EDIT: This chapter has been rewritten. Myself as well as 12Marina21 have started rewriting some chapters that very much need to be fixed up. I hope you enjoy.

Yes, I am back. My co-writer and I had been throwing ideas back and forth like a tennis match. It gets crazy with the stuff one of us would come up with and how quickly it is shot down by the other. I have enough ideas to fill two chapters. But the issue is getting them to the point in where they connect and make sense! I always have a migraine afterwards. I just hope nothing is too clichéd for some of you. Because I know how picky a few of you can be.

Sebastian: Cookie doesn't own Kuroshitsuji or its characters.

So much OOCness you suffocate and DIE.

Mating Season

I count it all as lost

(this first part is in no one's pov)

Victor Michaelis walked down the roads of hell angrily, he was overly frustrated about his son. The ashes of the people who have burned alive crunched underneath his feet as he walked. He had just had an argument with Satan, who had told him that if he threatened to kill the unborn spawn Lucifer helped create again, then severe consequences will be given.

The old demon pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He looked up to see he was on the outskirts of the huge sinking sand pit. It's rarely used anymore because it was originally a form of punishment for sinners of Satan but later it was deemed to take too much time.

Glancing around, Victor soon noticed a miniscule figure a small ways away from where he was standing. As he moved closer to it, he noticed that it was small boy covered in sand from head to toe. He guessed it must have fallen into the sinking sand and managed to get out. The rising and falling of his chests showed both were alive. Victor leaned down to get a better look at the unconscious one. The familiar-looking male was a bluish silver haired teen, and was wearing baggy clothes. Victor's eyes traveled down to the male's swollen stomach, and his heart skipped a beat.

This…this was Lucifer's mate. What was he doing lying unconscious in the depths of hell?

The elder contemplated his options. How would he benefit from saving this human? Lucifer loves this boy, and Lucretia accepted them. What kept him from doing the same? If his mate was here, then where was Lucifer? Surely, if he would come looking for his mate if he had disappeared.

Then Victor began to wonder, when was the last time he saw his son truly happy? Did he even care?

Ciel Phantomhive…somehow you captured my son's interest. While I don't entirely know why he loves you, the least I can do is help you to survive.

Sebastian's POV

A loud crack emitted out of nowhere.

My eyes snapped open and I saw none other than Samuel grinning menacingly before me. My abdomen also stung a little, my guess was the loud noise was the whip tearing open my already wounded flesh.

Samuel lifted my chin, "I have nothing more to do with you. Upon Satan's request, I am to release you unless I want to be killed. I guess that's what I get for screwing around with the grandson of Satan."

He took out a knife and within seconds, the chains holding me against the wall were broken. I immediately fell to my hands and knees, having lost feeling in them a long time ago.

Samuel pointed with his whip the way out. I used all of my strength to pull myself up and walk ever so slowly out of the hellhole I had been in for the last 24 hours. The only place I thought to go was where I used to live. My father should be there and I can at least recover there.

I finally made it out of the long hallway and outside. However, I was surprised to see someone blocking my way. Who was blocking the way was truly surprising.

"Mother?" I spoke weakly.

She didn't say hello to me nor did she look happy. She had a look of pure distress on her face, "You were hurt. How?"

The question took me slightly by surprise, "It's a long story. Samuel Cain had kidnapped me. Give me a few minutes and I can heal myself up, I'll be fine."

"That shouldn't have happened. That isn't how I made you." She turned her head and looked down at the stony ground.

"What do you mean it isn't how you made me?"

She sighed and looked at me with nothing but love in her eyes, "Come with me, I feel it would be better to show you instead of explaining everything."

Once she grabbed my arm, she took me into a portal which lead me back hundreds of years. When we arrived back, I saw a slightly younger version of my mother, crying.

Lucretia saw what I saw and looked up at me, "I was crying because of you."

"Me? What for?"

"Your true form isn't exactly…normal for demons. It's unique and different." She explained.

I cocked an eyebrow at her, "But you and Father told me it was ugly and hideous."

She chuckled, "Your peers told you that and you believed them. You were heavily ridiculed and sometimes beaten. So, as your mother, I did something about it."

I turned and watched the scene unfold before me.

Lucretia looked up to her husband in tears, "Where is he now, Victor?"

"I'm afraid the demons are fighting with him again. According to what I was told, they are planning to take him to one of the torture chambers." He spoke in a grave tone, "It's out of our hands, my dear."

"But he may die down there!" She yelled back, surprised at how calm he could be at a time like this.

He took her hand and kissed it, "I'm sorry Lucretia, but there is nothing we can do."

Victor left the room leaving a distraught Lucretia by herself. She put her head in her hands and began to sob.

"Lucifer…there has to be something I can do to save you…"

She rose up suddenly, as if struck with an idea, and began rummaging through the bookcase, pulling out a thick book.

Sitting down on her knees she flipped through the large tome, "There must be some ancient spell that can help. I've never been very good at dark magic but I have to try!"

The scene faded away into the darkness as I came to face my mother again, "That, Lucifer, is why no matter how many times you are beaten, shot, or stabbed, you live without a scar nor bruise."

"So the spell worked?" I asked.

"Of course it did. Otherwise you probably wouldn't be here." She said shrugging.

I understood everything, except one thing, "Mother, what did you mean by another disaster? Has something terrible happened before?"

Lucretia sighed, "Well you already know about the disease I had. In my life as a human I wasn't treated too kindly, nor did I have a good life overall. That's partially why I became a demon."

She put her hands on my shoulders as I began to stand up straight, "Now that you are fully healed again, go to your father's house. There is someone waiting there to see you. Someone who misses you greatly. Farewell, Lucifer. Please stay safe and make me proud."

Once she disappeared from sight, I now ran at full strength to my father's house. When I made it at last, I almost didn't recognize it. It had been so long. I walked up and knocked on the door.

After a few minutes of waiting, the door opened and I saw my father, "Hello, Lucifer. I was hoping you would come here."

Taken slightly aback at my father's change in attitude, I instantly regained my composure, "Yes hello father."

"Come inside!" He beckoned me.

"Okay."

Ignoring my father, I went up the stairs and into the room where the door was slightly ajar. I looked inside and much to my delight, I saw my Ciel sleeping, safe and sound.

Making sure not to wake him, I quietly made my way over to the sleeping teen. The cutest look of peace graced his features. It warmed my heart knowing that he was okay. I brushed my fingers against his pale cheek and placed a light kiss on it. To my surprise, he began to stir and mismatched eyes fluttered open to look at me.

A smile spread across my face, "Hello Ciel. I missed you."

Ciel blinked the sleep out of his eyes and stared up at me.

"I'm sorry but, who are you?"

Dun dun dunnnnnnnnn. Aren't I just cruel? Haha I hope enjoyed this long chapter. *flails*

Rachel: REVIEW TO SEE WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH CIEL!