Finnian, Baldroy and Mey-Rin. Instead I found something that scared me even more. A younger looking Grell, with different glasses, shorter hair, and less sharp teeth was having a conversation with the current Grell.
"Ah~! There's Sebast-chan~!" Current Grell sang, pulling me into the room.
"Unhand me, idiot." I growl, slapping his gloved hand from arm.
I look around the room and see simple sack dolls hanging from the ceiling on red ribbons, each having a little something different or representing someone.
The younger Grell looked at me curiously and leaned closer to me, my body reacting by leaning back.
"He's sexy, but not William hot."
"Oh hon, just wait till you start hanging out with Undertaker." Giggles current Grell, "You find out that they all have something just to die for that'll make you want to have them all."
The younger Grell pulls back and pouts.
"Just think of it as tough love." Grins the older Grell, winking and sticking out his tongue while making his signature pose.
I scoffed in frustration and turn on my heel to get out of here as soon as possible. I barely stand one Grell. I jiggle the door's handle and find out it's locked. I don't know why I'm surprised. I kick the door with such force, I expect it to slam against the outside wall. Of course not.
"Oooh, Bassy~!" A Grell coos from behind so close to my ear that his teeth brush against my ear. I calmly let go of the door handle and pull my dining knives out of my pockets and throw it in Grell's voice's direction and turn to face him at a speed a human wouldn't even be able calculate. He's not there. I pull my knives out of the wall on the other side of the room and look around. Where did those two-
Something strong kicks the back of my head, causing me to fall to the ground. Almost. I quickly pick myself up and am met with grinning sharp teeth.
"What do you two twats want?" I mutter cooly.
"Isn't it obvious? We're supposed to kill you so that human actor can't get out." Grell grins before disappearing quickly.
"We're your pretty little psychos~!" Giggles a different Grell.
"Pretty little, pretty little, pretty little psychos~." Choruses a Grell.
I flit my eyes quickly up to the roof of the room and sees two pairs of glasses shimmering near the top. I run until I can run up the wall and up the ceiling and throw a knife quickly at the younger Grell. The younger one isn't as fast as his elder and is stabbed right in the throat and grins before disappearing in red smoke.
I fall back to the carpeted floor and look for the Grell I'm accustomed to.
"To be honest you should be happy you wandered into this room rather than the ballroom or the garden. Or the tea room for that matter. But I'm sure they're sad they didn't get to fight you." His voice muses.
I look around the room for the scarlet Grim Reaper.
"Especially the older Ciel. Too bad he can't have you~!" Grell's voice singsongs, a tinge of disgust and anger in it.
I smirk. "You act as if I had a choice to be here."
The Grell copy seems to think this over. "...You didn't. They got to choose." His voice was hard, semi-angry, and a little confused.
"They?" I question.
"Not important. Just stand still!" He shouts.
I look up to see Grell hanging onto a ribbon with a Joker doll on it. He jumps down, his reaping saw pointing down at my head. I move out of the way as fast as I can, but it cuts a large rip on my shoulder.
"Oo~, red really does suit you." Grell grins, resting his arms on the reaping gardening tool.
"Mind if I paint you more?" He growls almost animalistically.
He lunges, his spinning blades poised at my head. At the last second I jump, just as first battle, using his face as a springboard and as soon as I can see his back I throw the knives, snagging his clothes and sticking his arms and legs pinned to a close by wall and his reaping tool falling to the floor.
"Aw, Bassie caught me~! Are you gonna have your way with me?" Grell swoons.
I roll my eyes and take off my suit jacket and pick up his gardening tool.
"No. I just don't wish to get blood on my jacket." I smile lightly and raise the machine over my head, it's engine revving.
"Won't you be killed if you kill me?" Grell questions.
"On normal circumstances, yes. But since you're not Grell, it won't matter." I grin, and slash his stomach.
Blood splatters onto my shirt and on my face just as 'Grell's body goes up in red smoke.
"Oh isn't that a shame. And I can't clean this off until I get home." I sigh, licking some of the blood close to my lips off.
I scoff. "Doesn't even taste enough like blood."
I feel the arm 'Grell' had slashed and moved it. Good as new. I roll my head, getting all the cracks out of it and sighed.
"Well that was a nuisance." I mutter, rubbing the back of my neck. "I wonder what he meant… 'they', hm… I should tell the rest of the lot once I get out of here."
I take off my glove with my teeth, the hand with the convent on it. I drag my nails on the tile and marble of the table and notice it quickly mended with a green-yellow light.
"Most interesting…."
I walk out the door and to the main hall to see it blocked by Claude, Undertaker, William, Alois, Hannah, the triplets, and of course, the Ciels.
I sigh.
"Let's get this over with."