I sat down to a full course meal. The table piled high with basically everything. I stuffed my face, pausing only to get a gulp of water. Mister Michaelis just sat there at the opposite end of the table. He didn't eat along with me, nor did he say a single thing. All he did was watch me. I tried to ignore it, but found it rather hard because well, he was staring at me!
"You said you wanted to hear some of my stories Mister Michaelis." I asked placing my fork onto one of my many empty plates.
" Please call me Sebastian, and yes." He replied standing, starting to clear the table. He finished clearing the table in the blink of an eye. No lie. A blink. Of an eye.
"I wouldn't know where to begin with the stories so…just ask me some questions." I said as Sebastian set down a cup of, if memory serves, Earl Grey. I sipped at the drink cautiously, the steam carrying the sent into my face.
" You said your last name was Phantomhive, correct?"
"That is correct."
"Then might I ask why you were living on the streets. The Funtom Company was quite successful, so I'm not quite getting your…" He paused searching for the right words
" I'm not quite getting your situation."
"Ah.. The whole homeless thing. It's a long story but I'll try to sum it up. My father, had a gambling problem. A serious one, my grandfather Ciel, passed away when I was a year old, and my father wasted no time gambling what my grandfather worked away his life for. Five years ago he lost. Big time. We lost the company, then the manor, and all the land that the name Phantomhive had been scribbled upon its documents. Then the two, my mum and dad, had the wonderful idea to sell the family ring they managed to hide from the mafia, dump me on the side of the road, and run off to Paris or some jungle in Brazil. I don't even know."
" Do you ever think of revenge? Regaining the company, manor and the Earldom ? Maybe even the title of 'The Queen's Guard Dog' ?"
"Every waking second. I think of revenge, but I could never do it all by myself."
"Would you like my help, Drew?"
"No no no no. I couldn't ask that and I have no way of paying you, obviously." I waved my hands in front of me.
"I only want one thing, Drew. Your grandfather Ciel paid the price and he got what he wanted, and even more."
" Two things. How'd you know my grandfather, and what is this price you keep talking off?"
"I'm a demon, and I want to make a deal. A deal for your soul."
"My soul? A demon?" I laughed for a moment the 'demon' gave me a curious look.
" You expect me to believe you are a demon? That's absurd."
"You're grandfather made a contract, and I cultivated that soul of his for years as his fateful servant. Once he felt his revenge was given, I had my dinner. And might I add, it was delicious." He licked his lips in memory.
"Oh." was all I could say.
" Drew? Do you want to make a contract?" Sebastian asked casually.
" Yes. Do it. I want my revenge against those wretched people who sullied my name, I will retrieve my company from the mud puddle it has settled in, and claim back the title ' The Queen's Guard Dog'!" I said without hesitation.
"Yes, my Lord."