We were all waiting for this moment, and we knew that Sebastian was as well. His smile was demonic, his eyes were glowing red. The contract was broken, lying on the pavement somewhere that we can't see. But we know; there is no longer a mark on neither Ciel nor I, and Sebastian's hands are left uncovered. He walked with confidence, as if he already knew he had won. And the possibility was that he could have, and we would all leave our blood on this street. In a sense though, I wouldn't have minded, because death was going to come sooner or later. Perhaps we will all end up in the darkening pits of Hell, where tortured souls have no end to their existence. But the human race has weird was of working, and that's why when we are in fear, we just don't give up. Maybe that's why demons get so attached to us; weak being trying so hard to survive in a world that could kill us at any moment. Though we act superior, there are other higher beings. Either way, the end was near, or depending on the circumstance of the situation, we were bound to die. It was these types of moments that counted. It gave someone the moments to think about what they regret in their lives, and how they wish they could change the past.

The funny thing is? I don't regret anything.

His hand was held out, as if to dance casually in the streets as rain clouds started to form. But his eyes weren't looking at us, they were looking behind us, towards the other demons that were still outside, staying beside their master. Claude grabbed Hannah by the waist, opened her mouth, and stuck his hand down her throat. He was venturing down to find something, something none of us were sure of. His hand crept back up, taking a sword with him. Hannah took it out of his hands, and held it between the quivering demons that were ready to battle. She was slow and calculating, taking in the battle field they were in.

"Whoever wins, the Phantomhive fate is in their hands," She stated, looking at the two figures, then glancing our way, "However, this isn't the place this should be held," She motioned around her, making it noticeable that what was going to happen shouldn't. Feathers and darkness was grazing over our skin, taking us somewhere else, a place more fit for something like this. Then there was silence, and no longer cobblestone paths.

There was a smell of sea water was overpowering. The sky was dark, and it was starting to rain. The mountains were high, making a bowl it seemed like, keeping everything inside and not letting it out. I watched ravens fly overhead, noticing the intensity that was brewing in the air. Alois was sitting on a bench next to Ciel, who was making it quite clear he wasn't going to be bothered. Ciel glanced my way and nodded with his head to take a seat. This was going to take a long time, something a lady shouldn't wait for while standing.

"The Island of Death," Claude commented, taking off his glasses and sticking them into his pocket, "Quite and ironic place to hold something like this, isn't it, Hannah?"

Sebastian smirked, tucking a small piece of hair behind his ear, "There is no irony in this, Claude. It's fate that you and I have to battle. Though I wonder, why must you protect them, dear friend. They also took away something that was yours, did they not?"

Claude smiled, glancing at the children that sat away from them, "She was never mine, dear friend, and she always stayed with you, did she not? I don't see what you are accusing me of."

"Then why," Sebastian stated, his eyes narrowing at Claude, "Would you do something as have my mate attempt to waltz away with you while I was gone for many months. You! Someone who I trusted took all of that away from me."

"Haven't you said so before, Damen?" Claude's smirk turned up into a small grin, knowing what he has done, "The prey is deceived with sweet words and dragged into darkness. To not notice the demons concealed power skillfully, sweetly, and quietly. She was alone, and she begged me to please her. And would you wish to know something else? That child, the small girl that always called you father?" Claude watched Sebastian's eyes narrow, already knowing what was going to be said next, "You never were really her father."

Hannah stepped in then, raising the sword above her head once more, "Tonight, there shall be and official demon dual, for two souls and their fate. On the Island of Death, there shall be the dance of the Macabre."

Each demon took their stance, watching the woman with the blade, taking in the surroundings that they had to deal with. Claude then spoke, "The sanctuary of demons, yet it seem someone has destroyed it, Sebastian Michaelis?"

Sebastian only smirked as Hannah continued, "No attacks our fatal to a demon. However, wounds that are dealt by the demon sword will meet their complete and utter end. The winner shall receive both Phantomhive children and do what they shall please," The sword was then thrown to the highest peak on the island, beckoning to anyone to come and grab it, "With this, you shall begin."

As the two demons wrestled their way up to the top, Ciel scoffed, "How pathetic, two grown demons fighting over souls as if their lives depend on it."

"In a sense now, they do," I said, glancing over at my brother, "The winner lives and gets us, and gets to do what they please. The other one rots and dies, if a demon corpse rots, anyways."

Alois sighed, cupping his cheeks with his hands, "Oh how I envy you two, how much love you get from these demons. I wished Claude loved me as much as he loved you."

"There is no such thing as love in a demon's vocabulary," Ciel counted, watching the two with intensity, "They want the soul; the prized possession that a demon comes by. They stay and ripen the soul, then harvest it once the contract is complete, nothing more."

"Then what is so important about yours, Phantomhive? Apparently every demon wants to have a taste of it."

"The Phantomhive soul," Hannah said, watching the two demons at play, "Is one that has encountered enough darkness that would make a soul sour, disgusting and something worthless. But in the end, it is the most pure and sweetest soul someone would want to have. In a sense, it's a soul that has found a light."

Done! This chapter is finally done! It just started and then wrote itself, something that hasn't happened in a long time. Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed, and until next time, see what happens.

~Char

If you have any prompts for Kuro, or Walking Dead, let me know through a review or a P.M. I've also though about starting a fic for Adventure Time. What do you guys think?