Lacrimosa

Summary: "I am sorry..."

DISCLAIMER: Kuroshitsuji belongs to Toboso Yana-san and Lacrimosa belongs to Kalafina.

A/N: I decided to put up a second chapter, the final chapter of this tragic fanfiction. It keeps bugging me on midnight, so I decided to write this as "the final piece". This is written in our favorite butler's point of view.

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I slowly walk up to him as I stare at my master with dark violet eyes, quietly celebrating inside my mind that I can now eat my delectable meal in peace.

Looking back, I realized how much I'll be missing my master, mostly because of his arrogance, I suppose. He'll never scream out for help; his high pride, I'll miss that too.

I silently put my right arm on the string of his eye patch, unnoticably putting a spell upon my little master. Really, if he weren't my meal, or maybe, if the Queen hadn't done such a thing as to annihilate the Phantomhives, I don't think he'll be in front of me right now. I don't think I'll be able to serve him. And if we hadn't met...

I don't think he'll die by my hands.

I leaned in closer to my master's face, relishing the sight of him trying to be strong despite his own power, his own death, being in front of him. I bow to that. Such a strong master. I wonder if I'll ever meet another one like him...

I don't think that will happen.

I sink my fangs into the croon of his neck, all the while looking at his features.

He just closed his eyes in silent pain.

At that, something triggered inside of me... like a feeling that tears me apart.

I swallowed the chunk of skin that I had ripped off of him, hearing him gasp and wrinkle his eyebrows in obvious pain. I want to comfort him but...

It was the last order... to make it as painful as possible.

I pretend not to hear his jagged breath as I dip my head once again to his shoulder, instantly knawing at the sockets. I watch him bit his lower lip in excruciating pain. My master just clenched his little fists onto the stoned bench. Normally, people would try to claw their attacker, their instinct showing through. But this child...

He didn't even touch me.

I continue ripping off his flesh, his ear to be exact, and I saw my master gradually becoming deathly pale every second, and cold sweat starts to form on his forehead. When he couldn't take the pain anymore, he fell limp on the hard ground, a soft thud resounding loudly in my ears.

And at that, I knelt in front of him, watching the scarlet blood oozing from his small body, slowly coloring the gray pavement in red. I tried not to scream in agony, seeing my master in such a state all because of me...

I reached out my right arm covered in his blood, and I saw him look at me, with those melancholic blue and purple eyes. He still has the courage to actually look at me, with those nearly-crying depths... I saw him staring at me, he didn't cry nor said anything throughout the things I just did to him. He just looked at me...

And smiled.

He smiled a smile of sadness, of agony, and of contentment as he slowly, ever so slowly, closed his heterochromatic eyes... the symbol of our contract slowly fading visibly in his right eye.

The contract is fulfilled.

Another master is devoured by me.

But this master...

"I am sorry..."

It barely came out as a whisper.

And I cried.

When he closed his eyes, tears ran down endlessly on my ruby eyes, the tears wiping away some of the blood that smeared on my face.

"My master..."

My everything.

As I gather his now lifeless body beside me, I can feel the tug of pain in my heart with grief, solemnly wishing for him to come back.

But I can't.

I'm not God that can restore the dead back to life. I'm a demon... a devourer of souls... I taint the innocent into despair... but...

I don't want him to die.

"Young master... my master... I promised to you... many, many times..."

I touched his soft, cold face with a gentle finger, the blood on my hands slowly covers his parts touched by me.

"I shall follow you..."

I embraced him close to my cheek, feeling the warmth of his soul that now dwells within me.

"Until the depths of hell..."

A kiss upon his unmoving lips.

"I shall follow you tonight..."

My eyes turn to a soft red glow as I look upon my now dead master. You are beautiful even on death.

"Let me be with my lord forever..."

I touched him, and he slowly falls into dust, returning to what he was before... All humans... return to dust... and as for me...

"Young master Ciel, I'll be with you..."

I let my body, my human body, and my demon self, to slowly disintegrate into nothingness... until my whole being, inside and out, slowly becomes a mass of dark feathers, rapidly melding into the dust that slowly forms beneath.

Feathers and dust-like substances lie upon the ground.

If you are gone... my long centuries of life are meaningless from now on...

And Sebastian Michaelis was no more.