An: extremely hard to write from Sebastian, he is incredibly tight lipped, and more sentimental than people give him credit for.
Sebastian watched the events unfold before him with a strange combination of amusement, annoyance and sadness. He was amused at humans, annoyed at the interlude before he could claim his prize, and a little sad at the pain the goodbye was giving the two people in front of him.
Over the long years in his service to his young master he had learnt something of human emotions, even gained the ability to feel them to some extent though it was embarrassing to admit it. He could understand the situation that was unfolding around him, including his own hand in the matter.
The contract was complete, the revenge had been carried out and it was time for the prize to be claimed. He agreed with his lord that the end had rather snuck up on him, even he had expected it to last long enough for the marriage ceremony.
He had wanted to waste no time in claiming the boy's soul, however the wish that remained - though unspoken – was something he could give his master. He would never say it out loud, but he had a soft spot for this particular contractor.
The matters were settled with Her Majesty. Elizabeth would inherit all the Phantomhive property as a last gift to a subject who had served her well. All the loose ends were being tied up in preparation for the last goodbye.
'Till death do us part,' was that the line it was supposed to end with? He found that rather amusing, his master had been dead to begin with.
He did not hate Lady Elizabeth; in some respects he was even grateful to her – though she could be annoying. She only cared about his contractor, only wished to make him happy; her influence had added another dynamic to the delectable soul he could finally claim as his.
He would not eat it though; he could no longer do that.
Demons are incapable of love, much in the same way as his young master, however they are capable of great respect if there was a being that deserved it. His master had earned his.
When the revenge had been completed, the young earl had not begged for his life or an extension of the contract, as so many of his previous contractors had been known to do. Instead he had simply smiled and waited for Sebastian to end it. The contract allowed the demon a glimpse into the deepest desires of the human counterpart. Sebastian could hear his lord's desire to properly say good bye to Lady Elizabeth. Despite this the boy never asked for the extension, only waited to fulfil his end of the bargain.
How could he not grant such a noble soul its last wish?
This soul was too perfect to waste on a rushed meal. He would preserve the soul exactly as it was; maybe have it displayed in his own throne room for his aesthetic pleasure.
And maybe, just maybe, when Elizabeth died he would grant her her wish of reunion. It would not be in heaven, but even hell could be pleasant depending on the company.
'Till death do us part,' his master was already dead and, in a matter of speaking, so was he. Death had no power to separate a human and a demon contract, but maybe a demon had the power to use death to reunite this young couple? After all he did respect this fine soul, and he did harbour a small amount of gratitude for the other.
Well, he need not decide right now. Death meant nothing to him and nor did time, he had years to come to a decision.
Finally the young couple finished their goodbyes and Elizabeth fled from the pain of the parting.
Now it was time.
Carefully he gathered his master - no, the contract was finished - his Ciel into his arms. Gently, carefully so as not to damage it, he removed the much awaited soul from the fragile container that had harboured it.
Now he could return home with his prize intact. He would use the ring Elizabeth now carried to keep an eye on her, after all he was nothing if not a collector and it would be a shame to only have half the set.
'Till death do us part,' it was not said in front of God but a demon would have to do. He loved to show those reapers that sometimes 'death' was not so powerful as to destroy something as precious as love.