Wow, this was probably the quickest I've ever updated anything in ever! I feel little bit accomplished, though I still have more studying to do, and more finals to fail. -_-'

Enjoy everybody~

I DON'T OWN KUROSHITSUJI!

"Now just rest here for a bit, alright Sebastian?"

"I assure you that I am completely fine, I do not need to rest. We have a guest coming do we not? I have to help prepare-" Sebastian began to protest before the elderly man cut him off calmly.

"I'm sure we can mange by ourselves, I'll just have Finny finish up in the garden, you just rest up a bit, you have a rather nasty bump on your head after all." Tanaka assured his fellow butler, patting him on the head before making his way out of Sebastian's room and back to his own butler duties.

Sebastian sighed, two years have passed and he still hasn't gotten the hang of the strange mannerisms of the upper world.

Sebastian-no, Felicitas was never good with new experiences, not at all like his older tiwn, Fatin.

Felicitas got a horrid taste in his mouth at the thought of his elder twin, Fatin made everything look easy and was always the apple of mother's eye, it had been that way since they'd hatched. Fatin was a demon of lust -like mother- while Felicitas himself, took after their father, a demon of sloth. It was natural that Fatin would be the more active of the two, however there were times that even Felicitas got irritated at how his own accomplishments always seemed to get overshadowed by Fatin's.

When Felicitas learned to tolerate the harsh pure air of the upper world, Fatin learned to shape-shift and was already starting to live among their prey.

When Felicitas learned to shape-shift, Fatin learned to communicate properly with them and began his first contract.

When Felicitas completed his first contract and brought back his first human soul, Fatin brought three souls simultaneously without so much as a deal!

Felicitas hated that he was seen as the lessor of the two when according to demon lore, he and Fatin were to be of equal strength, he thought that he'd never be able to beat his brother at anything, until now-

Ciel Phantomhive, a soul that was tainted with hatred and vengeful thoughts, yet still completely untouched by man's more harsher sins. A soul that was both pure and tainted at the same time, any demon's ideal soul rolled up in an adorable young lord package.

Felicitas chuckled darkly, recalling the look on Fatin's face when he learned of the contract...

"Felicitas, Lord Satan has summoned you, get ready immediately and do not keep him waiting," commanded a woman-like creature, with long black hair and horns, that had wings for hands. A figure that also had winged hands yet had a brownish tint to them emerged, shaking its feathers of some strange liquid.

"...Yes mother," it said reluctantly as it slowly made its way to the window and the meeting point.

"Fatin will meet you there and accompany you home, don't slow him down, he's only here for a small time before he has to go back for his contract." The small bird-thing sighed quietly, not liking the idea of being accompanied home by 'Fatin' in the slightest.

"...Yes mother," it said one last time before it jumped out the window and flew away.

'Why does Fatin have to accompany me home, I'm not a hatchling!' The bird complained to itself. Fatin was starting to always make Felicitas nervous nowadays, given, it had been like that since they reached maturity, but it was starting to become more over-powering these past couple centuries. Fatin was a demon of lust, so it was only natural that he would be seductive in every sense of the word, Felicitas understood this of course- but what bothered him was the fact that Fatin felt the need to 'practice his moves' on Felicitas.

Felicitas hated when his twin came out of nowhere and held him for no reason other than to make him squirm.

Felicitas downright despised it when his twin whispered sweet things to him just to see if he would chirp like a mere hatchling!

-But, what made it all the more dreadful was that his twin wasn't quiet about it either!

The shameless hussy showed off to mother every chance he got! It got to the point where even mother started to tease that the two should mate, giving Fatin that much more material to irk Felicitas with.

"At least you won't have to worry about surviving on your own dear, Fatin will be a good provider towards you and your hatchlings~"

Felicitas grudgingly admitted that he was not so good with contracts and the human needs that came with it, he was awkward and not so smooth, he was a demon of sloth after all, he just couldn't help it! It didn't help that he was smaller than most male demons either...

It had always been like that, ever since he was born. In fact, when he hatched mother had mistaken him for a female because he was just so tiny and feminine! It only got worse, in his opinion, as he grew.

Felicitas knew that he was what demons considered to be 'pretty'. It wasn't surprising considering that his mother was one of hell's most gorgeous lust demons. He had often been courted by peers, both male and female alike. It irked him to no end to know that most only approached him with the thought of mating in mind. He hated it when friends would come over and offer him gifts, like souls and severed heads or when they would touch him far too much for his liking.

Most of them seemed to all but vanish after Felicitas rejected their advances. However there were rare occasions that someone would stay even after being rejected, but even that didn't last very long for then that would cause Fatin to begin to act a little strange, well stranger than usual.

During the few times he was home and Felicitas had company Fatin would cling to Felicitas, setting him on his lap or showering him with too much affection in front of them. It was like he mocking them by freely touching what they couldn't have, which he probably was, much to Felicitas' displeasure. It usually ended horribly, with the friend leaving with their tail between their legs, never to be seen again-

All the while Fatin stood tall and proud, marveling at his self-proclaimed 'victory' at having chase away yet another of Felicitas' would-be suitors.

It always stung when they left, not a single one of them seemed to want to be his friend simply because they liked him for him and not for his features...

Felicitas sometimes wished that hell followed the ways of the surface world more. In hell, gender did not matter, not like up in the surface world, a demon could produce with whoever struck their fancy at the time.

It was rare that demons picked only one partner, almost unheard of, but it did happen. Mother and father were a good example of that, Felicitas himself never met his father, but from what he heard of people who knew him, he was a great demon, charismatic for a sloth. He had also been told that it was his father who he inherited his strange green colored eyes from, those green eyes happened to be what lured his mother in and kept her there for nearly eons...

However, the eyes where the only thing he inherited, all the rest was purely his mother.

Fatin was a different story, the only thing he got from mother were her eyes, while the rest of his features were father's. Even the famed charisma father was so known for seemed to rub off on Fatin as he could easily woo even the most prude of demons into doing whatever he wished them to!

These traits were what helped Fatin quickly climb Hell's social ladder, making him a respected and some times feared member of hell's grand counsel. He was right up there with that man, the one who devoured all of hell's mysteries, the king of the puzzle eaters (1).

In short, Fatin and Felicitas were polar opposites, they didn't even look same! Fatin was a prime example of a demon while Felicitas was-

Well...

He was lazy and tiny, in his mother's words, he was more suited to being the 'wife' than the 'husband'. A fact that Fatin didn't miss, Fatin always made it his mission to remind Felicitas that he wasn't good at collecting souls and that Fatin himself was obviously better at everything he did!

'Not much I can do about it now, I might as well get this over with now than later.' Felicitas thought tiredly as he swooped down in front of a black castle. Two guards stood in front of the doors, both hulking with the heads of bulls, the young sloth demon walked carefully towards them.

"Our lord has been expecting you, mind yourself and be grateful you have gotten a shred of his attention, sloth." One of them snarled, Felicitas nodded solemnly, the Minotaurs grunted approval, moving out of the way while opening the doors.

"Be quick and don't touch anything!" Was the last thing Felicitas heard of the two as the doors closed with a mighty slam. The sloth demon proceed to the audience hall quickly, the sooner he got done and left meant less time his annoying brother could tease and mess with him-

"My, My~ If it isn't my pretty brother Feli~"

'Speak of it, and evil shall come running.' Felicitas thought exasperatedly as a pair of black wing-like arms wrapped around him, pulling him towards a broad chest.

"It's Felicitas, and let go of me you fool, this isn't the time or the place for your idiotic games Fatin!" The sloth demon hissed as he yanked himself out of his brother's arms. The lust demon chuckled, fixing his clothes that got slightly rumpled during the exchange.

"Says the one who looks like he just got out of bed," he teased as he started to mat down the other's feathers that stuck up haphazardly.

"I can do this myself, stop touching me!" This time Felicitas started to swat at the bigger demon who merely stood there unaffected. Felicitas glared at those amused crimson orbs and that smug smirk, getting ready to lash out at him and teach him a lesson once and for all-

"What are you two doing?" A dark voice that sent chills down the spine demanded, Felicitas turned to see Lucifer staring at them with a displeased frown marring his surprisingly beautiful face. Felicitas immediately dropped to his knees, bowing lowly to the king of darkness.

"My most Unholy Lord," he greeted nervously, silently cursing his brother for embarrassing him in such a way.

"Rise young sloth, I have a request to make of you." The king of Hell commanded blandly, lacking the usual flare and dominance that he always held in his tone. A fact that Felicitas did not miss as he looked at the devil in question, what could be so bad that had even Satan disturbed?

"I have a contract for you, a big one." Felicitas' eyes widened, a big contract- for him! ?

"R-Really my lord? !" A big contract meant more time on the surface world, something that every demon strove for, the upper world was such interesting place with its life forms and their customs, always different! Much more exciting than the dark, dreary and un-changing underworld and its people.

"Yes I have need for you, well more believably, I need you to fulfill an agreement between myself and a human." The devil explained, Felicitas looked curiously while Fatin narrowed his eyes in suspicion, already having some sort of clue as to what was going on.

"What sort of agreement is that my lord?" Felicitas asked hesitantly, fearing that this trip to the surface world might be too good to be true. Lucifer gave a guff grunt as he shifted about irritably, seemingly annoyed, possibly even angered.

"I have promised this human a contract with the most successful demon in hell, your brother, however he is still currently obligated to another and cannot preform this task. To avoid any complication I convinced this human to take up a contract with you instead. You shall go to the surface world and serve this human as you would any other contract, however I must warn you that this not like any other. This human is...Special for better word, his name is Ciel Phantomhive, of England." Felicitas grinned gleefully, showing his fangs as an image of a young boy with eyes the color of blue gems appeared before him.

"Be warned young sloth, this boy seeks something that may be connected with an angelic cult. It will be a difficult and long task to accomplish." The sloth when rigged at the shocking information, holding back a gulp as a lump formed in his throat.

Angels could be involved?

Angels, those self-righteous hypocrites that didn't even bat an eye lash as they slaughtered demon after demon? Felicitas had never seen one in his three centuries of life, but he heard many things of them, how they stole food from the mouths of young demons, how the tortured demons just for the fun of it, even how they the shamed and humiliated them every chance they got before killing them slowly and painfully. Angels where beings that any sane demon would be wary of fighting, they would not think twice about killing anything they some much as thought was evil.

"If I may have a word my lord," Felicitas' worried thinking was cut off by the tone of Fatin's voice. He glanced up at his brother's face to see a sort of look that he never thought he would ever see on his brother's face. Instead of the usual cocky and arrogant smirk, there was a displeased, almost downright rueful, frown marring his face.

"What is it, lust demon Fatin?" The devil asked irritably, most likely knowing what he wanted going by how displeased he appeared.

"Are you sure that Feli should be the one to fulfill this mission? There are plenty of other demons that could probably get the job done better in half the time it would take Feli. Why just at the last court meeting, did that man not say he wanted to-?"

"I refuse to give Neuro any chance to wreck havoc upon the upper world. He's too wild, he won't abide by the surface laws, I can already see those accursed Arc-angels chomping at the bit at the chance to destroy more of our brethren. Felicitas is the best choice we have right now, it will be him or none at all!" The devil hissed in finality, Fatin could only sigh wearily. The devil word was law, no one but he could ever change it..

"When shall I head out my lord?" Felicitas asked excitedly, his spirit not dampened in the slightest, angels or not, the surface world was a far too great an opportunity to past up, let alone the soul of this 'Ciel Phantomhive'.

The boy look absolutely mouthwatering, with such sad and broken eyes just filled to the brim with despair! Felicitas always favored the taste of despair, it was more bitter than anger yet sweeter than regret. Just the prefect combination of emotions that kept Felicitas full for a good while.

Telling by how Ciel Phantomhive looked, he would keep Felicitas full for a long time.

"You shall set out as soon as possible, gather all that you will need and leave quickly. You will have a lot of ground to cover with this one." Lucifer declared, vanishing in a puff of black flames.

Felicitas hummed in delight, walking out of the dark castle with his head held high. He would be going to the surface, and what's more, the soul he would be getting was far more superior to the scraggly sickly ones that demons of his class were use to getting!

"Do calm yourself dear brother, your plumage is showing. Though that isn't entirely a bad thing from where I'm looking..." The demon of lust purred, stroking the ruffled feathers of the smaller's neck, sending far from pleasant shivers down the sloth's spine.

"I am in no mood for your sexual harassment Fatin, let us just return home so that I may prepare for my contract in peace." Felicitas snapped as he took to the sky with Fatin not to far behind.

"...You know you really don't have to do this Feli," Fatin spoke as he caught up with his younger twin. Felicitas snorted, promptly ignoring Fatin as he focused on flying.

"I mean it Feli, you don't have to do this, it's far too dangerous for you," Fatin tried again.

"Even if I didn't have to I'd still do it, this soul is far too prime to give up." Felicitas insisted, looking at his brother with a annoyed look in his eyes.

"If you want better souls then I could get you some, there is no need for you to risk your life for something like this-"

"I don't want your help and I certainly don't need your pity either! I am perfectly capable of collecting my own food!"

"-Yet it was originally intended for me, you and I are not the same. You can't handle this sort of thing on your own, you'll be angel feed before you come even close to finishing this contract. Dear Feli do not be so stubborn, let someone more qualified handle this-"

"Oh, forgive me for not knowing my place then dear brother, it was not my intention to cause you even more unnecessary envy just because this time I will be the one with the bigger haul. I hope you can forgive this lowly sloth for trying to rise above it's humble standing." Felicitas said coldly, ignoring the slight sting in his chest at having been talked down to by his twin.

"I am not doing this out of envy you foolish creature! I am merely concerned for your safety, maybe you would see that if you didn't act like a spoiled brat!"

"Maybe I wouldn't be a spoiled brat if you didn't always act like I have no sense at all Fatin! I am sick of you always looming over me, flaunting your accomplishment right in my face! If you have time to criticize me then you certainly have time to get back to your own contract and mind your own damn business for a change!" Felicitas snarled as he flew away faster, leaving his brother in the dust...

Mother had not been happy to see that Felicitas had come back first without Fatin, but the young sloth hardly gave it second thought, choosing to head straight for his room and grab all that he needed for his trip. The soon he got out of there the better, he needed time away from hell and it's suffocating atmosphere.

It had nothing to do with the fact that he just didn't want to see Fatin before he left at all.

So it really didn't bother him when he came out to say his farewells to mother that Fatin was waiting for him right at the portal to the surface world. He pointedly ignored the frigged aura his brother was giving off, and bided his mother farewell, promising to return with the flowers she so adored. Looking back to see her grinning manically steeled his resolve.

But what really spurred him was the look on Fatin's face-

It was one of pure unmistakable fury.

Felicitas laughed humorously, in all the months that he had been here, he never once came across an angel. In fact, the only thing that made Felicitas nervous were Ciel's aunts and his betrothed and those accursed cats.

Though Felicitas was beginning to suspect that those things would make anyone quiver in their boots.

It seemed that all of the women in Ciel's family were at least some level of mentally unstable, and those vile felines were fiercer than any hell hound! Other than that, nothing really seemed too serious that not even a little demon magic couldn't solve it.

This not only proved that Felicitas wasn't in over his head but that all of Fatin's worrying had been for naught. Felicitas knew that he shouldn't get ahead of himself, but in all honesty, he really didn't feel that there was anything, besides the house work, that he couldn't handle. Sure there were the occasional Kidnappers, but they were all too easy to subdue, most just fainted at the sight of Sebastian coming back to life from being shot multiple times.

Felicitas knew not to let his guard down, that there was still the chance that anything could happen, but for now-

Sebastian could just sit back and let the tragic tale that was known as Ciel Phantomhive's life unfold.

Aw, that's just sad, why can't you see that your brother truly cares about you Feli? T~T

By the way, I think in Latin-

Fatin meas charming or seductive

Felicitas means luck or fortune.

I could be mistaken, so if I am, I am sorry! I carefully chose the names for these two, I wanted something that sounded evil, yet at the same time, kinda sexy.

1- I am a big fan of Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, I just had to include him somewhere!

Well, that's it for me tonight, actually it's more like morning now -_-.

I really gotta stop doing my writings so late at night!

Anyways, see you later lovelies~