December 14, 1885
As he promised, Vincent took Ciel to the fair. The weather was nice and warm, fairground wasn't crowded, and Ciel and Rachel were both happy. All of them were having fun. Lastly, Vincent was relieved from stress and his duties even for few hours. Nothing could go wrong on that day, but something tugged at Vincent's mind. It was enough to make him fret, but he didn't try to make it noticeable.
Around three in the afternoon, there was nothing to do at the fairground, so Vincent and Rachel decided it was head back. As they were leaving, Ciel pointed and claimed he saw a glimpse of a hooded figure, dressed just like a person in his dream. But when Vincent turned toward the direction, he didn't see anyone who dressed oddly. He squinted his eyes for few seconds, then the family hurried home.
Later that day, Ciel was playing alone with Sebastian, his dog, in the garden. They ran wildly in zigzags and explored the area. Sebastian suddenly stopped running, faced towards the mansion, and started growling with his fur sticking out. Sebastian soon started running toward the mansion. Startled, Ciel stared at the dog for ten seconds then faced the mansion. He spotted a glimpse of a cloaked figure in his parents' bedroom and continued to stare until he saw a flash of light and black, smothering smoke coming out of the window. Ciel sprinted toward the mansion with all his might. The mansion was engulfed in crimson flames. Ciel somehow managed to find his way to where he saw the person.
The bedroom was appalling enough for Ciel to throw up. Sebastian's entrails had been scattered all over the floor, burning along with the furniture. His empty carcass had been tossed carelessly on one side. Tanaka was knocked out cold on one side. Rachel and Vincent Phantomhives were screaming in agony, even though fire wasn't close enough, and no other physical harm was present. Their earsplitting screams seemed to amuse the group of Death Eaters. Ciel soon started screaming as well.
One by one, Death Eaters turned toward Ciel and started talking in raspy voices.
"Is this him?"
"He doesn't look like much."
"Should we kill him? I'm getting fed up with torturing childr–"
"He's still a son of the Queen Victoria's Watchdog."
"Doesn't mean he's worth our time. Look at this sickly, scrawny brat."
"We can make use of him by breaking him then throwing him out on the streets, showing Muggles even the Aristocrat of Evil is powerless before us."
"Fine. Crucio!"
Ciel passed out as pain seared throughout his body, blocking all other senses other than pain.