Ciel ran. He ran, and ran, ran. Every movement was torture. Every icy breath of air he took tore his throat, but he kept running. Why? Because he didn't have a choice. Those things that had kidnapped Sebastian were after him now, and it's a miracle they didn't catch him yet. Sebastian. What was happening to him? Did he manage to somehow get away? Was he fighting, or begging for mercy? Was he even still alive? Stop it, Ciel told himself. Don't even think that. He said he'd come back... Ciel knew he was lying to himself. He saw the look in the demon's eyes before he ran away. They both knew that Sebastian wouldn't be coming back for anybody.
Ciel had begun to cough violently. He had been running too hard for too long, and triggered an asthma attack. He slipped into an alleyway and slumped against the wall, struggling to control his breathing. He pressed a hand against his chest to try to alleviate some of the pressure, to no avail. He saw a shadow move out of the corner of his eyes, but when he turned he saw nothing. That's when he felt the hand on his neck. The inhumans had caught up to him. He whirled around and backed away, only to run into another. He was surrounded. His breathing hitched even further, he was choking and gasping for breath, but he managed to shout his butler's name.
"SEBASTIAN!" Of course, no one answered. Sebastian was missing in action. Most likely the demon was being bound someplace miles away, powerless to do a thing as his master was killed. Ciel tried to shriek again, but found himself with so little air that he was struggling just to stay conscious. I guess he really is gone, he thought. I'm on my own, I guess. Suddenly, there was a flash of silver and a whizzing sound as a knife flew by his head. He heard the crack of a skull as the knife found its mark. He was amazed. Had Sebastian really manage to somehow get away? He looked up to see who threw the knife. A raven-haired, pale-skinned woman who appeared to be in her early twenties if not late teens stood on the roof of a building. She threw another knife before leaping down and drawing a deadly looking sword. She pulled her knife out of the inhuman's head, only to launch it into another. She quickly ran her sword through several others before grabbing her knives, flinging Ciel over her back, and running away. Somehow, they ended up on top of a four-story building. The woman carefully put Ciel on the ground. He was coughing worse than ever and barely conscious.
"Don't worry, Ciel," she said. "You're safe for now."
"W-wh- who..." Ciel could barely talk.
"Shh," the woman said. "You shouldn't speak, it wouldn't help. Forgive me for forgetting to introduce myself. My name is Loss." She informed. She couldn't really say anymore, because as soon as she had finished that sentence, Ciel blacked out.
The demon slowly drifted back towards consciousness, pain and confusion being his guide. Even when he managed to open his eyes, all he could see was nothing. He tried to move, only to realize he was being restrained by something. Chains? He couldn't tell. He could tell that he had been in some sort of unconscious state, and that worried him deeply. Demons only went unconscious when they had been either severely wounded or were attempting to heal themselves.
He felt a tinge of fear, which enraged him to no end.. What was going on? Where was his master? He needed to find to out now. He wanted to make sure that the thing who did this to him would pay. He wanted to taste blood, to feel flesh ripping beneath his hands, and he wanted to hear those things scream. He began to struggle violently, roaring like the beast he was. He attempted to morph into his true form, but to no avail.
He cringed when another fresh wave of pain wracked his body. This wasn't at all the usual pain he felt when he was shot or stabbed, that was merely a discomfort. This pain was ruthless, savaging, and all consuming. There was nothing else but that burning pain. He didn't think or know anything. His only thoughts were pain. All he knew was pain. He cried out, blood red tears spilling over his eyes as he fell to his knees, leaving only the chains around his wrists to support him.
Something was pulled away from his face, and he was finally able to see. He looked up to see a woman with dark brown hair and strange green eyes holding a sword and a blindfold.
"Well would you look at that," she murmured. "The great Sebastian Michaelis, showing weakness? How absurd." She cast the blindfold aside, laughing slightly. Sebastian still couldn't think clearly, but he felt his left hand burn. He was overcome with anger. Enough anger to temporarily deaden the pain. His young master was in trouble! His young master could be dying, and there he was powerless to do anything! He began thrashing against the chains again, even though he knew it wouldn't do any good.
The demon suddenly found himself screaming in pain. His captor has just plunged her sword into his shoulder, and black blood rushed out to join the pool that had already gathered at his feet. He looked up and saw that the sword was angelic. He was dealing with an archangel, an incredibly rare being many times stronger than a demon.
"S-stop," he whispered. "Please..." He was revolted by his own weakness. The angel's eyes bore into his own.
"I don't think so," she said stoically. "You need to pay for your sins."
Guess who FINALLY decided to update? Yeah... sorry it took so long. Major writer's block is my only excuse xD. Oh, and don't expect any updates from me at all for a while. Midterms are a bitch... :3