I know the last chapter was pretty short, so I made sure to make this one longer.

There's also some background info in this chapter about Sebastian! Yaaaay for background stories!

Ciel found a servant leaning over, wiping a glass table. The servant's back was to Ciel, and his chiton was scandalously short, which caused the blue-eyed boy to look away.

Ciel politely tapped the servant's shoulder, causing the servant to stand and turn around. The servant was a young boy about Ciel's age, and he had light blue eyes and unkempt blond hair. He looked at Ciel with interest and slight suspicion. "May I help you?"

"Sebastian, the tyrant's foster son, asked me to request a guest room from a servant."

"Sebastian asked you to do this?"

Ciel nodded, gazing steadily into the servant's eyes.

The blond's eyes narrowed. "Why? Who are you?"

"I was supposed to be sacrificed today…"

"Ah, yes, the human sacrifice. What happened? Why are you alive?"

Ciel blinked at the boy's confrontational approach. "Sebastian helped me out of it."

The boy's anger seemed only to increase. "Why? How?"

So Ciel told him. The event was public news now; all of Athens knew about it. It would make it to the newspapers tomorrow morning, he was sure of it.

The blond boy was shaking by the time Ciel finished the story. He turned on his heels and stomped off. Ciel hesitated but didn't follow the servant. He knew better than to follow a servant around.

How odd, Ciel thought.

So he found someone else – one wearing a chiton of a decent length and who wasn't a boy – and was led to a room. He sat on the bed and began to think.

I won't live here forever. I refuse to. I refuse to be Sebastian's eromenos – Sebastian's bitch. I need to figure things out. I have to figure out how to get out of here. Perhaps I have inherited something from my parents…

The boy set his head on the pillow and closed his eyes. Small tears made their way out of his closed eyes and down his cheeks as he thought of his parents and his current predicament, as he thought of how he was treated all day. He could feel things change inside of him. He could feel ice gather around his heart… He could feel a cold cage close around his heart, blocking it from anything warm, anything loving, anything like his parents.

Ciel knew he had changed forever. He knew he could never be the naïve, innocent boy he once was.

Ciel knew this would be the last time he cried.

And with that, he fell asleep.

Back in Sebastian's room, he still stood near the window, idly holding his sword in his hands and staring at the dark landscape in front of him.

A knock on the door caused the dark-haired male to blink, interrupted from his trance, as he cleared his throat and said, "Come in…"

The door creaked open, and Sebastian turned around to see the person who entered. It was Agatha, the witch. He sighed as he sheathed his sword and put it away. Probably a bad idea. "What do you want, Agatha?"

"Sebastian," she hissed as she drew closer to him, "what the hell were you thinking?!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about…"

"And I have no idea what you're planning, but this is bad, Sebastian! This is bad! Why would you save a child you don't even know?!"

"I told you he's my erome-"

"He is not your fucking eromenos!" Agatha screeched, now inches away from Sebastian, looking up at him but still very intimidating. "Don't play around with me, Sebastian! You know that ceremony was for our benefit! You're delaying our progress!"

Sebastian ran a hand through his hair. "Just find someone else…"

"He was the perfect target, Sebastian, and you know it!"

"Alright, alright…" Sebastian reasoned, gently cupping her face and tilting her head up, leaning down to kiss her.

Agatha snapped her head to the side, slapping Sebastian's hand away. "Don't even try your little games, Sebastian. They don't work on me anymore."

Sebastian chuckled and placed his hand on her waist, pulling her close. "They don't work anymore? What caused this sudden change of heart?"

Agatha's pale blue eyes narrowed. "You."

Sebastian blinked, feigning innocence. "Me? What might've I done to cause this unfortunate shift in emotion?"

Agatha laughed harshly, placing a hand on Sebastian's that was resting on her waist. "You're damn good at this, aren't you, Sebastian? What happened? Did your 'eromenos' refuse to have sex with you?" She placed her free hand on her chin, looking thoughtful. "Hmmm… I wonder why an eromenos would deny his erastes. Unless there really is no such relationship."

Sebastian nodded slowly. "You're right. He's not. He's not my eromenos… But he will be."

A flash of hurt crossed the woman's blue eyes as she whispered out, "Why?"

Sebastian's red eyes wavered from one blue eye to the other. "Darling, you know these relationships aren't… serious… They're merely for status and reputation."

"But you've had so many relationships that weren't 'serious,' Sebastian! Why can't you remain loyal to me?!"

Sebastian said nothing, continuing to stare into the witch's obviously pained eyes.

"We used to be lovers, Sebastian… Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember… But you need to consider who I am now."

Agatha swallowed thickly. "Ah, right. After the years of living beside one another, with both of us suffering through life and barely making it… After the years of the love we shared—"

"It wasn't love, Agatha. I told you I'm incapable of such a thing as love."

Agatha bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back her emotions. "It was love on my end."

"I understand that…"

"Have you forgotten our dream? To rule Greece, to be on top, to be above everyone else? To gaze down at Athens from the balcony of the palace… Have you forgotten, Sebastian?"

"I haven't…"

He did. He forgot everything. He got so caught up in the royal life he's living now that he forgot everything.

Agatha's mind flashed back years ago.

She had been sitting on the floor of her small modest house, eating dinner with her parents and four sisters. The family had been quiet for a long time, the mother throwing occasional glances at the father.

Finally, her father had spoken. "Agatha, as you know, our circumstances are… quite problematic at this time."

Agatha nodded, slipping a green olive into her mouth.

"So we've decided to sell you as a concubine to the tyrant…"

Her blue eyes widened at the news. "What…? But… But I won't be able to live with you…"

"I know, dear," the mother cut in. "But we need to make this sacrifice. For our good. For the good of your sisters. We need to live."

"What about me?!"

"You'll live a wonderful life," the father reasoned. "The tyrant will value you. You'll live in the palace. What more can a girl ask for?"

"But… What about Sebastian?"

The mother laughed. "Oh, dear, it's just young love… You'll find someone better than him."

Tears made their way to Agatha's eyes, but she refused to let them slip out. She refused to allow her parents to see her pain at their betrayal. She wiped her hands on her long chiton and stood, leaving the house and running to the house next door.

She knocked on the wooden door with both her fists, the tears now streaming down her face as she wept loudly.

It was Sebastian who opened the door, his red eyes shocked to see Agatha in this state. "Agatha?"

The blond young woman threw herself into the older male's arms and sobbed into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her trembling, shaking body steadily.

"What happened?" he asked quietly, burying his face in her sleek hair.

Agatha was silent for a long time before she finally lifted her head, staring into Sebastian's crimson eyes. "My family is selling me to Tyrant Peisistratos…"

Sebastian was silent as he nodded slowly, not saying anything. Agatha could see the coldness that had veiled the man's eyes. He was beginning to accept it. He was already beginning to get over her.

"But I'll find a way to make it work, Sebastian! We'll be together. I promise we will. Maybe… Maybe this is the gods' way to make our dream come true – our dream to rule Greece."

Sebastian nodded again before releasing Agatha, gently yet firmly pushing her out of the door. "Have fun with the tyrant."

Those words broke her, destroyed her… They plagued her mind every day and every night. Even as she lay with the tyrant, those words repeated in her mind, killing and ripping her apart from the inside. But those words also made her more determined than ever to maintain her relationship with Sebastian. She worked to be the tyrant's favored concubine, using her sly, clever nature to her advantage. She learned all about his previous wives, figured out everything he loved about them, and made all those qualities even better. The tyrant was completely head over heels for her, and when he discovered her talent in magic, he appointed her to be the witch of the palace.

Even though she was a witch, holding an official position on the executive board of Greece, the tyrant still requested her to his chambers every once in a while, reaffirming that she was, first and foremost, his possession.

With her power as a witch, she convinced him that there is a prophecy of blessing for him – a blessing through the adoption of a son. She described this son as having black hair, red eyes, and pale skin. She had said she would find this man for the tyrant.

And she had found him. She had held his hand as she introduced the silent Sebastian to the pleased, welcoming tyrant. No one would know her intentions… No one would know why she was holding his hand – no one would know the feelings that went through her as he squeezed her hand. No one would know that she snuck into this man's bedroom almost every night to be in the company of the love of her life.

Standing in front of Sebastian now, she blinked, stepping out of her trance. She grabbed Sebastian's collar and screamed, shaking him violently, "I brought you into this palace! I gave you this life! I made you royalty! It was all me! All me, Sebastian! All me!"

Sebastian leaned down and kissed her intimately, pulling away to whisper, "Shhh, Agatha. People will hear you."

"I don't care who hears me! It's the truth! And when you came into the palace, you forgot everything I did for you! You ignore me in the halls, in meetings, in public, as if you never knew me!"

"Agatha, you need to forget what was between us. You need to forget and move on… I'm not the same… person… I was before, and you know it."

Agatha was sobbing now, just like she was that night she ran into his arms to inform him of her parents' decision to sell her. She wiped her tears with her palm and slapped Sebastian with that same wet palm. "You bastard!"

With that, she took a deep, shaky breath and ran out of the room, her long blond hair slipping out of its tight bun and trailing down her hair as her sandals clacked against the marble floors.

Sebastian watched after her with cold eyes and a slight smirk. "Foolish human," he said, closing the door and heading back to the window.

Agatha was too easy… Too giving. She easily gave him herself. When he asked to see her naked body, she all too quickly removed her thin clothing, revealing her round, firm breasts, her slender waist, her flat stomach and curved hips. She all too easily revealed her smooth legs and everything between those legs.

She fell in love too easily, she kissed too easily, she cried too easily.

He was sick of it. He was sick of things coming too easily to him, especially as the tyrant's foster son, when anything and everything was given to him with a simple order.

And that's why his feelings for Agatha – if there were feelings at all – dwindled and completely faded away.

He wanted – needed – something different. He needed a challenge, a competition, a struggle.

As he peered out into the night, he thought of the blue-eyed boy.

The small smirk on his angled face widened.

Ciel Phantomhive.

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