Im going to cry why am I doing this sehithsfkjg

the reason im updating this fic is bc I hate it when fics I like dont update

u fuckers better be thankful B(

hahahaha unfortunately this is like a filler so you know what claude did to sebastian and whats going on with elizabeth and stuff wow great times great times btw its short as hell hahahahgrfh

The heavy clopping sounds of hooves on a stone road and the pounding of heavy rain was interrupted by a hellish scream; the scream of no other than Sebastian Michaelis. He had awoken from a trance like state, instantly feeling as if his body were being cast into the fiery depths of hell, his vision blurred, but his hearing, oh, his hearing was as if everything was a million times louder.

"Michaelis, may I inquire as to why you were screaming?" The voice of Claude Faustus asked as the cry abruptly stopped.

"Faustus," Sebastian replied, his senses returning to their normal states, "You do very well know what you have done. All this taunting is getting annoying."

"You might be right," Claude said as he got up from his seat in the bumpy carriage, "Let's just get down to business, shall we, old friend?"

Sebastian stood up as well, situating himself in a battle stance. Claude stared on, "Sebastian," he spit out, a name that tasted like poison on his tongue, "I did not mean it that way. I do not wish for a fight. Quite yet. I have some things to discuss with you."

Sebastian sat back down, raising an eyebrow inquiringly.

"I would like to form an alliance between us two. If you comply, we would have equal rights to both the souls of the Earl Phantomhive and His Highness Alois Trancy."

Sebastian stared on at his old enemy; he had known him for the thousands of years he had been on earth... and he knew Claude Faustus liked to compete for his next meal.

"Why would I even have the slightest interest in agreeing to this proposition?

"Ciel Phantomhive is being held captive at His Highness Alois Trancy's household. I have orders to destroy you or the contract that connects you and Ciel Phantomhive. But I do not wish to."

"And why won't you comply with his orders? As a butler, it is your duty to serve his every order."

Claude said nothing, and the two demons sat in silence, focusing on thunder booming in the distance.

"I suppose I will comply with his orders, then," Claude replied, pulling out a glass bottle of glowing red liquid. He took off the lid and showed it to Sebastian, dipping a gloved finger in it, the substance turning waxy and hardening before his eyes. Claude took it off, slipping it into his pocket.

"Michaelis, do you happen to know what this is?"

Sebastian did not say anything as he analyzed the bottled substance. In all his years on earth, he had never seen or heard of such a thing.

"No, I regret to say that I do not."

Claude took off the other demon's left glove, the one that sealed the contract. Sebastian was about to protest when Claude spread the liquid on it with his gloved hand, but it was too late, for Sebastian felt like he was being damned back to an eternity in hell. His vision was blurred, but he could make out that the sacred pentagram was fading away. Looking back at Claude, he tried to move his seized limbs, but failed. Claude saw him mouth something before his widened eyes snapped shut.

"I hate you."

It had been about 7 days, 5 hours, and seven minutes since Elizabeth last heard from her cousin, fiance, and friend, Ciel Phantomhive. She had not received a letter back from the household, or even back from that stupid butler of his. Usually, if Ciel was too busy, his butler would write a letter back to her saying that everything was fine, and Ciel was too busy.

'The postal services could just be a little slow right now, is all.' Elizabeth convinced herself while in the parlor of her mansion.

She asked her maid to go and fetch the mail for her, and when she got back, there was a letter in her hand. Elizabeth became excited as she snatched the letter from her hands impatiently. It was from the
Phantomhive household!

Elizabeth tore the elegant envelope open, removing the letter carefully. It wasn't from Ciel, or his butler. It was from Ciel's servants.

Dear Miss Elizabeth,

We apologize that you have not been hearing from Ciel at all lately. We haven't either. Because he's on holiday right now and doesn't like to be disturbed! Ciel is all right, no need to worry about him.

Sorry this is so short, we're busy preparing the mansion for Ciel's arrival.

Elizabeth analyzed the letter critically. She was no fool, so she certainly didn't believe a word the letter said. She sighed loudly and threw the letter in the air, storming out of the room.

"I have to go find Ciel!"