"Before we discuss that, we must finish the game," Ciel said.
Sienna and her inner monologue sulked outside the nearest window, eavesdropping. She felt a light tap on her shoulder. Sienna froze, cursing.
"Yes...of course...I do have a pressing appointment, perhaps another time-"he attempted.
"Children can be very demanding about their games." the young boy said with venom.
Oh, he's sassy too! Persassy fans unite!
"Surely you wouldn't want me to get upset."
"No...No of course not. But perhaps you would permit me to use your telephone." The Italian man stuttered.
"Of course."
She debated a stupid decision, wondering how stupid it really was. Then again, what did she have to lose?
The young woman yanked Sebastian's tie down with unforeseen strength.
"This is great gossip, Sebby. If you say anything to him about this I will personally rip out your spine, and beat you with it. Then I'm going to scoop your eyes out with a spoon, cut up your intestines and serve them to you."
The demon simply stared at her, unblinking, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Surprised, she fell backward, flapping her arms for balance; she was unknowingly supporting her weight with his tie.
"Ow, ffffffffu- ow, ow ow... just walk it off, just walk it off..." jumping around while shifting her weight she cursed,"Damn demon."
The Seraph looked inside the window to see Mr. Damiano opening the door. On the other side of the door, is Sebastian, looking as composed as ever while pushing a cart.
"I've brought some tea for you and my lord." Sebastian kindly offers.
"I'll be right back" The man mutters, grumpily brushing the demon off. The demon follows the man's movements, looking as if he was mentally bashing him.
The butler dramatically pours tea for his master. Ciel ignores his butler's antics. Young master raises his cup to his mouth but lowers it once he gets a whiff of it.
"What is this? It smells terribly weak." Ciel questions, his anger bubbling underneath the calm surface.
"Out of consideration for our guest, I've brought some Italian tea." his butler answers.
"Italian?"
"Italians drink more coffee than tea, sir." Sebastian replies. "So, finding high-quality Italian tea can be difficult" he elaborates. "This particular selection is not to your liking, master?" Sebastian questioned knowingly.
"No, it is not. I don't like it at all." Ciel says darkly.
"I'll see to the dessert preparations."
"Good. We must show him every available hospitality. The Phantomhive family is known for its courtesy."
"Yes, my young lord," Sebastian says passionately, bowing.
She whistled, looking forward to some yaoi.
Sebastian rose only to reveal pink-red eyes.
There went that theory, right out the window. It was odd that he would be obedient for his soul, she figured he'd have acted out already.
A smile twitched at the edge of her lips, her interest piquing at the sound of loud talking.
"I'm tired of babysitting this child earl," he huffed. "Yes, I've already sold off the factory."
Sienna has already heard enough. Nobody would even attempt to embarrass the Phantomhive name any further. She swiftly entered through the window, causing Ciel to shout for Sebastian.
"Excuse me" she muttered, walking toward the door. The young earl stuttered as she placed her hand on his shoulder while walking by.
"Now, all that's left is to pocket all the extra cash and squeeze more out of the brat."
Sienna rushed in the direction of the speaking. It led to a door with smoke billowing out, which made her retch.
"The employees? Who cares about them?" Mr. Damiano laughed it off. It is then that Sienna snapped, having enough of his crap.
The ghostly silhouette of a face appeared on the door, staring straight at him. He turns around in fright, frightened someone caught him.
Returning to the phone, he lowered his voice.
"Never mind. The rest of the formalities are for you to deal with" he pauses "No. It'll be easy. Please, he's only a child."
Sienna glared, already planning his time of torment.
The Italian man exited the room. He walked down the hall, only to stop in fear. A dark shadow appeared on the face of a man in a portrait. He rubbed his eyes as if it could make everything go away.
"Impossible. I'm seeing things" He said to himself, though he didn't appear to believe it.
A phrase Earl Phantomhive uttered echoed in his mind "Bewitched by the eyes of the dead," Mr. Damiano halted in terror.
"No, that's ridiculous." He tried to shrug it off, continuing his walk as his footsteps echoed. He opened what he assumed was the correct door, but is surprised to see nothing but a dark storage room.
"Not here either. Or here." Mr. Damiano said, resuming opening doors, "This manor is like a giant maze. I can't even find the drawing room."
"Bewitched by the eyes of the dead,"
Floorboards creaked behind him. He gasped at the swirling blackness of noise and darkness behind him, a maniac giggling gleefully.
"Stay-stay away from me" he tripped over himself while running. He looked around for the item that tripped him but failed to find anything.
Sienna smiled at his distress, which only encouraged her. Mr. Damiano's screams only grew in volume. Stumbling to his feet, he sprinted clumsily, the air heavy.
"That's odd. Was that our guest I heard just now?" Finny asked, holding the large portrait of the young master's parents.
"Hey! We need to move this or Sebastian will start yelling again." Bard snapped.
"Right!" he replied, getting back on track
"Oh. How embarrassing. I really messed up this time." Mey-Rin shrieked, over dramatizing everything.
"But at least I was able to get close to Sebastian" she squealed
"Oh, what a shameful day, is all. What kind of lecherous maid am I?"she shouted to nobody in particular
"A normal one." a soothing voice answered calmly. Mey-Rin jumped away from the origin of the voice in fear. The maid saw a little girl standing on the last step of the staircase.
The girl would definitely grow up to be a knockout, she knew. With her dark hair and blue eyes, she was sure that she would surpass everyone's expectations. This made her heart crack; she yearned for her beauty and her perfection. She was an incompetent maid that only accomplished angering the young master and Sebastian.
"I'd be surprised if you didn't act the way you had. Nobody could possibly resist Sir Sebastian's charms. Unless your body did not harbor a soul," she explained.
Mey-Rin looked on, confused. She should be accustomed to being surprised. After all, she was the maid of the Queen's watchdog. Such a job was sure to bring unexpected things.
"I've got to go. I have someone to torment right now" Sienna yawned with boredom. She disappeared with a flash, and Mey-rin stared perplexedly. How in the world could someone move so quickly? It was normal for Sebastian but a little girl?
"You lose one turn," haunted his mind. His breath grew labored and his legs turned to jelly.
Sienna watched Mr. Damiano grunt in pain as a stabbing sensation shot up his legs. The Seraph grinned; she may have been a celestial being, but even good guys had to have days off. It was up to them how they spend it. The man stumbled over himself, causing him to fall down the stairs. The fall completely disables his legs, rendering him incapacitated. He quivered, seeking a way to stop the pain, the money forgotten.
Mey-Rin happened to be standing at the edge of the staircase when she witnessesthe event.
"Sir, Are you alright?" she shouted "His leg!" the maid exclaimed "It's twisted 'round. What happened to it?"
"Hey what's wrong?" Bard said casually, the portrait still in his arms, but only bearing a small portion of the load's weight. Perks of having a gardener with super strength.
"Our Guest, something's happened!"
Mr. Damiano cringed flinching away from the tall portrait.
"And now, you lose one leg in the enchanted forest" Mr. Damiano gasps at the relation between the game and real life. Using his elbows, he crawled to the door, whimpering as he moved.
"Sir? Come back!" Mey-Rin insisted, "We'll fix you right up, don't worry."
The man refused, ignoring her as he crawled. He looked behind him, suddenly stopping in front of a pair of legs. His eyes raised to view a little girl smiling down at him.
"Surely you aren't leaving the manor yet, sir." Sienna cackled. "We haven't given you the full Phantomhive treatment, we have yet to serve dessert."
The man, who sensed danger in her aura, lifted himself on his good knee to scramble in the opposite direction.
"You've lost a leg. Now you can only move half the number of spaces, so why not just relax a bit and make yourself at home?" Sebastian appeared out of nowhere. Sebastian walked with measured steps, advancing on his prey like the demon he was. Mr. Damiano grunted as he moved, inadvertently placing pressure on his injury. He reached a door that swung open with ease but revealed only darkness.
Footsteps echoed on the stone floor, fueling his fear and leading him to crawl into a nearby cupboard.
Moments later, the door swung open, revealing not one, but two people at the entrance. Their footsteps were synchronized so precisely it seemed only one person was walking.
"Damn. These are really tight quarters," the man in the cupboard muttered. He feels a sandy substance on his fingertips. "What's this? It smells like sugar."
The cupboard lit up with flames. The sudden realization that he was not in a cupboard struck him. A small slot opened to reveal two eyes that obviously belonged to different people. One was a brilliant blue, and the other a deep red.
"What an impatient guest we have," Sebastian stated with his velvety voice. "You couldn't even restrain yourself until dessert was out of the oven."
"Oven!? Open up. Please, open the door!" Mr. Damiano bangs on the door with all his strength, but to no avail.
"Shut up." Sienna snaps. "Screaming and pleading will do nothing but give me a headache."
"Perhaps the Italian aren't familiar with our customs. There's plum pudding, mincemeat pies, there are many traditional desserts in England that make use of meat. I find them all quite tasty." Sebastian smiled.
"I don't think you'll like this one. I've heard that the more stressed the meat is, the stiffer it is. I don't know about you but I prefer softer meat." she turned to the man in the oven, "That means you need to calm down, or I won't get a good meal out of you. Such a waste of perfectly good meat, don't you think?"
She closed the slot, much to Mr. Damiano's despair.
"Your body is burnt by raging flames." horrified, he continues screaming.
The more scared he was, the more hate and anger he would feel. That usually resulted in getting sorted to go to hell.
Lucifer had told her that there was a shortage of fearful souls in Hell. She took care of it for him, for a price, of course.
As long as she kept the supply of souls flowing, she'd get free reign on Earth, no restrictions. For those who knew her, they knew just how much trouble that could mean. Everyone else would find out soon enough, surely.
Awesome; 2,500 words!
Hopefully, it wasn't too boring
Thanks for reading!
Edited on: 11/22/16