Chapter Thirteen: His Master, Entertaining

As soon as the group got in the house, though, they were accosted by Lizzie, who came running up to Ciel, fairly tackling him before kissing him on the lips.

"I see you're wearing the necklace, Lizzie. It looks good on you." Ciel said with a weak smile. Lizzie smiled brightly.

"I love the necklace. I just had to come over and thank you personally for it. We've already had it appraised. The appraiser doesn't know what to make of it. He's never seen the stone before. What did you do, Ciel? Use your Demon powers to make a stone?" Lizzie asked, smirking. Ciel looked away.

"Master, wh-who is this? Asks Poe." Snake asked, blushing slightly. This girl was the most beautiful woman he'd ever met. If he wasn't quite mistaken, he was in love. She was clearly with Ciel.

"This is Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford. She's my fiancée." Ciel said stoically. Snake nodded.

"She's… She's beautiful… Says Keats." Snake said, still blushing slightly. Lizzie blushed slightly as well.

"Oh… Th-thank you! Um… S-Snake, right?"

"Yes, Lady Elizabeth… Says Emily…" Snake said shyly, still a light pink color.

"Just call me Lizzie." Lizzie said cheerfully. Snake turned a deeper shade of red.

"I-I'm not certain I can do that… Says Goethe." Snake muttered nervously. Lizzie raised an eyebrow, but dropped the subject.

"Ciel, I need to speak to you alone, now! But first, who is this young lady? She's so pretty! You have such beautiful eyes, Miss! And your hair is amazing!" Lizzie said excitedly, rushing over to Sieglinde and looking over her.

"You're what? Twelve?" Lizzie asked. Sieglinde nodded.

"My name is Sieglinde Sullivan. I met Ciel in Germany a little bit over a year ago. He was investigating my village and found that the people of the village were making chemical weapons using the knowledge that I possessed. Naturally, he put a stop to it, and took me away from the village. Now, I'm going to college here in England and my English is improving drastically."

"You said you were German, Sieglinde? What is it like in Germany?" Lizzie asked in great interest. Sieglinde shrugged.

"I never went outside my town until Ciel came along. I never knew a man could be so beautiful. My servant, Wolfram was hardly as amazing looking as Ciel." Sieglinde said, seeming as though she was proclaiming her love for the boy. Ciel felt slightly self conscious being praised like that, especially around Lizzie.

"Th-thank you. But…"

"But he's already engaged to me! You can't have him." Lizzie said, hugging Ciel tightly. Sieglinde nodded.

"I figured as much. You and he seem to share a strong bond. So you already own him? I'm a little disappointed, but I understand. I didn't realize Ciel was engaged already. I-I guess I should have known. He's so beautiful."

"Look, Sieglinde… I agree with you. Ciel is very handsome, but this engagement has existed between us since he was born. So…"

"I understand. What chance does a common girl like me have with a noble like Ciel, right?" Sieglinde asked in perfect English, sounding slightly dejected. Lizzie felt bad for speaking so harshly with Sieglinde. She would never give Ciel up, though.

"Sieglinde… You're a beautiful girl. You'll have no problem in the future getting a boy to fall for you. You'll have whoever and whatever you want in life. You're smart. You're talented, and from what Ciel tells me, you've already made chemicals that most people have never even heard of."

"Yes! From China to England, to America, women have sought this goal. And likely they always will!"

"Oh! You heard all that?" Sieglinde asked, blushing in embarrassment as the Chinese man and the gorgeous woman at his side walked in.

"Heard what? What are we talking about?" Lau asked cluelessly.

"Ahahahahahahahaa!" Sieglinde laughed wildly. "I was so sure you had heard me confess to Ciel! But you were just playing along!" Sieglinde laughed, tears of mirth filling her eyes. Ciel didn't seem half so amused.

"Oh! Mr. Lau!" Came Maylene's voice. Lau turned and grinned at Maylene. "Have you come, Miss Maid to agree to come work for me?" Lau asked, a Cheshire Cat grin spreading across his face. Maylene shook her head.

"Of course not. I'm a maid and formerly an assassin. Not a whore! I just wanted to thank you for the katana. I appreciate it. The craftsmanship is incredible. I can feel every grain in it." Maylene whispered.

"Oh? I didn't realize just how very taken with it you would be. I'm flattered you're so happy. What are we talking about again?" Lau asked cluelessly. Maylene sighed exasperatedly.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Ciel looked up and walked over to the door, and asked who it was.

"Hello? Darling Bassy? It's Grell Sutcliffe and Rael Aldershof. Could we come in?" Grell asked tentatively. Ciel scowled, and opened the door.

"Come in. I've got company, but we can make room for two more… Who are these two?" Ciel asked, looking at a young woman and an older looking man. He certainly wasn't old, but clearly the woman's elder.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ciel Phantomhive. My name is Sascha Breisascher, and this is my mentor, Ásbjörn Rudgar. We witnessed yours and your butler's battle with the German military when you were in Germany, and we were very intrigued by your butler's transcendent skill. We expected you or your butler to die, but instead, we ushered away the souls of many German soldiers. We were dying to meet the young man who could tame a Demon like that."

"Please, come in. Would you care for some tea?" Ciel asked politely. Sascha smiled cheerfully. She had never realized that Ciel was such a supposedly kind person.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Phantomhive. I really appreciate that. Ásbjörn, would you care for some tea?" Sascha asked happily. Ásbjörn nodded silently and walked in after her, bowing to Ciel and taking a deep breath.

"Ugh. The smell of Demons is as awful as Mr. Spears says. It's stronger than I expected it to be."

"Mr. Ásbjörn, I believe that is because…"

"Silence, Gell…" Sebastian said with a glowing grin splitting his cheeks that was at once cheerful and dangerous. Grell gasped and blushed as Sebastian's hand went over his mouth, practically melting under Sebastian's touch. After a moment, Sebastian let go, though, and Grell groaned unhappily.

"Mr. Sutcliffe? Are you in love with Sebastian?" Rael asked naively. Grell went to answer, but Sebastian cut him off.

"Hardly. Mr. Grell is merely unable to control his libido." Sebastian said with a smirk. Rael scowled at Sebastian for this comment.

"You take that back! Mr. Grell has been a perfect gentleman to me! He would never do something so improper!"

"You seem to be holding onto an idealized image of him, Milady. Perhaps it would be best to let go of such delusions."

"Sebastian… Don't dash her image of him. I think it's nice that she thinks so well of Grell. Lizzie? What's wrong?"

"I need to talk to you… Alone… Now!" Lizzie said, looking deeply upset, like she had been trying to hide it for a while. Ciel nodded and walked off with Lizzie to a more secluded location.

"Ciel, who is that girl? She's so pretty. Are you cheating on me!" Lizzie demanded, looking almost ready to cry. Ciel shook his head.

"Of course not. She's a girl that I rescued in Germany.

She lived in a village that was completely isolated from the rest of the world, and they were using a toxic and caustic gas called Mustard Gas to simulate what they called a Miasma that they associated with Werewolves. But in reality, Sieglinde's mother and father created the 'Miasma' as a chemical weapon for the German military. They needed to keep Sieglinde isolated, so they bound her feet…"

"They broke her foot at the joint where her toes began and tied it underneath the rest of the foot… So she couldn't walk more than a few feet without collapsing and waited on her hand and foot calling her the Green Witch. She was the only person in the village who had the knowledge and intelligence to create the gas, and by extension, to heal anyone who ran afoul of it."

"As such, the villagers, who were secretly members of the German military treated her like royalty and kept her in the village and didn't educate her about the outside world at all. So, Sebastian and I, under request from Uncle Klaus investigated the reports of Werewolves, and found this farce.

And we fought and defeated the military and absconded with Sieglinde, repaired her feet and helped her get a scholarship to college for a doctorate in Chemistry. I never felt anything even remotely romantic for her. She's just one of the more interesting people I've met in my life. That is all. No more, no less."

"I-I understand. B-but you have to admit that she's very pretty." Lizzie said nervously. Ciel nodded hesitantly.

"Yes. She is quite pretty. A bit young, though, at only 12 years of age. Her charm comes almost entirely from her naiveté

She was gullible enough to go off with Viscount Druitt, who got her drunk and was about to rape her. She left, and apparently, he didn't follow her. Sebastian will need to have a talk with her about not going anywhere with weird strangers, or any strangers."

"Why don't you have that talk with her?" Lizzie asked scathingly. "She seems to be quite smitten with you."

"I can't imagine why. I not only took her away from the only home she ever knew. I also killed her entire so-called family, and held a gun to her head. She has little if any reason to be as you say smitten with me."

"You held a gun to her head!? How could you!?" Lizzie asked, appalled at Ciel's declaration. Ciel smirked.

"It's a long story. I told her that she had a choice to make. The gun was more… Symbolic of the choice she had to make in such a pressured situation."

"So you didn't really hold a gun to her head? Or was it a fake gun?"

"No, it was a real gun. In fairness, it wasn't loaded. I had no intention of killing her. Like I said, the gun was a metaphor for the pressure she was under. The metaphorical, or in this case the literal gun to her head."

"Oh, well… That makes everything alright. Did you really think putting a gun to a little girl's head was a good idea!? What if you really did load it but forgot that you had! What if you shot her and killed her! Are you insane!"

"Given the fact that I sold my soul to a Demon in exchange for revenge against the people who killed my family? Yes." Ciel said flatly without a hint of a smile. But then he looked repentant for a moment.

"I am sorry I held the gun to her head. I never wanted her to become smitten with me as you say. It was never my intention.

I'm flattered by her feelings for me. But I can't return them. I already have someone I'm interested in." Ciel said smugly. Lizzie gasped.

"I never would have thought you could be such a romantic, Ciel." Lizzie said, kissing Ciel. Ciel shrugged at this.

"I guess it took the loss of my humanity to find my romantic side. Quite an irony in that, isn't there? It took becoming a monster to become more human." Ciel said with an earnest laugh. Lizzie laughed along with him, which drew the servants and Sieglinde toward them. Slowly, the whole group was laughing, though only Ciel and Lizzie understood why they were laughing. Even Sebastian found that he was laughing at whatever joke had been made, if only to blend in.

Then he realized that not only was Ciel actually laughing at a joke that had nothing to do with killing someone, death of some kind, torture or other morbid or otherwise callous subject, but he didn't need to laugh in this company since they all knew he and Ciel were demons.

Even Sieglinde knew now. Sebastian was a little worried. It was true that the servants wouldn't tell anyone. They were contractually bound by Contractus Sanguinus. Lizzie probably wouldn't tell anyone, or at least if she did, most people wouldn't believe her. The few that would likely couldn't do anything significant. Lau and Ran-Mao wouldn't talk, and the Shinigami couldn't talk.

Sieglinde, though, Sebastian liked as much as a Demon could like any human. But she was young and didn't have the best grasp of the real world, considering that she had gotten most of her knowledge of love from romance novels, leading her to assume that Sebastian and Ciel were going to both have sex with her. Frankly, Sebastian didn't trust Sieglinde. There was a way to bind a human to a Demon's will without forming a Contractus Sanguinus Proper.

But it still required that the human drink some of the Demon's Blood. The difference was that the Demon didn't expend their own Will. Their Blood caused the human to involuntarily expend some of their much weaker Will, and as such, although the human's will was subjugated in the face of the Demon's, they were not considered Culled, and were not immortal or inhumanly powerful. They were what was known as a Blood Servant.

The Demon's will became so inviolate that the human would go as far as to stop breathing if the Demon commanded their servant to die. Sebastian was pretty sure that Ciel wouldn't command any of his servants to die. But it was a distinct ability of the Demon in the face of their servants.

"Miss Sullivan, how would you like to make a Blood Contract with my Young Lord? Your contract with him would not be the same as that of his servants. But you would be contractually bound to him as completely as they."

"So I would become immortal like they are!?" Sieglinde asked excitedly. Sebastian shook his head, though.

"No. First of all, you are far too young to become immortal.

Second of all, there is more than one type of Demonic contract. The one I suggest you take would make you more of a Blood Servant. It would mark you as the Demon's property, so to speak. Then you could make a new one when you came of age. It is entirely up to you."

"I'll do it! I'll be Ciel's servant!" Sieglinde said excitedly. Then she stopped. She didn't know much about cooking or cleaning. She had never needed to before. Her servant, Wolfram had always cooked for her. Ciel looked at her suspiciously.

"Are you certain that you want to be my servant? If you became my servant, my Will would be inviolable. In other words, if I gave you a command, you would literally be unable to disobey." Ciel asked. Sieglinde smirked at him.

"Are you suggesting a threesome? I knew you had a dirty mind, Master." She said, her smile growing wider. Ciel shook his head. Meanwhile, Lizzie looked horrified.

"No! It's a long story. I could explain it if I had fifteen minutes or so." Ciel said, regaining his composure. Lizzie and Sieglinde both looked at him expectantly.

"Okay. Give us your long story." Lizzie said irritably.

"Well, Culled have to a lesser extent many of the same powers as the Demon they serve. And though they aren't nearly as unbeatable as a Demon, they will never die of old age or disease. They are stronger, faster, tougher and sturdier than a human.

A Blood Servant has the same contractual obligation to obey the Demon, but they don't gain immortality or Demonic powers. However, they are marked as property of the Demon, but not in the way that Sieglinde's smile seems to suggest she thinks.

Demons often keep normal human servants to allay suspicions of the rest of the world. They often come from the upper crust of society so that the Demon can live comfortably while in the human world. In my case, for the most part, I don't need humans to bring in money. I have all that I need. However, friends would not go unappreciated."

"Young Master. You're being quite sentimental today. I never realized that you were so caring and generous. Your kindness truly overwhelms this humble servant."

"Shut up, Sebastian." Ciel said irritably. Sebastian smirked, and bowed, stepping back. Ciel looked at Sieglinde to ask once more if she was sure about this. Sieglinde nodded confidently. So Ciel looked at Sebastian, who told him the details telepathically.

Cut your hand, or wrist, it does not matter. Then have her drink some of your Blood. But make sure you don't expend any of your Will. She will do that for you. Assuming that you don't use your Will, then hers will involuntarily be expended.

"Sieglinde, come over here." Ciel said. Sieglinde walked over to Ciel, and waited. Ciel then took a blade and cut his wrist, then held it out, telling Sieglinde to drink the Blood. Though momentarily repulsed, Sieglinde drank the drop of Blood, gasping at the ecstatic sensation that she felt. Slowly, Ciel's Contract Mark appeared on the back of Sieglinde's neck.

"Sieglinde Sullivan. Do you swear never to reveal my secret to anyone under consequence of termination?" Ciel asked. Sieglinde replied in the affirmative.

"Do you swear to serve me as your master?"

"Yes, Master." Sieglinde responded.

"And to never act in a way that would directly or indirectly threaten me?"

"I do."

"Excellent. Then our Contract is sealed." Ciel replied with a slightly grim smile. Sebastian smiled, though he knew that the contract hadn't gone completely as planned. Ciel would find out eventually. But Sebastian couldn't make the contracts for him. And Ciel had to learn how to be a proper Demon eventually. Ciel was intelligent, and would learn quickly.