No. There shall be no explination for this delay.
Just read.
And warning: this is probably the scariest chapter in the story (the song Scaretale has a lot to do with nightmares). No lyrics this time, because quite frankly the lyrics make NO sense outside of context.
Oh, before I get too into this stuff, I've been toying with the idea to write a bunch of random Kuro crossovers with other animes (like a bunch of one shots) and the thought amused me. Thoughts?
If the afterlife was an endless sleep, then at some point there had to be nightmares.
But the immortal never had an afterlife, never slept, and therefore never had nightmares; what was a once-boy to do? Make nightmares for others, of course. The idea of giving into his selfishly dark and sadistic side had long been a tempting idea-Sebastian knew there were many individuals that were only alive because Ciel liked to keep some form of social face in England-and with nothing holding him back, Ciel's boredom boiled over into something truly frightening. He became obsessed with people's fears and their reactions, gauging them against his own reactions to the fears that once paralyzed and made him sick.
And he would spin such horribly terrifying nightmares for people that Sebastian felt his own heart skip a beat when Ciel had that certain grin on his face. The grin that spelled disaster for another living creature but spelled months of amusment for the two devils. And months of work were put into the preperations Ciel made, he always was a stickler for details. He would find out a target's fear and then meticulously arrange a full on production for them based on every last version their fear could hold. Every situation, every possible scenario, every turn of the endless fear maze was plastered with the person's fear.
And when Ciel's expirement was done-when the victim gave him the response he wanted or became too boring to watch anymore-Ciel would harvest the soul for Sebastian and himself. It was a thing of beauty, a gorgeous peice of artwork that had Sebastian drooling with every turn. The screams of the victims were like a symphony to his ears, coupled with the whimperings and pleading of those tiny mortal voices, Sebastian could hardly contain himself when Ciel finally told him it was time to build another maze. It was like he was alive again, and it was a foreign but all too welcome feeling for the old demon.
Sebastian closed his eyes as another horrid scream tore through the echoing hallways of the current maze. A serene smile graced the demon's lips at the familiar sound of blood spattering against the floor as a noise like that of tearing skin and muscle echoed like harp's strings in the demon's ears. He could see it in his mind's eye (or rather through Ciel's eyes as their telepathic connection now allowed for that); the man was screaming in terror as those tiny legs skittered across his skin in furry patterns of an eight-legged dancer, a small and finely dressed figure sitting on the man's legs, slowly tearing into his stomach with a child-like curiosity. His young master had a way of turning something so stomach churning into something akin to unwrapping a present at Christmas as he tore once again into the squishy flesh of the man's abdomen and finally pulled out the white essence of the soul.
With a final gurgle, the man's eyes faded over as a particularly large breed of tarantula came to rest on his face, one leg resting on his open eye. Ciel stood and snapped his fingers, his dutiful butler appearing instantly with a wet towel and cleaned his master's hand as Ciel used his free hand and teeth to tear the soul in half. Dangling a half in his butler's face, Ciel swallowed his half and reached down to allow a blue-furred trapdoor spider to scurry on to his hand. He lifted the creature to his face and listened to the sound of his butler swallowing.
"This reaction was particularly interesting." He murmered quietly as he stroked the arachnid. "I never guessed he would be like a fainting goat and just lock up." He said and Sebastian nodded. "Interesting indeed, my young lord." He said as he followed Ciel down the halls to the exit the man was so close too. Ciel took out a lighter he had aquired some time ago and started it, thinking for a moment before he put the flame to the door frame. Instantly it caught fire and Ciel smirked. Either Sebastian was using his dominion over fire or he had soaked the wood in oil, but either way the entire structure was catching fire fast and he knew little would be left behind in the blaze. Inside he heard the paniced skittering and hissing of the various arachnids he and Sebastian had aquired for this particular maze.
He stroked the one in his hand again and stared into the flames. "Sebastian." He called and heard the raven's head turn towards him. "I used to be afraid of fire." The younger stated and Sebastian nodded. "Are you now?" He asked, ready to wisk the once-boy to safety. Ciel snorted. "No. I have thrown my nightmares away in favor of reality." He said, carelessly tossing the resident of his hand into the blaze. "And that is more frightening than any nightmare those mortal fools could come up with." He snapped before turning sharply and walking away, a smiling butler behind him.
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Petra Jade