Author's note: So… another massive wait, eh? *bows for forgiveness* I'm so sorry it took so long! I suck at writing both action and endings and these last two chapters contain both! This one in particular was a massive bugger to write. Anyway, enough of my rambling. Please enjoy this next instalment!
Warnings: Sebaciel (although there isn't really anything), swearing, mention of rape and beaten up Sebastian.
That Butler, Trapped
As the trio stared up at the pair on the platform, Grey smirked cockily back down.
"Got to hand it to you, Earl, you certainly have some balls to pull what you just did! Throwing yourself to a rabid beast just to 'save' that filth beside you? Telling him you care about him? Madness and foolishness doesn't even begin to describe-"
"Just tell me what you want, you bastards!" the boy spat back, not wanting to hear the hateful slurs against his butler. "I know all about the angels' lies to mankind! I know it's in fact you that hate us! And I know you're behind what's going on here! Brainwashing the college girls! So just what are you planning?"
The angel sneered down momentarily at being interrupted before smirking again,
"What will I do about it? Well, of course, I'll-" Grey leapt into the air at the same time as Phipps, swords out as they dived down to the floor. Ciel cried out and felt himself pushed out of harm's way; turning back, he saw Grey slicing at Sebastian with deadly aim whilst Phipps landed on Sitri, pinning the larger demon.
"I'll make sure to wipe that smug little grin of your face!" the angel finished, now stabbing at Sebastian with furious speed.
Sebastian, who was still weak from the sigils, was sluggish and slow to respond. All he could do was dodge and block the many attacks coming at him. The demon winced when a blow struck his shoulder, slicing through leather and skin. Blood oozed down the demon's arm, which hung limply now. Sebastian pressed hard on the wound, biting his lip from pain, and glared at Grey,
"Sebastian!" Ciel cried out, dismayed at the sight. Grey cackled as he drove his sword straight at the slumped demon's heart.
Sebastian watched, panting hard, and just managed to wrench himself out of the way, earning a cut to his cheek in the process.
Grey tutted in annoyance and then glanced into the corner, noticing something. He smirked back at Ciel,
"Of course, we wouldn't dream of leaving you out of the fun, Earl!" he called over before clicking his fingers. Suddenly, two forms appeared from the shadows and held the earl's arms fast. Ciel gasped and struggled as he was pulled away,
"No! Sebastian!" he cried out, reaching to his butler. Sebastian spun around and his eyes widened at the sight of his master being dragged away.
"Young Master!" he roared, making to chase after them. But Grey was in front of him again, smirking again and blocking his path. Sebastian gave Ciel a desperate look as he tried to step around the angel, who simply danced back into the demon's way.
Ciel struggled more now, panicking as he realised Sebastian wouldn't be able to get to him.
"S-Sebastian!" he cried out, fear pitching his voice higher as he clawed desperately at those strong arms pulling him back.
"Young Master! Ciel!" the demon called out more, trying to battle madly through the smirking angel in his way. Ciel felt the cold air of the corridor as he was dragged backwards towards it,
"No… no! Sebastian!" the Earl cried, reaching out as he was taken through a doorway. He winced as the door was slammed shut and there was silence.
Sebastian stared at the door in dismay before turning on Grey, anger now fuelling his attacks. He snarled and lunged at the cocky white haired man before him, claws flexed ready to tear. But the demon was still too weak and too slow to keep up with the angel.
"Ugh!" Sebastian was pushed back again by Grey's latest swing. He lost his footing and fell over, landing hard on the ground. The demon winced in pain and panted heavily, staring up at Grey with unconcealed hatred.
Too drained and unable to do much but defend the angel's blows, who he guessed wasn't even using a quarter of his true power right now; Sebastian knew he needed help this time.
He looked over and saw Sitri too was being pushed back by Phipps, who had got the drop on the larger demon and had been mercilessly slashing at him ever since, leaving Sitri with no chance to retreat and bloodied trails over his chest, arms and legs. He heard Sitri grunt in pain behind him as Phipps thrust the demon prince back forcefully into the wall, pinning him there.
Realising that he would get no help there, Sebastian struggled back to his feet.
'This isn't good, at this rate we'll…' he thought, wiping blood from the side of his mouth. Growling low in frustration, Sebastian returned his glare to Grey, who smirked victoriously,
"Have you realised just how pathetically useless your resistance is now, scum?" the angel sneered. He grinned wider at the glowering silence he received before he gestured behind himself "Of course, it was obvious from the beginning. But why don't we let you both go out with a bang?"
Sebastian quirked an eyebrow and let his gaze follow Grey's hand up to the platform above them.
Two halfbreeds appeared and they were dragging chains behind them. A large wheeled cart followed them, with a figure on it who was pinned to a crucifix by her chains. Sebastian heard Sitri gasp,
"No…" the demon prince croaked faintly, Sebastian turned to glare at Grey,
"What exactly have you done to her?" he demanded. The angel scowled at him briefly with annoyance before grinning, leaning on his sword, pleased with his work,
"Oh not much, just helped her see common sense!" he said smugly. Sebastian felt Sitri growl behind him and watched as Rachel was taken down from her position.
Her form was different now; her true form, Sebastian realised. Taller than previously, with a much lither and more muscular form, she had long dark brown hair, along with a deeper, bronzed coloured skin. Her skin showed multiple wounds and scars, some old but some very fresh.
'No doubt, those angels tortured her in those rooms I saw until her mind broke' Sebastian thought, unperturbed. His gaze was brought up and he saw, above her head, a small crown burning; a matching one to the larger older one burning above Sitri's. A symbol of their relationship; Sebastian felt a little stab of envy.
Pushing this thought away, he refocused on the figure. Her clothes were simple cloth, a sarong covering her hips and a banding of cloth around her chest, the simple clothing humans wore millennia ago, designed for the heat and flexibility when hunting. This was further exemplified in the spear slung across her back and the large hunting knife at her side, the signs of a skilled hunter. A string of gems on a necklace, the only embellishment, showed her rank as princess within her tribe. No more of the housekeeper Rachel remained that Sebastian had known for a month; this was the original Jezebel.
Sebastian scowled as her eyes opened to show glowing milky-white irises and the chain around her neck glowed,
'She's been taken over by these bastards' he thought grimly.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Sitri was still staring dumbly at the figure of his precious human. Unmoving and unprepared to fight her when she was turned loose on them,
"Oh Jez… what have they done to you this time?" the demon prince muttered, face showing a flood of emotions.
'He's too involved emotionally for this fight. I need to get him to focus!' Sebastian realised.
"Sitri," he called out, as he crouched into a defensive position. "don't be fooled! They've taken over her mind! That isn't your Jezebel up there right now!"
Sitri seemed to jump awake and looked at Sebastian, he nodded but still looked upset,
"R-Right you are, Malphas…" his voice wavered slightly. However, he still crouched ready to fight.
Grey laughed, ecstatic with the turn of events,
"What a stroke of genius our predecessors had, putting those chains on this wretch of a human! And this moron" he pointed at Sitri, "even let them do it!"
Sitri looked down, despite his position, furry ears drooped, and regret clearly visible in his eyes. Tormented by guilt, the demon prince was easily distracted from the fight now,
"They had told me… it would help keep her alive… help stop her from fading out of existence… It... I..." Sitri's voice sounded weak, distant, broken. Grey smirked at this reaction,
"Oh yes, but you brought this on her in the first place! You knew the cost of falling for a human! But you didn't care enough to stop, did you? You just wanted to keep having your fun!" Grey taunted, edging closer to the demon prince. Sitri, distracted by his own thoughts, had not noticed the approaching angel,
"It's not like that! I knew that I… I couldn't leave her. She's too precious to me. I wanted to love her forever…" the demon muttered. Grey snorted, derisively, and circled behind Sitri.
"'You wanted to love her forever'? And because of that selfish desire, she died and she died and she died!" the angel cried before standing on tiptoe to whisper in the demon prince's ear,
"Do you remember all those times? All those deaths? Her wide, gazing eyes?" the angel cooed softly into the furry ear. Sitri shook violently,
"Stop it…" the demon whispered huskily, as he clutched himself. Grey grinned with demented pleasure as he pressed on,
"Her body torn open or burnt beyond recognition or riddled with disease? You know, sometimes we raped her too; she used to scream so much" he hissed.
Sitri, face now wet with tears, spun around and snarled at the angel who pointed his sword straight at Sitri's face. Grey grinned,
"But you know, you let us do this. Every time. All the pain she suffered was because of you" the angel finished and casually put away his sword. Sitri slumped.
Sebastian rushed over to his friend and saw the guilt and regret becoming too much for the demon prince to bear. Demons were unable to process such powerful emotions and they would often become trapped in endless circles of depression because of this.
'This is what happens when we demons let emotions rule us. This is why we don't fall in love. It leaves us too vulnerable; it's just too dangerous' Sebastian reminded himself, but felt his eyes glance briefly at the large door still.
Sebastian held Sitri as the larger demon slumped more; the fight inside Sitri's mind was intense but short-lived. Slowly, a blank look washed over the other demon's eyes and his huge shoulders slumped as he stared up at the enslaved spirit. The demon prince's mind, unable to cope with the guilt and distress of this, had shut down and left him defenceless. Sitri would be no use in this fight, Sebastian realised, it was just him on his own.
The demon turned back to face the spirit again, trying to find a way out of this. He spied a door to their left, near where Ciel had been dragged out. He turned back, plan firm in his mind.
Grey cackled maniacally, leering down on the demons from the platform now.
"Well, that's one of you vermin out of the way!" he said happily, "Now…Let's see how you get on with her, shall we?" he grinned and clicked his fingers. "Get them!"
Jezebel dived forward at the demons with lightning speed.
Sebastian grabbed Sitri, pulling him into a run and made for the door.
Ciel cried out in pain as he was thrown to the floor and looked up at the large metal door that now trapped him.
"Sebastian…" he whispered, realising he had been separated from Sebastian yet again. He heard a snort of laughter behind him,
"Aw, ain't that cute? The little human's calling for that stupid lug of a demon!" a deep voice chortled.
"Indeed, it would appear this one's quite enamoured with that killer" another, softer voice spoke.
Ciel spun around, fury renewed, and glared up at his captors; the pair of young men grinned back at the teen's fury. They appeared rather short and weak looking, scrawny and no taller than Ciel himself. But he could feel the ominous power lurking beneath.
One, the tallest of the pair, was slender-faced and held an educated look; this one no doubt had the soft voice. The other was squat and square-jawed; leering in a way he no doubt thought was menacing but which actually made him look constipated. Ciel knew straight away that this duo were not the leaders of this operation by any means. This realisation calmed the boy down again and he looked at them placidly.
Then he noticed that they had similar glowing pink eyes to demons,
'They're inhuman?' Ciel realised with worry, noting that their hair was light brown instead of deep black. 'Perhaps a lesser form of demon, or halfbreeds?'
"Who are you two? Answer me!" he commanded, glaring haughtily at the pair. The short one smirked,
"Ooh look, Ihbart! The human suddenly thinks he's all high and mighty again! Not like you weren't just crying out for that fuck buddy of yours a minute a go!" the smaller halfbreed sneered. "'Sebastian, Sebastian'! 'Oh help me'!" the creature imitated mockingly before laughing at his own joke. Ciel flushed slightly at the insinuation but scrunched his nose at the coarse language.
The other, Ihbart, noted this reaction before he nodded, smiling,
"Now, now, Furd! Can't you see you've embarrassed the boy? He's gone all red" the silky tones made Ciel blush more. The first, Furd, leered in Ciel's face,
"Just telling it like it is! What's the matter, Boy? Don't like being called out for the little faggot you are? Or are you too busy imagining yourself riding that beast's cock? 'Oh Sebastian, Sebastian, fuck me harder'! You're disgusting!" Furd spat at Ciel before laughing. Ciel winced but forced himself not to react, instead watching the taller one. Ihbart snickered quietly before clapping his hands,
"As fun as this is, we must take him to the leaders, they'll be growing impatient for their guest!" Furd grunted in agreement, grabbing Ciel and dragging him down the corridor. Ciel went to pull back, when realisation hit.
"You two were part of that group on the train, weren't you?" he spoke softly and evenly, catching both off guard. Furd recovered first and scoffed, face back in Ciel's again,
"Yeah, we were. Trying to catch you, you slippery little shit! And it would've been so easy, if that demon-fucking whore hadn't jumped off the train with you! You don't even know how much of a ball ache it's been, dealing with that French spinster because we lost you. Twice. Let's just say" the halfbreed's eyes glowed and his voice became more menacing, as he pulled Ciel's face close to his "I'm looking forward to giving you what you deserve"
Ihbart suddenly pulled Furd back, smacking him upside the head before putting his hands on his hips,
"We're going to the leaders with him! We don't have time to dawdle, making threats!" the halfbreed snapped. Furd grumbled but agreed, hoisting Ciel onto his shoulder with ease, despite how scrawny he looked. Ciel decided not to put up a struggle,
'If I want to get to the bottom of this, I need to see these 'leaders'. So for now, I'll just put up with it' he mused, ignoring the further jabs at his and Sebastian's relationship as he was carted down the corridor.
Sebastian blinked at the darkness of the corridor, feeling his eyes adjust in an instant. He gasped for breath and leant on the wall, letting go of Sitri. He watched the demon prince slump again, face still void of emotions. Seeing the turmoil his friend was going through, Sebastian felt a stab of guilt too, remembering Ciel's desperate cries. He bit his lip,
"Ciel…" he whispered wretchedly. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him.
Jumping back, he felt the wind rush past as Jezebel slashed at the air where he'd stood. White eyes intensely focused on him, she followed like a relentless predator. Sebastian darted backwards, keeping his eyes on the spirit.
With enough distance between them, Sebastian glared at Jezebel before looking over at Sitri, still immobile by the wall.
"Damn it Sitri, help me!" he snarled at the demon prince. A furry ear flicked but there was no further response. He growled in frustration again and braced himself as he watched Jezebel move nearer. He noticed that the spirit seemed to throw dark shadows on the walls as she passed but ignored it for now. As he backed away from Jezebel, he realised she was pushing him back to the wall and trapping him. Sebastian's eyes darted around but saw no route for escape. The shadows had now engulfed the corridor around the pair, smothering Sitri too, and plunging them into pitch black. Sebastian suddenly felt extremely alone and helpless,
'This... this can't be it' he thought as he felt himself press against the wall.
He watched as Jezebel took out her spear, the tip glowing, as she paced slowly closer for the kill and leaving him no space to flee. He watched as, with one fluid motion, she threw the weapon straight at him.
Following its curve through the air, he braced to feel the sting of the blade and blinked as it thunked into the wall next to him. He looked at the shaft in confusion and turned back to the spirit, jumping when he realised her face was inches from his own. Struck, uncharacteristically, dumb for the moment, the demon stared into those entranced white eyes,
"R-R-Ruh...nnn" she strained, voice keen from the power coursing through her. Sebastian blinked again and, with realisation hitting him like lightning, zoomed around the spirit and away down the dark corridor.
Ciel wriggled in his captor's grip, uncomfortable on the bony shoulder. He turned to see where they were going and saw a stone doorway looming ahead of them, light shining out. Ciel winced at the brightness, closing his eyes as they went through the arch from the darkness of the corridor.
When his vision adjusted to the brightness, he saw seven people in front of him, sitting behind a large desk. On the floor, the logo of the Phoenix Society was carved into the stone.
Behind the council, Ciel saw a large construct of metal, composed of several gears that connected to axels leading out of the room, as well as two massive silos that were bolted to the floor. Beside these, humans were pushing great bars attached to a crank that itself was attached to the gears and keeping them turning. The humans chained to it looked exhausted, some had collapsed and were being dragged around by their arms. Ciel noted there were only men up there and how much it looked like a giant wheel,
'So… that's 'The Wheel' Madame Gagnon threatened these idiots with' Ciel stared at the defeated blank faces; the unconscious; those throwing up from the sheer exhaustion they felt; those crying from pain and despair 'no doubt at all, this is designed to break men, to make them obedient as well as supply power to the work down here' Ciel tutted and glared at it with disgust.
Suddenly, Furd threw him down to the ground and bowed out of the room with Ihbart.
"Oomf!" grunted Ciel and groaned as he pulled himself back up. He stood and glared at the council, noting amongst the ranks a few shinigami and humans,
'So, even the shinigamis are involved in this lie? Makes sense, they can't have many agents going rogue and warning humanity about the angels' agenda'
The teen scanned the large room out the corners of his eyes as well and noted there were no visible exits, smiling grimly when he realised this. 'Guess I have no choice but to talk for now'
Focusing again on the council now, Ciel looked at the centre figure and somehow knew this was the leader here. He felt himself staring at the figure; despite having seen what Sebastian's true form was, he couldn't help feeling revolted at the form of the real angel in front of him. Far from the blonde haired, blue eyed man with white wings depicted throughout art in time, this creature was tall, spindly and wore a full length white robe with veil. A slit for the eyes showed nothing inside and a spiked crown, sharp and silvery, adorned its head. The hands, the only visible part of the angel, were bright white and thin with claw-like nails at the end. Behind it, like a pinwheel, were mounted five sets of pure white wings. Its presence felt menacing and horribly oppressive, as did the sheer amount of power it didn't bother to hide. It felt as huge and as powerful as the Sun and it terrified Ciel as his human mind tried to take it in.
'This... this is the power of an angel? This is what they look like in reality? Not just an angel, but a seraphim! A higher order of angel! No wonder they need the lies to maintain control; I can barely stand just looking at it and I've seen demons before!' Ciel watched as it turned to another figure, human this time, and nodded. The human flinched slightly and stood; Ciel didn't recognise him but noted the general's uniform he wore.
'Even the military is involved in this; this is more dangerous than I thought' Ciel tensed more, realising this was going deeper and deeper, trying his best to stay calm and focused. The general, hat tucked under his arm and standing smartly to attention, spoke now.
"You have questions no doubt, Earl Phantomhive" the older man's voice was strict with discipline, a well-trained soldier. Ciel, regaining his composure, decided to scoff but answered still,
"So I take it you are the ones keeping this little operation running? Alright, I'll ask it: why are you doing this?"
"For the betterment of mankind! Not something dissimilar to what you do as well, Watchdog" the answer was short and sharp, direct. Ciel wasn't surprised that they knew his other identity, but he was surprised at the unwavering tone.
'This general believes wholeheartedly in this operation, in justifying the murder of so many. This doesn't seem like brainwashing as I've seen it before either. But, no doubt, the angels 'helped' him to understand this cause. So it looks like I won't make any headway by trying to convince them to stop' Ciel stared at the angel, ignoring the general. He sniffed derisively,
"How stupidly arrogant" he stated.
"You may call it that, but we owe all we are to the angels. Without them, our civilisation would still be in mud huts" the general persevered despite being ignored.
"And so we should continue to support them, however they want us to? Even to the point of sacrificing our children?" the Earl countered, feeling anger welling up.
"Some must die so that our world may grow! Just as burning down trees helps a forest to flourish, some must die for the greater good!" the general barked back, to a round of murmured agreement.
Ciel snarled, furious as he remembered the bloated form of the college girl amongst the bodies being packed away to sell. "Open your eyes! They're using us as cattle! Leading us to slaughter and then selling us on to further their own plans! I have seen it myself! Using the girls from this college and packing them off to the highest bidder! They don't care one wit about us!"
There was a moment's falter with murmuring amongst the humans present. Suddenly, a shinigami stood and stared down at him with impassive green eyes,
"Do you see now why we must end this threat here, my fellow council members? This boy, who was once one of logic and reason, has been brainwashed into believing the angels capable of the vile things that demons entice us to do!" he spoke steadily, but the effect he'd had on the humans was pronounced. The uproar escalated around the general now, who managed somehow to stand even more at attention as he spoke.
"That is why we must give the angels our bodies and souls! With those, the angels can finally defeat those vile demons and keep us safe from their evil influences!"
Ciel growled, frustrated with how stupid and easily led the council before him was. Realising that he himself had been just as easily fooled his whole life made him even angrier and now, blind with fury, he let loose.
"'Evil influences'?! Just look around you! The angels have duped you all into believing this is justice when it's murder! Open your eyes! In this very building, there are two angels that have been supervising the killing and selling of college girls with potential. Potential they" at which point Ciel stabbed a finger towards the angel before him. "find frightening! They are scared of losing control over us, that we will realise the truth of what they are and rebel, losing them their easy minions! The demons aren't the ones who are evil, it's these bastards right here!" he screamed at the veiled figure.
There was shocked silence. Ciel, gasping for breath now, ploughed on, "Angels have lied to humanity for centuries! They appear to us as benevolent creatures just so they can trick us and keep us in line! They're the ones who truly hate us, not demons! They wanted to kill us all back when we were first created, because of their inane jealousy of how we could manage our emotions, but the demons prevented that! However, they still managed to twist that so they could look like the great heroes and even convinced us that those demons were the traitors! They are the real evil influences on humanity that we need to protect ourselves from"
Suddenly the angel was in front of him. It appeared with such speed and towered over him that Ciel gasped in shock. He looked up, into the white veil, and watched as the face was brought down to his eye level,
"You would like to tell me about evil influences, would you? Little boy that chose the mark of the Devil over the hand of God" the voice was keen, hissing, it hurt Ciel's ears to hear it. It reminded him of Rachel's when she had furious. Ciel gulped, remembering what had followed her fury, but pushed his anger to break through his fear.
"Don't try to criticise me, you vandal! All you angels want now is to cause chaos! To lead our society into disarray to prevent us from becoming too powerful for you to control! That's why you brainwashed those girls to attack the streets, isn't it? A test to make sure you could still control us for now! After all, it's much easier to control us if we're just your mindless slaves, rather than contend with a force you can't handle, isn't it?"
The angel suddenly grabbed Ciel's throat and hoisted him up high in one motion. Ciel choked and coughed, grabbing the thin hands as they pressed on his throat. He wheezed as the air left him,
"Still think we can't handle you, Boy?" the angel hissed nastily. "We have kept you ridiculous fools in line for millennia! Without us, you would have killed yourselves long ago with your stupidity! All of this is for your benefit! Guiding humanity's development, just as we were instructed by our Father! Yet there are few, blinded by some stupid notion of 'justice' too stupid to see that" the face drew closer to Ciel's and he could see slitted cat-like pupils glowing in bright blue eyes.
He growled low, defiant,
"You… just...want to… use us!" he croaked, feeling his lungs burn from lack of air. The angel screeched, pressing Ciel hard into the stone wall.
"And why shouldn't we? Your disgusting race was a mistake, a blight created by our Father in a moment! Running on such perilous things as 'emotions', using no logic or common sense at all! You were killing yourselves without our assistance already!"
Ciel coughed again as the angel panted for air. He looked over the Council briefly to see what effect his words had had and noticed that both the humans and Shinigami seemed frozen still.
'Is he... warping time so the humans don't hear this?' Ciel was stunned at how fiendishly clever this angel was. No doubt had the council heard this, it would have led to some controversy, but if they never heard what they weren't supposed to...
Ciel gulped again and realised just what they were up against.
In the bowels of the underground base, Sebastian raced down the halls, acute senses useless in this place. He hadn't been able to find Sitri again and so instead continued to scour every room for any sign of Ciel.
"Young Master!" he called, uncaring who heard him.
'Please, please be alright' he thought and he wildly looked around. He raced further down another corridor, knocking aside any human guards he came across, and found himself in a large atrium.
He looked around, treading cautiously in such a wide open area. He heard maniacal cackling behind him and spun around, just as the sword skimmed his shoulder. He looked into the mad eyes of Charles Grey and sprung away. He rushed back, and stood ready to fight.
Looking over his opponents, he saw Double Charles coming towards him from the right and Jezebel stalking towards him from the left, the way he'd come. He bit his lip, realised he was sorely outnumbered, and raced away, only to be blocked in by the trio.
'Shit!' he thought, turning to run the other way.
Jezebel blocked this route and, as he walked back slowly, he realised he was trapped in here.
He felt the cold steel of Grey's sword touch his back; he glanced behind him and saw the smirking pale face.
"Now it's been fun, but the time for games is over!" the angel purred, shoving the demon back against the wall. He nodded to Jezebel, who stepped forward.
He watched as Jezebel unsheathed her dagger, the tip glowing, and closed his eyes to brace for the impact.
Silence followed.
Sebastian risked looking out again and blinked in surprise. Jezebel had pulled back and was now leaning on the wall beside him. She appeared to be listening.
"W-what...?" he started, causing the milk-white eyes to stop focusing on the wall and stare at him instead.
Suddenly, she launched an attack at him, swiping wildly. Sebastian jumped back again but the spirit had not followed after him. He watched as Jezebel stood still and clutched her head,
"What are you doing, you useless slug? Get him!" cried Grey, pulling hard the glowing chain around her neck. The glow's intensity increased and the spirit seemed to rouse again.
"Rachel…?" Sebastian breathed quietly, not daring to move yet.
Jezebel seemed to be shaking her head, fighting some internal conflict. She flailed wildly, grasping and swiping with her dagger, hitting the wall as she fought an unseen enemy.
"Stupid bitch! Fight!" snarled the angel and he kicked her hard in the back as he pulled the chains this time.
Falling forward, she stopped flailing and faced the demon. With regained clarity, she took out her spear, which began to light up with power, and aimed straight at Sebastian. Without any hesitation, the spirit threw the spear.
Sebastian braced to jump aside this time.
Meanwhile, Ciel stared again at the angel as it stood back for a moment, it was seemingly recollecting itself before continuing,
"And then… and then our Father commanded us to guide you lot, told us to educate you filthy pigs. And we did! But what did we receive in return? Nothing but more work! You stupid creatures still continued to argue over pointlessly stupid things like who owned what cow or how some person had wronged another! And then, like vile worms, you started to twist into our minds, you started trying to change us to suit your own ideas! In some cases… even physically soiling us…"
The angel seemed to be shaking with anger at this point, looking away in disgust. Ciel stared before realising what the angel was referring to,
"Like...Sit…ri…" Ciel croaked, wincing as the hold tightened. The angel screeched again, this time shattering some of the stone wall with an angry swipe.
"A stupid fool! Turning his back on his people because that whore had broken him with her poisonous ways! Believing that 'love' from one was worth more than the loyalty to his people! He is just an example of the horrific ways you humans can manipulate others! No, you are too dangerous to be left to your own devices! Sooner or later, you would find a way to our realm as well and try to destroy us! Or worse, those who Fell will work with you! Better to keep you complacent, so that no more harm comes to this world or ours!"
Ciel felt the angel raise him, putting more pressure on his already tortured throat, and watched the claw-like fingers on the other hand become thin sharp blades.
"And better you disappear altogether, Evil Nobleman!" the angel finished nastily.
Ciel cried out silently at the pain as his throat was crushed, feeling his vertebrae grind against one another.
"Sebas…stian…" he croaked, feeling his vision blur as the lack of oxygen affected his brain.
Suddenly, the wall beside him imploded, causing the angel to be flung off him. He collapsed to the floor, coughing hard, and looked through the gaping hole where the wall once was.
Sebastian coughed and stood up again, looking up into the large cavern. He saw the council at their desk that seemed to be blinking in surprise, the humans turning on their torturous wheel, the silos, the menacing figure of the seraph and…
"Young Master!" he cried out, rushing forward to the collapsed figure. He knelt by the boy and helped him sit up, "My Lord, are you alright?"
Ciel groaned as he sat up, coughing,
"I'm… fine…" he croaked, throat sore.
Sebastian sighed in relief then looked around, the situation was grim. The angel had recovered and was walking towards them along with Double Charles whilst Jezebel stood motionless by the hole in the wall. No escape routes and no way to fight.
Sebastian glared as the three angels approached and instinctively pulled Ciel close to his chest, causing the boy to look up questioningly at him. Sebastian smiled down warmly at the teen,
"No matter what, Young Master, I shall protect you" he spoke softly. Ciel looked surprised then he scowled, looking away,
"Idiot…" he whispered then looked out at their enemies fiercely, "You're not supposed to lie, remember?"
The demon blinked in surprise then chuckled; he should have known his master was too clever to be comforted by bravado. He grinned at this reaction from his tough little master and glared back at the angels approaching too,
"Forgive me, Young Master, I forgot myself" he quipped lightly, despite his grip on the boy tightening.
The pair watched as the angel raised a taloned hand, closing the fingers together to form a spear-like point.
"Time to say goodbye, you vermin!" the cracked voice screeched.
And another cliff hanger! I know, I'm terrible. But I promise the next chapter will be up in no time so you won't have to wait long to find out what happens! What will happen to Sebastian and Ciel? Who will save them? Find out in the next chapter! And until then, please rate and review and take care!