Sebastian walked back to the manor slowly. "I have nothing now. I have no more purpose," he thought to himself.
As he approached the building, he felt eyes on him. "Clara, come out now."
Clara jumped out of her tree. She didn't appear surprised that Sebastian was able to detect her. She glared at him, her eyes flaming. "You've lost him."
Sebastian said nothing. He tried to walk past Clara, but she grabbed him tightly by the arm.
"You've lost our master. He's gone."
"Yes."
Clara burst into a fit of screams. "How could you do this to us? Master Ciel was our only reason left for existing and now you tell me you've just let him die? YOU IDIOT!" Clara clenched her fists and looked away. "What in devil's name are we going to do now?" She paused for a moment before grabbing hold of Sebastian's hand and tearing off his white glove. She stared at the smooth skin. "Where is your brand, Sebastian?" She asked. "It was right here, and now it's gone."
"Clara, that was a brand of my contract. That is now non-existent because my master no longer exists."
Clara gave a small snort. "Well, I suppose all is well for Sebastian Michaelis, isn't it? Now you're free to form contracts, and consume your fill of human souls once again! Hurrah for Sebastian!" She turned to walk away.
"All is not well for Sebastian Michaelis."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Clara, don't you understand? I spent years with Ciel Phantomhive, waiting on him hand and foot, all for the reward of his soul. I was and still am so obsessed with that soul, I can not tear myself away from it." He sat down on a stone bench next to the path and put his head in his hands.
"Sebastian, you are a demon. You do not discriminate between souls, so by god, why don't you pull yourself together?" Clara left for the manor fuming, leaving Sebastian alone.
"But I can't just pull myself together."
Sebastian felt strange. Throughout his entire existence as a demon, he had embraced it. From the moment his life as a human was over, he enjoyed every part of being a demon, from the super-human abilities to the consumption of souls. He enjoyed the apathy, the lack of conscience that came over him when he came to hell. But it was all slipping away now. Without Ciel's soul he had nothing. He would never again devour another soul, he would never again throw his knives, he would never again pet a kitten. "Demons don't fail," Sebastian whispered. "But I have." He felt something wet on his face. He touched his cheek with an ungloved hand and something red came away. "Tears," Sebastian said. "Demons don't cry."
Okay, so I think I've figured out how to include notes from the author, so here's one. I hope you like the story so far! It's my first fanfic so I would greatly appreciate any constructive criticism! I'm a freshman in high school so I may not be able to update regularly because of all the work, but I'll do my best! Luv Ya!