Ciel's P.O.V.
One Year Later:
Ciel Phantomhive was supposed to die many years ago, he was supposed to die in his early teenage years. Death was supposed to come and take him, it would have been glorious, blissful, and then nothing. He dreamed about it, he accepted it, and very rarely feared the idea of it; thinking back it was saddening that such a young child would crave the feel of death so badly, but he had been a child who endured so much. Now at eighteen years old he could only resent the world; his plan had not gone the way that it should have. The one who killed his parents and burned his home had not destroyed him, the ones who held him imprisoned had not killed him, his demon had never devoured his soul, and the man with the knife in the alleyway hadn't stabbed deeply enough. He had scars both in the physical and the mental, they only added one on top of the other, but never leading him to that blissful darkness that he dreamed of. His demon would not kill him, could not kill him because of his own faulty pathetically human emotions. He did attempt several times last year to take his own life, but Sebastian refused to let him go; refused to leave him to himself until Ciel began to act less depressive. Most people would possibly feel comforted being this loved, having somebody who would literally give their lives for you, but Ciel only saw it as a curse. He loved the demon, he always had; his demon was the angel of mercy meant to bring his life to an end, he was his protector, and his greatest weapon. He'd been his only friend and the only being he could trust for so many years until he had disappeared without a word only to return and confess his affections for the earl. He felt it was a curse to have this powerful demon love him, this beautiful darkly immaculate man; this creature not of this world. He often pondered what life would have been like if his parents had not been murdered, if he had not come from a long line of foolish young men making deals with Demons and Reapers in order to seek and obtain power and revenge.
He imagined that he would have had a happy childhood; his loving parents, his aunt would have lived. He would have been a mentally and emotionally stable young adult who would have been able to return Elizabeth's love. They would have married and had children of their own, he would have grown old and died of natural causes at the end of a beautiful but dull average life.
He smiled; it sounded boring.
No this version of his life was much more intricate, interesting, and aged his mind and soul far beyond his young body. He just wanted his story to end, that was all that he wished and each time he begged that of his demon he could see the conflicted, confused pain in those red eyes. In a way he felt bad for him, felt bad that he was the cause of the demon's emotional conflict. He still occasionally hated the beast, hated how much he wanted his company, craved his touch, and the feel of hot breath against his bare flesh. He craved him, needed him, and God damn him for it; he loved him.
That was why he was here now, in this horrible area full of people he knew hated him. This small area of London full of people he had sent to jail, ruined their lives and the lives of their loved ones. People who watched him as he walked among them; they watched him with wide angry eyes wondering just how dare he cross their paths. It hadn't taken very long for two men to confront him, two men he vaguely remembered, but they remembered him very well. He was grateful it hadn't taken long, he knew soon Sebastian would notice he was gone, and he would come to find him a task that would take no time at all. Yes he felt a bit guilty doing it this way, but if the demon wouldn't and he couldn't do it himself then this was his only choice.
He taunted and insulted the two men; one grabbed him pinning his arms behind his back expecting that he would struggle, but he did not. The other hit and kicked him while screaming at him for ruining his life and taking his family away from him. Ciel stood there smiling occasionally laughing at each hit and kick, his laughter only angered the man further. Before long there was a gun pointed right at his heart, the man asked him to beg, to beg for forgiveness, but he only spit at the man's feet and told him to rot in Hell.
Being shot hurt, he knew that, but this hurt much more. A sharp pain that quickly spider webbed into a burning pain all through his chest. His breathing labored, he could taste blood in his mouth, his arms were numb, and his breathing quickly became shallow. The man holding him released him allowing him to drop to the ground. The men stood around him making sure he was dead; Ciel did his best to die quietly. Tried to remain there lifelessly on the ground, but as the darkness crept he felt his marked eye burn and he could feel the name welling up in his throat.
"S-Sebastian"
A dying whisper was the man's name falling from his bloodied lips.
He gave a weak little smile when the world grew even darker, not the darkness of his impending death, but the darkness of Hell. The darkness of his demon coming to his aid; Sebastian hardly looked like he normally did, no this was different. This was the real him and he was so horrifically beautiful.
Before him, behind the two men who stood still staring down at Ciel stood a tall looming figure; large tattered black wings sprouting from its back, the creature's skin was as white as snow, his body was clad in black clothing, his feet clad in black boots with long pointed heels, his eyes glowed brightly, a mouth pulled into a snarl showing rows of razor sharp teeth, and clawed fingers wrapped around the throats of the men. Their eyes bulged and they opened their mouths to scream, but claws pierced their skin ripping away flesh; the demon dropped the bodies to the ground. He moved closer to the dying man, the man he had considered his lover for what seemed like centuries. He knelt before the man cradling his head in his clawed hand, something in his eyes changed. The rage was gone, the snarl was gone; he looked ashamed, scared, confused, and so lost like he couldn't understand this. Ciel could only laugh, it came out weak and turned into a coughing fit as blood spilled from his drying lips. He felt cold, light headed, and sick; life faded from him and the last thing he saw was that immaculate face of the demon who could never take his life.