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Nicholas sat, head on the desk, glaring at the wall. He was an angry boy, a nasty boy. He hated everyone and everything. He hated his father, he hated his servants Maylene, Bard, Finny, and Tanaka. He hated English society, the Queen herself, Her many noblemen and servants. He hated his family, strangers he passed in the streets, business partners and associates. He really did hate most people. The only people he really liked were his mother, who was killed, and his baby sister. Though he was certain he would hate her when she started talking, and being a girl. He didn't even like his butler, Skye, who did whatever Nicholas asked without question. As Nicholas was brooding, and burning holes into the walls of his study, the one that had been previously owned by his father, Skye entered the room, carrying a platter with a pot of tea, a tea cup and saucer. Nicholas glared up at Skye, who smiled, and bowed politely.
"I have brought the Young Master some tea. Earl Grey," Skye said, placing the tea cup and saucer in front of Nicholas, and pouring, most extravagantly, the steaming tea into the cup, without spilling a drop. Nicholas watched unemotionally as the cup was filled. When it was, he picked up the cup, and raised it to his lips. He glared at Skye even darker, and threw the cup at him, picking up the tea pot and smashing it over the desk. Skye stared at Nicholas is shock, steaming hot tea soaking into his clothes, and small rips where the broken china bit into the fabric. Skye sighed, and began picking up the small shards of china, ignoring his master's evil eye.
"Young Master, I must plead with you to stop these childish outbursts. This is the fifth time this week you have destroyed something, and it is only Wednesday. You will send the house into poverty at this rate." Skye pulled a towel out of thin air, as it appeared, and began mopping up the tea on the desk, as Nicholas watched smugly from his chair.
"Oh, but I do love to see you ruffled like man-handled chicken, Skye." Nicholas, said, looking very much like his father when he was thirteen. "Besides, I do not wish to drink tea, like a tea-sucking Englishman. I will drink coffee from now on, Skye. If I get anything else unless specifically asked for, I will go on a rampage and break all the dishes I can lay my hands on." Skye just sighed, and walked to the door, carrying the towel, damp from the tea, and containing the broken china. The carpet and desk that the tea was rudely thrown at was dry as the desert, and no stray pieces of china could be seen.
Skye bowed to Nicholas, placing his hand on his chest, "Yes, my Lord," he said, before exiting the room. When he was gone, Nicholas slouched back in his chair.
Skye had managed to interrupt Nicholas's brooding, and his mind turned to think of him. In a way, he was a legacy from his father's days. Which, as soon as Elizabeth had been arrested, ended. Nicholas had quickly taken over, slowly filling with hatred toward all things English. But he needed a guide. All the servants had stayed on at the manor, all but Sebastian, who had disappeared as soon as Ciel died. Without Sebastian, the entire house fell into disarray, since no one really new what they were doing, even when he had been there. Nicholas had been angry, full to the brim with animosity toward Mother England, and had obtained a new butler, who was really the old butler under a different name. Nicholas had made a pact with a demon, the same demon that had served the Phantomhive who ruled before him. He named him Skye, so that he could be a different butler, only with the same face. The name was also amusing for Nicholas, because it was the English name for Ciel. It was stupid and childish, yes, but Nicholas was stupid and childish. It had taken quite a bit of convincing, but the other servants had quickly accepted Skye into their ranks.
Of course, Skye had taken on Nicholas for his soul, but also for revenge. Ciel, his Beloved Little Master, and coveted soul, had not given himself up to Sebastian so easily, in fact, he hadn't given himself up at all. He had pleaded with Sebastian to allow him one night after his revenge had been achieved. Sebastian thought the Earl would obey the contract, as that was the noble thing to do. He figured the not-so-Young Master would simply lay with his wife for one last time, and kiss the forehead of his child, then offer himself up as Sebastian's dinner. But that was not what he did. Yes, he lay with his wife, and yes, kissed his son's forehead, but he had also ingested poison. Sebastian had no idea that the Earl was thinking of suicide, since he had always kept his word in the past, but he had. And, by the time Sebastian found the Earl the next mourning, he was already cold, laying out on the desk that Nicholas now sat at, his soul burning in Purgatory.
Of course, Sebastian could enter Purgatory whenever he wished, as he told his Young Master. "I would follow you to the depths of Hell," as he had said when he rescued the Young Master from his captivity in the Viscount Druitt's home. But the Young Master went back on his word, he attempted to break the contract. So Sebastian would destroy the Earl. Sebastian caused Elizabeth's death. He put all the pieces into place for the torture and murder of the Earl's dear wife. And now he turned to Ciel's son, Nicholas.
Sebastian would take Ciel's soul, there was no question about that, he just needed to torture him a little before the final deed was done.