A/N: Sorry, guys, but I'm currently in a Business Law class at college so it sort of leaked over into my story. I know it sounds weird, but it makes sense I swear! Also, this will be the last chapter with a flashback of Sebastian and Rosalina, so I hope you enjoy it.


Sebastian would have to break contract; he knew it. It would be the only way to force his master to take control over his energy. Ciel's personality didn't allow for him to do things that did not benefit him as he saw fit. However, if Sebastian made him see that it was the only way, then maybe he would put the effort in. The question was: how could he do it?

A butler's contract was a tricky thing. Sure there was an actual contract, but the contracted never knew that and, thus, never asked to see it. Only the first order was needed as a…signature, so to speak, then, the seal as proof. A demon could bring forth the contract as they needed it. This was one of those moments.

He raced from the room and went to his quarters. Drawing out a candle, he peeled the glove from his hand with his teeth. Tossing the white glove onto the desk by the window, he positioned the candle just so in the center. He snapped his fingers and the ink-black seal began to glow a familiar fuchsia hue. The wick of the candle burst into flame, the smoke trailing up into the air. It seemed to begin to form into a solid state, a deep gray bound book.

Sebastian took it within his grasp, taking a seat at the desk. He opened it quickly, scanning the index. There was a lot to a demon's contract and, headquarters made sure, there were also a lot of out-clauses. He found the dedicated pages and began reading the text. Of course, there was the case that he was all too familiar with. In Rosalina's case, it was a forced "out" for him. She'd ordered it as such.

He needed an out, which he could enact. Page after page produced no result, until he found it, scrawled in the delicate script at the bottom of the page.

In the case of a forced demon creation in which the contracted has not given a final order, one must be offered to him. If he should so refuse, the contract shall be considered null and void. The demon should, therefore, refuse his master, severing all ties previously bound by demonic law. If, however, the final order is given, it must be finished, thus, completing the contract.

There was a bit of fine print: This final order, however, cannot be an order issued previously, similar or exact. All order restrictions also apply.

Order restrictions, now, there was a law in and of its own. Many thought that, no matter the request, a demon could do anything their master wished of them. Well, that was the case in anything a human would demand. There were things that demons could not meddle with, certain Heavenly protected beings, too, angels not included, however.

It would all depend on what Ciel would request of him. If Sebastian knew his master well enough, he knew what that order would be, but it would be the way he phrased it that would decide his fate. Once he had Ciel under control, he would have to find Rose quickly.

Many scenarios ran through his mind, all made his hands clench into fists. He didn't want to imagine what she must be going through at that moment, but he was sure he knew. Dragus was the most predictable character. Sebastian knew that he was doing this as a personal vendetta against him, but he didn't know how he would use Rose. He did know that it couldn't be good, whatever it was.

The thought made him shudder. Sebastian had only realized that night, once he saw Rosalina within that demon's clutches, that these…feelings were real. He hadn't imagined them and he couldn't ignore or excuse them anymore. That gut-wrenching feeling returned; the same feeling that overcame him that night centuries ago flooded his senses.


He had been watching her, waiting for sleep to take her. Her body was tired, but it seemed her mind was not because she sighed and opened her eyes slowly. Sebastian felt her shrink into his arms a little more and he held her tighter, thinking she wanted the extra comfort his warmth seemed to give.

"Sebastian," she whispered. He hummed a little in response, letting her know that he was listening. She swallowed, a little fearful of what she wanted to say. She'd been thinking of it all night, ever since they returned from the funeral. "There's something I want to say." Rose spun onto her back, making her butler release her slightly and prop himself up onto an elbow in order to see her well. "S-sebastian, I…I order you to," she closed her eyes, "turn me into a demon."

Rosalina didn't see his eyes widen. The demon's mouth even parted in surprise. This human, this mistress of his, continued to surprise him. He'd never turned a human before, let alone been ordered to do it by the very human themself. It actually wasn't that common. Demons were usually created through their own will in death, not by the hands of another demon. However, it was possible and he knew how it was done.

"It's my last order. I've come to realize that I'll never feel satisfied with how things turn out. I don't know how the whole demon thing works, but I know that, unless I get some sort of revenge, you can't eat my soul. I don't want you to end up stuck here just waiting for it when you can be finished with me and move on to someone else. So, do whatever you have to do." Sebastian could tell that Rose was barely holding on, she wanted to cry again. His mistress had been broken so much in so little time.

He couldn't help, but smile. In the end, she was thinking of him and what he would want. Oh, her soul would've been so satisfying. Sebastian would've loved to taste her, savor her. The order had been made and, now, he would never know just how sweet she would taste. He would make it as quick and painless as he possibly could, just for her.

The demon moved to cup her cheek, turning her face towards him. He placed a chaste kiss upon her lips, dragging his finger down her chin. "Look into my eyes, Rose," he said softly. She did as he said and watched as his eyes changed from that dull, dark red color to a bright and glowing crimson. His pupils narrowed into slits and she felt her body began to go cold.

It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but she noticed that she wasn't breathing; instead she'd gone into a state of constant exhale. Rosalina felt the warmth exiting her body through her mouth and she noticed her chest beginning to compress from the lack of air. Numbness began to take over. Soon, her vision began to go black and her mind became foggy; thoughts no longer came to her.

Sebastian watched as those emerald eyes began to fade into grey and felt that final thread of her soul desperately trying to hang on. A look of shock came to his face when that thread let go finally. The demon felt a pain in his chest, an excruciating explosion of pain. At first, he was so shocked that he couldn't react, but in a second his breathing seized and he rolled from the bed. Now, on the floor, he gasped for air as he felt the pit of his stomach fall and wrench.

The butler felt the sudden need to gag. Grabbing his throat, he used his other hand to hold himself up off the floor. The pain had moved up, behind his eyes. Sebastian felt the one thing he never thought he'd feel again…tears. Reaching up, he wiped at the liquid streaming down his face. He saw that it was clear. Impossible.

Suddenly, he became aware of the fact that he still had Rosalina's soul within him. He hadn't devoured it, but he needed to get it back within her body before her body would no longer accept its return. He pushed the pain aside and used his remaining energy to manipulate the soul, changing the very core of it. Still kneeling on the floor, he reached up, touched her mouth, and waited as the soul was passed through, causing his demon seal to glow.

The transfer made many changes to her body, physically as well as metaphysically. The seal that she bore beneath her breasts, the one that matched his own, began to fade and disappear as another reappeared, entirely her own design, on her right hand. Sebastian felt that connection they'd held through the contract disappear with it. The green began to return to her eyes, brighter than they had been before.

Knowing that the transformation was complete, he tried to regain control over his energies and calmed himself. The pain had begun to fade. Sebastian stood and wiped what remained of the tears from his eyes. He soon remembered how naked he was; not wanting to be standing there in the nude when she awoke, he found his clothes and put them on, smoothing out any wrinkles that had formed.

The demon stood at the window, catching his breath. What was that? He'd never experienced that before. He'd cried…real tears. From what he knew, that was impossible for a demon as old as he. Perhaps, it was an effect of changing her, but…that pain felt so familiar. Sebastian could pinpoint the feeling, however.

A rustle in the bed behind him stopped his thoughts from going any further, though. He straightened his jacket and cleared his throat. Rose sat up in the bed, letting the sheet fall from her nude form. The butler turned, taking note of the energy that now emitted from her. Her eyes remained closed as she touched her head.

He remembered that feeling, the fog that took so long to clear. Sebastian took the moment to push all the previous thoughts and feelings aside. Follow the law; take her to Dis. She ordered this of you, he told himself. Forget about what happened. It was nothing.

Rosalina opened her eyes slowly and gazed in his direction. Those two emerald orbs suddenly went red as fresh blood, glowing wildly as a newborn demon's should.


Slamming the book shut, the pages burst into cinder and ash and they dissolved into the air, leaving nothing behind. He stood from the chair, spinning on his heel. Teething the other glove free, he let it fall to the floor. Sebastian opened the door and began the route to Ciel's room as he unbuttoned his jacket.

He couldn't ignore the fact anymore, the fact that all those feelings, those emotions, were real. Rosalina had made him feel again. He hadn't known the feeling in his human life, but he understood that particular emotion from his observances of others. This feeling…was…Love.