Chapter 4 - - - - - Old Friend Turn Foe

Sebastian had gone to his young master like he promised, bringing along with him a small dish with a slice of apple tart placed upon it. This was a small token of a bribe in hopes of persuading his young master to fulfill his request for Belial. Of course along the way, he had to repair the mishaps of his fellow workers who seemed to mess up every task laid upon them. With the minor detour out of the way, Sebastian continued on his journey to the young Earl's office.

Once he got to the office door, he knocked twice then opened out of respect, and when he peaked his head into the room, he saw his young master fast asleep in his chair, slightly drooling.

"Well, this seems rather expected." Sebastian said with a dissatisfied sigh. He walked over to the large wooden desk and placed the small plate in front of the napping Earl. "Young master, please wake up." He softly said, lightly tapping the boy. A small squirm came from the boy but he did not arouse just yet. He was fighting to stay asleep. But before Sebastian could make another move to wake the boy, a large explosion and heavy shaking startled them both to be fully alert to their surroundings.

Ciel jumped from his chair, fully awake, and rushed to the large window that was behind him "What was that?" He shouted.

Sebastian stood next to him, looking out the window as well, curious as to what was going on. He could already sense that it was something not caused by the servants for there was a supernatural feeling hanging in the air. Ciel was about to speak but another explosion happened, this time closer to them, causing the window to shatter. Sebastian pulled Ciel from danger, protecting him from any shards coming his way.

Belial was soon in the room, being thrown through the broken window by some unknown force, crashing into a book shelf, knocking all the books from their place and on top of him. Sebastian moved Ciel out of danger once again, this time, standing across from where Belial laid, keeping his guard up for any strange attacks.

Soon, a strange man entered the debris covered room. He wore black leather pants that were too tight for his own comfort, no shirt, and a waist coat that had no sleeves. Black boots, gloves, white hair spiked to the side, and there was a scar covering his left eye that seemed to been left over from a previous battle; it was his most defining attribute. "Is this what you've been reduced to?" The stranger said, walking over to the pile of books. "How pathetic." He added with a chuckle.

Sebastian released Ciel and moved in front of the pile of books covering Belial. "You will not harm him any further." He said.

The man just looked at him, examining him from head to toe, then smirked. "And you plan to stop me?" He said, amused at Sebastian's demand.

Belial shifted from under the books and stood up, ready to embrace another attack. "Stop this, Raeven. You're committing treason!" He said.

Raeven was a high ranking demon who stood loyal to King Lucifer as his trusted number one in his council. Despite being loyal, he deeply hated his superior because he was constantly taking the attention of Tadao away from him. Raeven wanted the King's butler all to himself, and even blackmailed him just so he could get into his bed. Although he fought on the side of Lucifer during thee Second Demonic War, when the chance arose to appose him, he took the chance. Sweet revenge was all he could think about and is still pursuing the fallen king to complete his masters wish.

"Treason doesn't exist when the crown no longer rests upon your head!" Raeven said, launching himself towards Belial. Sebastian tried to block his way but was quickly tossed aside, proving no match to the higher powered adversary. Belial evaded Raeven only to be hit by a side swipe, crashing into the wall near Sebastian and Ciel.

"Why aren't you putting up a fight?" Sebastian questioned, standing in front of Ciel to prevent him from getting harmed.

"If I do that, it'll give away my location." Belial responded, getting back on his feet.

Raeven just started laughing. "You're not really bright, are you?" He said in between laughter. "I know where you are, and I plan to bring you back to our fearless leader. So fight all you want, it wont help you." He said, getting into another fighting position.

"You will do no such thing." Belial hissed, launching towards his foe with intentions to kill. He was faster than Raeven thus managed a powerful blow that sent him through the wall behind him and into a spare bedroom. Belial followed soon after him, grabbing a hold of his former follower by the throat and pinning him down to the ground, preforming the same move he used on the old man not too long ago.

Raeven struggled to free himself and he could feel the bones of his neck strain under the gripping pressure. He then punched Belial in the face, knocking himself free from his fatal grip. Raeven rubbed his neck but quickly ran towards Belial once again, smashing his head into a window, scratching his entire face. Belial yelped in the pain, and being in a weakened state, voluntarily, he was subject to more damage, almost to that of a human.

Belial was growing weaker with each attack, and with half his body hanging out the window, if Sebastian didn't step in soon, Belial would be looking at an early defeat. Yet Sebastian couldn't do anything except cause more trouble, so he stood helplessly at the side with his young master, stricken with guilt at the sight before him.

Raeven chuckled. "This is too easy." He murmured to himself, pulling a weakened Belial from the window. With a smirk on his face, he gazed at his former boss with eyes filled with hate and jealousy. "You are pathetic. You deserve nothing less than dirt, you filthy weakling." He said in a low voice. Belial did nothing to free himself from Raeven, too weak to really continue. The foe raised his arm and within the palm of his hand, he gathered his energy into a ball of black shadows; he called it his Death Sphere, for it would bring the end of any life, whether it be mortal or a Gods. "Once I find Tadao, I'll ensure that he'll be mine until the end of time and not you." Raeven said, bursting into laughter.

Right when Raeven was about to strike, Belial took the words to heart and rage filled over him, causing his power to sky rocket past his foe's. Within his fit of rage, his amethyst eyes turned a deep blood red and he snarled. The inner demon was forcing his way out to put an end to his foe. Within mere seconds, Belial had freed himself from Raeven's grasp and even dealt a near-fatal blow to his former council member. "You will do no such thing!" Belial growled.

Sebastian quivered in fear at the site before him while Ciel stood there baffled as to what was happening. Even as a human, the young Earl knew that the man he had just met was worthy of Sebastian's praise, respect, and loyalty. But he couldn't really make out who Belial really was; he had his idea, yes, but to be one-hundred percent sure would prove to be a task.

Raeven felt unbearable pain as he trembled from the surprise attack from Belial. He was out of breath and he felt as though his entire body had become numb. He fell to his knees, coughing up blood onto the wooden floor. A sense of fear fell over him as the shadows of Belial covered him. He knew that if he didn't get out of there now, it would be the end of his existence.

Belial towered over Raeven, and with his blood red eyes filled with hate and anger, staring at him, figuring out how to go about ending his former follower's life. He licked his lips as a devilish smirk formed upon his pale face.

Fear encased Raeven's face as his plan made an unfortunate turn for the worse. He thought about running but his pride wouldn't allow him, and if he were to return empty handy, his pride would suffer more. He was ready to accept his fate that had it in for him. He closed his eyes and held his breath, awaiting the final blow.

A moments passed and nothing happened, leading to Raeven to open his eyes to see Belial returned to what he normally was. His eyes had returned to their amethyst color and his rage was back under his control. His eyes locked with Raeven's with a stare of disgust.

"Leave." Belial commanded.

Raeven had a chance to attack but he knew that he was out matched. He followed his former leader's order and left the Phantomhive mansion, heading towards an unknown location to recover and plan for his next move. When the coast was clear, he returned to Sebastian and Ciel, both of whom felt shaken from what they saw before them.

"Is he gone?" Sebastian asked.

Belial nodded his head. "He'll return, however." He replied.

Ciel stepped forward with anger upon his face. "I want you off of my estate immediately. The damage you and your kind have done to my mansion will cost me a great deal of money! I cant have you hanging around here, attracting more enemies." He yelled.

Belial just looked at him with a poker face.

"Young Master, do not say such things to him." Sebastian said, placing his hand on the young boys shoulder, but Ciel shoved it off.

"No. I will speak my mind." He barked back. "Whoever he is, he's not who he was before. So stop treating him as such!" He yelled. What Ciel had said was true, but Sebastian couldn't accept the present of his former leader being nothing more than a common demon in rank.

Belial grew tired of the human's bickering at his worldly possessions, an attachment he couldn't understand. With a sigh, he turned around and started to make his leave. "When I win this war, I'll repay for the damages, only if you don't piss me off more so then already." He said, jumping out the window.

Ciel took a deep sigh to calm his nerves, he was extremely frustrated at what the strange demon had caused him with in a few short hours of knowing him. "Sebastian..." He murmured.

Sebastian gave his young master a look of hate and annoyance. "Hmm?"

"Fix my mansion." He ordered, walking towards the door that was no longer there.

"Yes, my lord."

Three words he hated so much to say, but he was bound by a contract he couldn't escape until his prize was ripe for the picking.