Ciel stood at the edge of the crevice. He could feel the scorching heat from the flames below as he stared down into the depths. He liked it here. It was quiet, very different from the rest of hell, where the air was always buzzing with the screams of those being punished and the cries of the souls that have been forgotten. Here, the only sound that could be heard was the faint crackle of flames burning their ever-lasting fuel. Even though this place was comforting to Ciel, he still felt a slight shiver run up his spine when he thought of what the fire was burning. It was burning the bodies of demons that had given up hope. The very essence of the deceased demons was what kept the giant inferno ablaze.
"I wonder what it will feel like to die." Ciel thought to himself. He didn't really care whether it would hurt or not, as he had been though plenty of pain already and was quite used to it. What he found unsettling about being this close to his end was the fact that he wasn't even sure if it would truly be the end. Supposedly this was the only place demons could possibly die, but what if death weren't possible, even here?
He began to think of all the people he had left behind. He wondered what the servants, Mey-Rin, Finny, and Bard had done after Ciel left. He assumed that they had all found new positions working for another noble or perhaps as employees at a town business, but he had no real way of knowing. He thought of the time when he and Sebastian were rowing in the gondola and the warm regard people had held for Ciel was visible in the air. But from whom did it come from? "Whatever." Ciel thought. "It doesn't matter what they think of me now."
Suddenly, another thought hit him. "Oh god, what's become of Lizzie? What has she done to cope with my death?" Ciel tried to shake off the thought, but it was in vain. He felt the warm, red tears well up in his pink eyes. "How much am I going to cry? God Ciel, get it together!" But the tears still came. Ciel had been getting progressively worse at hiding his constant despair, and it had gotten to the point where he could no longer go two earth days without crying! It could be for a reason as simple as losing a pen or as petty as knocking over a vase. Sebastian could find the pen or repair the vase with no trouble at all. Still, the feeling of making yet another mistake however small it may be, was more than Ciel could bear. He brought his hand up to his face to wipe his eyes, and was yet again startled when he brought it away. He never seemed to get used to the fact that demons cry red tears. He thought of Lizzie with her beautiful long blonde hair and huge green eyes. He had had one last chance to see her before he was never allowed to look up to earth again. She was crying next to his empty coffin. After his parent's demise, most deaths didn't affect him, not even his own. Ciel wasn't particularly sensitive to the feelings of others, but he still felt a pang of guilt when he thought of Elizabeth. He wiped his red-stained hand on his plain black trousers and sniffed back his remaining tears. "Time to go." He said. He shimmied over to the edge where he hung his legs off the cliff, momentarily basking in the pain caused by the intense heat. He knew he deserved it. "Goodbye, everyone. I love you and I'm so sorry." At that moment, he heard a shout.
"Master!" He heard footsteps approaching.
"You're not saving me this time, Sebastian. Goodbye." Ciel took a deep breath and slid off the edge, falling down toward the flames below.
Sebastian reached the edge of the crevice and looked down after his doomed master in what might have been horror. "Master, why? Why the hell would you be so foolish?" Sebastian would have jumped in after his master in a heartbeat, but there was no way to save him. They would have both been burned away in that unholy place. He watched Ciel fall until he was no longer visible in the flames.