dreamgirl: Don't worry, I'm not dead! I hope my two-month hiatus was okay, schoolwork kept me busy -_- Oh, and for those who have watched he ending of the second season...Holy shit o_O I was actually content with it :D And nooooo, that's not how this fic is going to end. Never has and never will. I've had this idea in my head ever since August of 2009. And might I add, it's been a year and two months today since I began this fanfic! So, I present to you this chapter. I believe there's at least one more chapter and the epilogue after this. So, welcome to the beginning of the end!

Chapter 31

"Say goodbye

As we dance with the Devil tonight

Don't you dare look at him in the eye

As we dance with the Devil tonight

[…]

Goodbye"

-"Dance With The Devil" by Breaking Benjamin

Sebastian just stayed there, lying on the grass as he spun the small lily by the stem. The memories he recalled left him feeling more depressed and downfallen than he did before.

'What is all of this for?' He asked himself. 'Why…do I put up with that godforsaken child!'

The Phantomhive butler stared at the flower and kissed the petals. Nothing could ever make him let her go, no matter how much time passed.

"I see the demon still holds the most worthless feelings of all," a certain fallen angel stated.

Sebastian bolted straight up and his crimson-red eyes glared daggers at Ash. "What do you want?"

"Oh nothing much, Demon. I just came to ask if you wanted to join with me and create an alliance," the albino angel said with a grin.

"I refuse."

Ash inched closer to Sebastian, "Not even if your poor little master's life depended on it?"

The demon's eye twitched, "My young master is quite an intelligent creature, he can manage without me."

"Oh, but you see, that is where you are wrong, Demon." Ash changed his form and his voice became higher, "London is in complete and utter chaos and your little Earl's manor has been set on fire by my dear, loyal pup."

Sebastian fought the urge to gape in surprise but he refused to give the fallen angel the satisfaction of knowing he caught his off-guard.

"Lies, my young master should be fine. He has his—"

"He is nothing. His title has earned him no commodities, not even a proper escort to London. If I didn't know any better, I would think he was like a lamb without a shepherd. But then again, he's a little wolf himself. Perhaps he can make use of that wanton body of his," Angela grinned as she gave Sebastian that cunning look.

"My master would never stoop so low so as to do such a disgusting and vile thing!"

"That is what you believe," Angela began to walk around the grassy field and crushed all the flowers beneath her feet, "but do you know what exactly people do in times of distress?" She plucked one of the flowers and stared at it before crumbling it up in her hand, "They throw away all and any sense of morals they have. Oh but of course, your master seems to be lacking in any seeing as how…affectionate the both of you have become." The demon couldn't take it any longer and was about to snap when the angel said one last thing, "Why don't we go check up on that little master of yours, ne?"

Sebastian stood on top of a burning building right next to the fallen angel. He looked down and saw Ciel running around, obviously confused as to what the hell was going on.

"The you who challenged me because of your master, is here with me appreciating the helplessness of your master."

"I won't move without my master's order."

"Really? I thought you were an independent creature now," the now male angel taunted.

"That is correct. The present me does not have a master to follow."

"If that is to be true, then…perhaps I can offer you this once again. I have been thinking of living on the new and clean earth as this world's new conqueror. And become one with you."

Sebastian closed his eyes, not wanting to look at the fallen angel, "I have already refused once, but might I ask why? Aren't I the source of the uncleanness that you hate so much?"

"If I ponder a thing with enough effort, revelations will come. Morning and dusk. Men and women. Light and dark. When these extreme sensitivities become one, they'll become the existence that my father has deeply loved," Ash said smugly to the demon.

The butler looked at the fallen angel with a disgusted look on his face, "Never would the Lord want such a thing. He's not the perverse being you make him out to be."

"What would a demon know? Don't you have the same amount of hatred for Him as all the others?"

Sebastian's eyes drifted to the ground but said nothing based on that fact, "Am I the doll to satisfy your vulgar taste?"

"No," the angel said as it began disrobing and turned into Angela. Sebastian glared at her, "If you wish to, I can accept you in the form of a woman." Angela licked her lips. The demon-butler's face contorted in a displeased reaction but he looked down at his young master. His hand reached into his pocket, grasping onto the lily he plucked before. "Will you stick by him even though his soul is far from being repaired from all its sins? The amount it has been tainted?"

The crimson-eyed man lifted up the flower and looked back and forth between it and his master. He saw Ciel get on a horse and move quickly away from him. At that moment, he knew what he had to do. Sebastian clenched the fist holding the lily and threw it to the flames. Within a second, he disappeared after his master.

Ciel had been shot.

'Wait, this can't be happening,' the demon thought. 'Not yet!'

Sebastian walked up to his side, "Young master, I'm sorry for leaving my post."

The young earl's eyes seemed to gleam and yet, a great amount of sadness could be seen within them, "Where did you go?"

"Forgive me, my lord. I needed time to think."

Ciel bit his lip but refused to show any weakness, "What do you want?"

"It's time for the last dinner. It's sweet, spicy. It's sometimes bitter. Adding in various ingredients, then heat it up," the demon grinned, "Thanks to you, I've obtained the best soul. It looks like I can enjoy the best dinner."

The blue-eyed boy felt something inside him break. Right, it was all still about the contract. He had been stupid to think that his butler came back to him for any other reason. Ciel shook his head and decided, 'I can't let my emotions get in the way of reaching my goal. I vowed to become like a demon, so I'll get rid of these horrid feelings, for I have no wish to have them.'

"This is my order. Take me to the angel on a massacre!"

"As you command."

"I have nothing left to give

I have found the perfect end

You were made to make it hurt

[…]

Carry me to heaven's arms

[…]

I will end where I began"

-"Dear Agony" by Breaking Benjamin

Ash stood at the edge of the bridge, "At last, the grand and brilliant day of our Father is at hand."

"It's actually quite sickening hearing you justify your vile acts with the name of the Lord," Sebastian said as he carried Ciel in his arm.

"What should a demon like you care? You're just a lowly one. Even lower than I!" The fallen angel boasted.

"It really will be a sad day in Hell once I send you there."

"Hell? Nonsense, the power of Heaven shall always be on my side."

"Heaven? I have no affiliation with that place."

"Of course not! I filthy creature like you could never be loved by Him."

The red-eyed man let his mind wander, "I really do wonder if that is the case." Sebastian walked over to a pile of materials and sat his master upon it, "I know this may not be the throne you pictured all those times before, but it is the best seat that I can offer."

"It'll do," the young Phantomhive lord replied.

"Well then, what are your orders?"

Ciel took off his eye patch and threw it off the bridge, "Kill that man, the angel!"

Sebastian's eyes sparkled a bright-red with just the slightest bit of mischievousness, "Yes, my lord."

The demon ran towards the angel and they fought. He leaped and flipped, blocking Ash's attacks with the silverware in his hands. As the darkness engulfed the both of them, the angel switched between roles. Sebastian glared at the form in front of him, obviously abhorring the sight. Ash flung the feathers into Sebastian's direction, the latter dodging them although being held back by the fallen angel's minions.

"I will ask you once more. Will you accept me as a woman of hope?" Angela asked.

"I do not associate with women who couple with filthy dogs."

"Oh?" she turned into Ash, "then perhaps you will accept me as a man. As a ray of light."

Sebastian fought the urge to spit at the creature speaking to him, "Distasteful through and through."

As Ash brought forth a bright light, hoping to gather up more power, the darkness around them began to disappear. Sebastian smirked and although now having one arm, he knew he had the upper hand. The Phantomhive butler raced towards his master as the fallen angel released a myriad of sharp feathers. Sebastian shielded Ciel and made sure he didn't get hurt.

"S-Sebastian," the teen mumbled. He raised his hand and saw that it was covered in blood. His eyes widened. "What h-happ—"

"You need not concern yourself with me, young master. I am but a mere servant. But may I ask you a favor?" His ruby-red eyes stared into Ciel's cerulean orbs. He brought his lips next to the boy's ear, "Please keep your eyes closed."

"Sebastian?"

"I am a butler. I cannot let my unseemly form be seen."

"But I have seen it before."

The elder man shook his head, "That was one of many. Not my true demonic form." Ciel felt another bit of sadness enter his heart. He truly did not know anything about the man whom he shared a bed with. "Until I tell you otherwise," he whispered, "please keep your eyes…"

"I understand." The thirteen-year-old closed his eyes and just the sight of his lips tempted the demon but he slowly pushed himself up.

Sebastian walked towards Ash, "Now I can show you my true nature." Ebony feathers began to fall. "Unseemly. Ugly. Vicious." A pair of stiletto heels could be heard on the metal of the bridge. "My true form."

"D-demon," Ash shook in fear as Sebastian showed him a toothy grin and revealed his true form. "Y-you are Sa—"

To Ciel, all that could be heard were the violent screams of the evil angel and the sound of bloodshed. A harsh attack sent a strong wind into Ciel's direction and sent him flying to the edge of the unfinished bridge. He hung on there by a limb.

"Young master, can you survive until I count down from ten?" Sebastian called out.

"Y-yes!"

"Very well then, I'll begin. Ten!"

Screams could be heard. The sound of bloody torture. A sound that brought back memories to Ciel's young mind.

"Nine."

The teen began to think. The wheels in his head began to turn.

"Eight."

He knew nothing about Sebastian. Ciel had spent three years with him and yet, even the secret behind that grin he had no knowledge of.

"Seven."

There were good times, the blue-eyed boy admitted. Of course there were horrid times as well. A memory of working undercover at the asylum popped into his head. Goosebumps appeared on his arms.

"Six."

More screams. Sebastian had always been there for him. Ever since the beginning. All he heard were screams. Those belonging to his parents. The children he shared a cage with. Charlie's screams. Too many deaths occurred. And yet, all of this was going to result in another death.

"Five."

So where did all of this leave him? He knew this was the end. The fallen angel could not defeat Sebastian; he was all together too "perfect". He could never lose.

"Four."

Since Sebastian could never lose, then he would fulfill his end of the contract. Ciel would have to fulfill his too. But…was there a slight chance that maybe all of the burdens upon his heart would be lifted?

"Three."

Filth! The term replayed in Ciel's mind, ringing within his ears. Of course, he could never expect more. Just as the angel had said, he was tainted. And of course, no one as filthy as he would ever be able to have a happy ending.

"Two."

Did that remove the feelings the Phantomhive earl had for his butler? Not at all. If anything, it made his heart hurt even more. All Sebastian was after was his soul, something he had promised him long ago. But he never thought he'd give him his heart as well.

"One."

Ciel's POV

The angel's screams ceased and I heard footsteps coming towards me.

"It is over, young master," he said.

I looked up and saw him standing there, my soldier had returned from the battlefield and yet he looked as pristine as ever, even with one arm gone. And just one thought raced through my mind as that moment as I hung there.

'I love him,' I thought. I felt a sad smile make its way onto my face, 'Although he could never learn to love me.'

I let go.

As I fell towards the water, my body flipped within the air and felt as if all of my worries had flown away from me. I no longer cared about my duties as a Phantomhive, nor did I worry about my parents or what would happen to Lizzie once I was gone. All I knew was that I loved Sebastian. I loved the man who would be the end of me. I was damned by the one I held close. The only one I held close to my heart.

As my body hit the water, I lost consciousness.

I woke up to find that my clothes had been changed and my eye patch had found its way back onto my face. Sebastian and I spoke for a while, he explained many things to me. I was confused yet very much aware of what was going on.

Sooner rather than later, he carried me onto an isolated island with ruins that seemed to belong to a civilization back in ancient times. He sat me upon a bench.

"Well then, young master."

"Is this the place where I will meet my end?"

"Yes."

The words had hurt, but I paid no attention to it. I couldn't keep this up. I knew it would end this way…so why did I feel like a ton of bricks had been laid upon my chest?

"Will it hurt?"

I knew the answer, but asking made it seem a lot more realistic.

"Yes, a little," my demon replied. "I will be as gentle as possible, though."

I shook my head, "No, make it painful to your heart's content. Carve the pain of my life into my soul."

He kneeled down on one knee and said, "Yes, my lord."

I let my eyes drift to the ground. This was it. I sat back into the stone bench and took a deep breath. Sebastian bit off his glove and walked towards me. He caressed my cheek and I leaned into it. I closed my eyes and pretended like he cared, even if more a moment. My demon brushed off the eye patch and stepped closer. I stared up at him as he leaned closer. I bit my lip as I closed my eyes. I tried, but I couldn't refrain that single tear that escaped my eye.

"I'm sorry…for everything," I said, afraid of opening my eyes and seeing what kind of hungry expression Sebastian had on his face.

A few seconds passed by and I felt nothing. I opened my eyes and then…

Darkness.

"Every sorrow of the soul

Will reap my name

When I cease to exist

So now I've come to the final sleep

[…]

I know it's hard to forget this man

Driving the failure into your hands"

-"Fading Away" by Demon Hunter

dreamgirl: God, I almost cried writing this. Kuroshitsuji, what have you done to me? XDXDXD Okay, I'll be holding a contest of sorts. Can any of you guess how this is going to end? If you guess right, I'll write any kind of fic you request of me. So please, REVIEW!