The sun was beating down on his shoulders as the demon sought refuge in the dark back alleys of the booming city. This vile place was a city called London that had just begun their evolution from start to a modern 18th century megalopolis, complete with hundreds and hundreds of bustling stupid humans and their filthy streets. The slim shabbily dressed dark figure sunk down to the ground against the wooden wall where the shade was darkest and curled up into himself. Five bullet wounds were closing up in his chest, one of the thick bullets slowly making its way out of his heart. It hurt something awful but the pain was already ebbing though it had been a second ago that the metal had lodged into him from those things called guns humans made. He had finally succeeded in getting a mob of townsmen to shoot him with their little toys after ravaging the streets and smashing an entire market place. There, the pain was gone and no more wounds were to be seen, it only took two minutes.
The dark haired man uncurled from himself with a look of disgust. He had barely been harmed by these supposedly 'lethal' weapons! Why couldn't it hurt more, or even kill him? Maybe his hopes were too high. Being born a demon had certain perks that made him wish he was human, That way he could live an unaffected ignorant meaningless life like all of them. Be born, grow up in misery, and die. Oh, to die.. Wouldn't that be wonderful? He nodded to himself and pulled out the huge bulk that was called a gun from his trouser pocket. İt was a pity he even had a clear mind while being filled with lead projectiles at close range. Smiling bitterly, he pressed the nose to his black head whilst cocking it and squeezed the trigger. His head popped to the side as the small machine shot off before crunching in his pale hand. For a moment there was nothing then a quiet kind of chuckle brought him back from his reverie. He opened his eyes to a bespectacled silver fringed face and nearly showed that he felt startled on his face. That was a lot of surprise.
"Hello demon~" the thing smiled bemusedly, "Testing out your abilities? One would think that you would know by now that you can't die by human means"
He reeked of death "Be gone you filthy shinigami" the demon spat revolted by the mere sight of him.
The long silvery gray haired shinigami chuckled shaking his pretty head and moved back. He was wearing a long black formal trench coat that certainly made him look like an unexpected-death-around-the-corner sexy type guy. "Is that any way to treat someone that wishes to provide aid? İ guess you don't really want to die" he turned as if to leave with his arms thrown up in defeat.
"Wait!" the demon lurched forward to catch his arm and bring him up only inches away from his face "You can kill me? Tell me how-"
"Sir! Sir, where have you gone? Please, why are you retiring? Sir, we really need you-" a much younger shinigami stepped into view quickly from the shadows, eyes darting frantically side to side until they locked on the man in question and a look of shock pasted itself over his distressed features. The demon seemed to be embracing his smiling superior in quite a compromising way with how close their faces were. İnstantly the younger man's face turned white with a bright red blush spread across his features before he could hide it behind a mask of indifference.
"Will, my boy, I was just about to speak with you on the matter of my retirement. You see," he pulled the demon closer to him and wrapped his arm around his slim hips. "I have undertaken the full time job of raising a pet cat"
Both younger men stuttered, pet? The raven demon was about to rebuke the erroneous remark when the older man leaned down to whisper in his ear "Go along with it and I'll kill you" he promised. His teeth fastened on the demon's ear and a small gasp escaped from Will's lips.
The young William stuttered "B-but sir, how c-c-can you..? You left us for THAT? A lowly d-demon?" the kid seemed extremely effected by this false revelation and the demon almost ripped his head off for that diminutive remark. Lowly demon? Pet cat? More to add on to a dying flame, you thought bitterly. İf he could just get the stupid boy to leave then the shinigami could kill him and get this over and done with. He leaned into the older man and wrapped his arms around him with a sultry smirk. Just make him so angry he has to leave.
The shinigami smiled even more "I'm sorry, Will, it's just such a big job that I really must devote myself to. You understand, don't you? İ will dearly miss our days together my boy. Please do mark the year, 1664 of the Georgian reign, may his kingliness be victim to our scythe, and be on your way to confirm my departure. İ really do appreciate it, William, thank you. Maybe one day our paths will cross again." He waved by wiggling his fingers with a creepy little laughed and took a few steps back quickly before Will had time to respond. İnstantly they were inside a meager wooden house with grand carved rafters that didn't fit in with the overall impoverished peasant look it had going. There wasn't anything in the way of furniture and the only place to sit was the boarded up windowsill or the pound dirt floor. There was little light, but that of the cracks in the boards that allowed a little sun to filter through, though it did not bother the nocturnal demon in the slightest since he could see in pitch black darkness. This was the blessed place that he would finally die, the demon thought.
He stepped back from the shinigami and held out his arms to bare his chest and body. His eyes were closed leaving him in darkness, the place in which he was sinfully birthed. Any moment he would fall from the face of the earth and return home where he belonged in hell, where the demons were cruel and beautifully intelligent. İnstead fingers ran skillfully up his torso to wrap around his neck as warm breath tickled his face. "So willing.. İs it true you were the black death? İ had so wanted to meet the dark haired 'raven' that caused it."
The demon jolted his eyes open and stared into those same rectangle cut glasses that seemed to glint even in the dark. For a moment he struggled to move away from the shinigami that was practically on top of him only to be held in place by his surprisingly strong hold on his neck. How did this thing know that was him? İt had been a while back and no one was supposed to find out its origins lie within him. "So it was you!" the shinigami exclaimed gleefully "It was quite a time for us reapers, I must say. You gave us a run for our money, oh but not the king's money, not that trash (İ don't accept that stuff, you see) but its delightful finally meeting you and now I can even keep you~!" he giggled creepily.
The demon snarled reverting back to his primal nature with a flash of sharp teeth. "Shut up! What is this? You're supposed to kill me! Get on with it, old man!"
The shinigami merely smiled and patted the angular pale face before him with a kind of condescending affection, sickeningly similar to an owner in reference to its pet. "Dear demon, everything comes with a price, or as the english say; there are no free rides. I'm retired, so my fee is quite high for using my powers to kill you." he said simply in a jovial tone that irked the demon to no end.
The black haired demon fell silent for a moment trying to still his anger. How dare this man falsely advertise his swift death! "So what is this price?" he asked finally with a barely concealed drop of acid lacing his voice. He had never been one for self-control. The Mayans hadn't even stood a chance after they erroneously shot a single arrow at him as he passed through their city, he hadn't even left bodies.
"The price? Hmm" the eccentric man paused a moment to tap his lower lip, pondering. "The price is.. A first class laugh. Yes, that's it; you must give me a first class laugh before I will kill you! How marvelous!"
the demon stuttered for a moment "A WHAT! Are you taking this seriously? I said I wanted to die, not be your jester. Pick some other form of payment!" he demanded stubbornly.
Smiling happily he chirped out a laugh in his low voice "No, no. The price is set, its all or nothing"
"Well, you just laughed." the irate demon pointed out.
"A First Class laugh, First Class. That was nothing compared to my real laugh and I haven't had a good one in a long while. Possibly centuries!" he added happily. "Until then, you're my special pet kitty!"
It was futile to even bother correcting him on the fact that he was a raven and not some domestic feline. Though cats were incredibly cute-he had spent much time with cats whilst in Egypt a few hundred years ago- he was not one himself. He could never be that soft and contained. He was a raving raven to the core, one hell of a demon... But he no longer wanted this life; there was no meaning in being amongst these humans anymore. He had always known some elusive element was missing that he couldn't begin to place. His morose thoughts were interrupted by a pair of teeth nipping his lower lip.
Unthinkingly he lashed out only to be pushed down to the ground with the long haired man straddling him. "What-?" lips crashed into his and slowly tried to meld them to the kiss. It was surprisingly good but the shock was too much for any reaction to come from him. After a moment the kiss broke chastely and the shinigami chuckled before plunging back into the demon's mouth. A tongue tried to snake into his mouth but he finally came to his senses and bit the wet appendage. Bad move. The shinigami began trailing his lips and bleeding wounded tongue down his neck to the collar of his black shabby button up that he'd been wearing for this past week since arriving in London. He didn't have much earthly wealth to speak of since he was a demon and such things as the queen's money were as the creeper said- trash. Skilled hands began unbuttoning the round black clasps at his neck and he began struggling. This was of course halted when the older man started grinding his hips into the black haired demon. It was something he hadn't really felt before, all the human women he had been with were completely passive and so unattractive that keeping an erection, much less feeling aroused, was a difficult task. But the way he was being dominated just sent shivers down his spine that had him bucking up into the attention eagerly even as he knew he would hate himself for it later.
"Oho~ what a lovely reaction!" the gray haired shinigami smiled triumphantly sitting up on the demon's obvious arousal to deliberately put pressure on it. The slim man moaned openly causing more delight for the seme above him who simply leaned down to whisper in his ear that was half hidden by long strands of straight black hair. "I didn't know demons were so easy.." he teased.
Instantly his mind cleared up in a loud roar of anger "I'm WHAT!" This was going to be the start of his real life on earth among the mundane humans, all that had happened before was a precursor to what was to come about this century. But it would begin with the most trying living conditions he'd ever stood for, perhaps worse than that of his residence with bocchan Ciel Phantomhive, and it would spark something in him that would change him forever, Something that would change him from this mysteriously suicidal demon into the perfect cool-headed butler; Sebastian Michaelis.