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(And by the way... this chapter gets a little fluffy X3)

Chapter 5: Deviant meets Demon

I found myself bored once again at nightfall.

...In all seriousness, why the hell does this keep happening?

I sat on my bed, running my hands through my ebony hair. I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday - the way the Young Master reacted when he received my letter and his poorly-concealed smile...

...Why do I keep thinking about it?

I shook my head to clear it of thought. There's not really anything to be done today. Everything for tomorrow was already taken care of; I became bored earlier as well (about an hour ago) and made the morning and afternoon tea AND evening meals (adding a special preservative of course) and cleaned up the entire manor. What else could I possibly do at night with absolutely nothing calling to me?

No point in sitting here, then. I might as well go for a walk and see what the Young Master wanted me to see him in his room for...

I didn't' bring the candelabra this time; I figured I could roam the halls without it. I didn't have that much trouble seeing anyway, especially not in the dark. If anything, my vision improves come nightfall, as when I was living down there, darkness was very much a thing.

...For eternity.

I stood from the bed and opened the door to the hallway quietly; God forbid I had woken up the others in the process. I slunk gingerly down the hallway, popping into different rooms with their doors ajar - I had better close them lest something go missing overnight.

I checked the coke in each fireplace so that the hearts didn't go completely out - the midnight air tonight was quite cold. I used a metal poker to prod the coals in different directions.

So far, so good.

I resumed my excursion out to the Young Master's bedchamber, lifting my head every once in a while. I turned down one hallway to greet the courtyard, figuring I could stop there for a while for some outside air. There was something in that same air, though, that set me off - it didn't seem quite right in the manor tonight: it smelled of something inhuman, but familiar.

I kept walking, picking up my pace a little more as I had trodden down the stone pathway through the courtyard gardens. I certainly wasn't afraid of whatever this thing was - I just didn't exactly want to get caught up in something that could be avoided and then have to alert the entire household.

Something emanated from behind me. Almost like...footsteps?

I didn't want to stop, but something had compelled me to. My footsteps came to a halt, as did the other pair seemingly behind me, following so closely. I took three steps: the other pair took three steps. I took a single stride: the other followed suit.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to turn and see what was behind me.

I swivelled, and my eyes fell upon a sight that sickened me so, followed by an obnoxiously loud blare from an object about the size of a very small tree.

It was Grell Sutcliff, bearing his repulsive chainsaw (not that it was any more disturbing than the person holding it).

"Ohh, Bassy! How I have DIED for this moment~! Over and over, I cannot expre-"

"Could you please remain quiet? My master is trying to sleep, and as far as I am concerned, wielding chainsaws and shouting unnecessarily does not help one rest."

Grell faked a pout. "Come now, darling, why are you so mean?" I only want to have some innocent fun with y-o-u..." Grell poked my shoulder with each individual syllable that he spoke. "Is there something on your mind, love?" He gave me a cheshire grin.

I let out a long sigh and brushed him (quite literally) off of my shoulder. "As the so-called 'Queen of the Reapers' at the Dispatch, you of all people should know what boredom is." I started.

"Ahhh, yes. Some days I get so lonely while I'm working, you know. If only you would show up in one of my records, Sebby dear! Then I would have some real fun in my line of work~!" The Shinigami swung his berry-red chainsaw over his head, and, before I could react, brought it down upon my chest, tearing a gash in my clothing and reaching porcelain skin underneath.

To say the very least, never before had I experienced a pain such as this. The blood seemed to rise endlessly from my wound, pain searing into my very being.

"This will be the best record to date, my love..." Grell taunted as my Cinematic Record replayed before my eyes.

The soft sound of a child sobbing. Men and women bearing cloaks and masks all gathered around a circular hall with an altar placed in the middle, bloodsoaked cages lying around it in a pattern of sorts.

A black mist spread through the room from the centre of the small crowd. It parted at the bottom, a sharp-heeled boot conjured from the darkness. It stood and manifested itself into a full being, standing quite tall and shrouded in black.

People began to swarm and shriek at the newly-found thing. One man flung himself at it.

"The-the demon! It truly came!" He turned directly to the entity. "Grant me eternal life and wealth!" He shouted greedily.

The being simply stared at him through slitted eyes.

You did not summon me.

Another person edged closer and demanded for someone else`s death.

Nor did you...

The demon found its eyes staring down at one of the cages - the only one with a living person in it - and the child inside it stared up at it through wide, cerulean eyes.

"Oh." It smirked deviously. It's this one.

"You have made quite a large sacrifice." It walked closer to the boy. "Now it is your choice to make a contract with a demon and have your wishes granted, or simply not."

It licked its lips ravenously. "However, the price to cross the bridge has already been paid."

The boy's hands began to shake violently as tears came down from his ocean-blue eyes. "I... I want POWER."

A man in the crowd raised a fist. "SOMEONE SHUT THAT DAMN BRAT UP-"

The boy drowned his yells out with a cry. "I WANT THE POWER TO TAKE REVENGE ON THE ONES WHO DID THIS TO US! I, CIEL PHANTOMHIVE, WILL MAKE A CONTRACT WITH YOU, DEMON!"

Its smirk grew wider. "So... you have abandoned the path of light for the path to Hell." Its eyes narrowed. "Fine." It walked closer to the boy until he was about a foot from the cage. "Well then - let's mark your body with the contract seal. The more visible the seal is, the stronger its power. So, where do you want it-"

"Anywhere will do." Tears streamed down from Ciel's eyes. "I want a power stronger than anyone else's!" He flung his right arm out of the cage and outstretched it toward the demon in desperation.

It laughed maniacally. "You're quite greedy, despite your small body..." A hand took hold of Ciel's face, the thumb tracing itself under the boy's right eye, wiping away his tears. "Well then.I shall put the contract seal on that big eye of yours, so full of pain and despair!" Its entire hand covered his face now, pushing it back forcefully as the child held onto the cage bars to keep himself up.

The boy screamed as a heavy pressure began to carve itself into his eye, blood seeping under his eyelid as he closed it tightly from the pain.

"Now - what shall you do to the ones who defiled you?" The demon let go of his face and retracted its hand back to its side.

Ciel opened his eyes as the demon stared him down, looking up into the eyes of the monster he now controlled.

"KILL THEM ALL!"

The demon did a full circle of the room as all of the candles blew out but the one beside Ciel on their own, blood spattering everywhere - from the floor to the walls and pillars - until everyone was on the floor, dead, with holes in their chests and looks of horror frozen onto their faces, no longer masked.

The demon remained shrouded in its darkness for a moment before stepping out into the light of the only lit candle in the room. Its shoes were no longer pointed and heeled, wearing the attire of a typical butler with tailcoat. This demon was clearly a male, his hair darker than the current midnight and parted down the middle, a single splice remaining in the middle of his ivory face, doe-eyes wine red.

"And now, Master." He crouched in front of Ciel, gripping the cage bars and pulling them apart as if they were paper. He smirked devilishly to the boy that had been waiting for him. "You shall return home."

Ciel stood slowly, letting himself feel his own weight - or lack thereof - stand on his emaciated legs as he walked upon bruised feet.

The demon began to walk away from him before he felt a tug at his jacket. He swivelled around to see the boy holding one of his coattails in a thin hand, looking up into his elegant face with a sullen expression.

"What's your name, demon?" He urged.

This can't possibly be so bad.

The entity simply gave a faux smile, eyes narrowed. "Whatever my master wishes to call me."

He looked down at the bloodstained floor for a moment before giving a small smile.

"Sebastian."

"Was that your previous butler's name?" Sebastian's smile appeared to be more genuine.

Ciel looked to the darkness for a moment before speaking again. "It was my dog's name."

Nevermind.

I ended up serving an incredibly disagreeable boy.

My eyes flew open - my Cinematic Record was rewinding. I had been doing it on my own accord, placing the memories back within so Grell couldn't take my... 'soul.'

My eyes widened as I heard a familiar voice yelling to me from the other end of the courtyard, getting louder as its owner grew closer. I soon realized that I was seemingly floating in air, suspended by my own memories.

"SEBASTIAN!"

I turned my head 'round to see the person who had spoken to me. It was my Young Master, Ciel, and the boy was running through the rows of roses in his nightshirt, shivering from the freezing midnight air.

"SEBASTIAN! What's happened?!"

"We're playing a little game~" Grell spoke. My Record was nearing very close to the beginning again. "Now get out of the way, brat, or you shall end up the same as sweet Bassy here!" He took a swipe at Ciel with his chainsaw.

Time was in slow-motion as I reacted. My eyes grew wide as I found the Record sealing itself in my chest, blood roaring through my ears as I ran over to Ciel as fast as my legs would take me and, shielding the boy with both of my arms, collapsed with him, falling to the ground with him in my arms.

"Now now, Sebby, why would you do that?" Grell frowned widely. "I was only having some fun..."

My arms remained around Ciel. "I'm sorry, but I will not allow my Young Master to die while I am still his butler. Not until the contract is fulfilled." Ciel lay still underneath me, his arms around my back and neck.

Grell let a hand rest on his hip. "The way you care for that little brat - it makes me envious, my darling." He looked up at the moon in all of its fullness. "Well then, I do believe I must be off ledgers are going to be quite full tonight, I'm afraid. Ta-ta for now, sweet Bassy~!" He bounded off toward the other end of the courtyard and jumped its large stone wall to run off into the night.

I closed my eyes for a moment and sighed before turning my gaze to the boy still underneath me. "Young Master, are you alright?" My voice was soft.

He let out a long breath. "Yes, I'm fine..." Ciel let his eyes wander down to my chest, where my coat was ripped open and blood seeped out from the wound caused by the Shinigami's scythe. "...but what about you?"

I raised a gloved hand to touch the wound. I winced for a moment before placing my whole hand over my chest and feeling something spreading through my chest, warmer than blood.

I removed my hand from my chest to see the wound completely healed, no evidence of any laceration.

Ciel's eyes widened at this for a moment before obtaining a sullen face and shivering.

"Master, are you cold? I could lend you my tailcoa-"

"It's fine." He waved an airy hand before crawling out from beneath me, and standing on his two feet. "I'm going inside anyway." I don't want to touch your blood...

He set off at a slow pace before I strode up to him and scooped him up in my arms, making sure to not have him make contact with the front of my jacket before spinning him around to sit on my back. My arms reached back to hook under his legs.

"Sebastian, wha-"

"Speak no more, Young Master, it is time you went to bed." I walked briskly to the back door closest to where we were. Ciel huddled closer to my back to attain warmth as the cold air danced through his hair and brushed his exposed legs and face.

We reached his bedchamber in a short amount of time, and I set him down on his king-size bed, gripping the ivory-white duvet in my hands and sliding it over his body. He shivered once again in the candlelight.

"Sebastian..?" His voice was almost too soft to hear.

"Yes, Master?"

"I forgot to tell you something..." He started.

"It was about that letter that you wrote, wasn't it?" I crouched down at his bedside, meeting him at eye-level.

His eyes widened. "How did you - you read the letter?"

"Yes, in fact, I did. I couldn't help but notice that it was addressed to me, and so I read it."

The boy looked away for a moment before sitting up in his bed and peered at me from a slightly higher angle. My head tilted up, he began to speak. "I wanted to thank you... for saving my life."

I let my head cock sideways as I felt my eyes widen a bit.

"That's why I wanted to meet you here. I... didn't want the other servants knowing lest they twist my words around and-"

"You don't want your pride to be tarnished, is that it?" I smirked lightly, picking up the candelabra off his nightstand.

He looked down at the covers and clenched his fists. "I... perhaps..."

I smiled a very small smile before standing slowly and bending over to look the boy in the face, the silver candelabra in my hand casting shadows upon the panelled walls once again.

"Master...if I may..."

I bent over to look him in the eye.

"You mustn't thank me for such things."

His eyes narrowed, a certain sadness - if you could call it that - looming over his face. And why not..?

My mouth fell into a soft smirk.

"If I couldn't at least save my master from death, well then... what kind of butler would I be?"

I let my gaze soften before I turned to blow out the candles in my hand.

"...Goodnight, Young Master..."

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