A/N: Sooooooo I'm back ^^; I really enjoyed writing the last one :D and leaving everyone of a cliffhanger. Anybody guess who it is yet? Anyway on with the story 3. Also if you can guess where some of the references come from you are AWESOME and have awesome gaming taste too. :D
Ciel stared at the man leaning down over the corpse of his master on the floor. That wasn't the thing that shocked him because his master's had died before a couple of times. No, it was who it was. The demon. His black butler. Ciel hadn't felt sick in years but, this had really made his stomach churn.
"Demon," He said with as much authority as he could muster, "What in Hell's name do you think you are doing with my master's corpse?"
The man jumped in shock of hearing a voice behind him, obviously not sensing that Ciel had walked in behind him. He slowly turned around, red eyes narrowing at the demon stood in the door. Clearly not realizing who the man before him was the other demon decided that he might as well take a chance.
"Master? You must be a rather bad demon if he was prepared to throw away his contract with you." He snipped.
Ciel felt rather irked with that comment and had proceed to swiftly kick the demon in the face making sure to use his sharp heel as a little warning.
"Who do you think you are judging me? You still seem to be contracted to somebody, shouldn't you be with you own master?" He growled tapping his heel against his forehead.
The demons eyes widened for a moment before his expression darkened and he said in a cruel whisper, "I have no master, he's dead to me."
Ciel recoiled at those words hand clasped to his mouth. How could one person be so cruel? How many years had he waited to meet him again, only to be fed such words of hate?
"You seem shocked demon? Pray, tell what is wrong?" He teased.
"How can you speak so ill of your contractor? Do you have no demon pride?"
The raven picked himself up off the floor and brushed down his butler suit and turned towards him finally taking in his appearance. His mouth fell to the floor at the amount of clothing the other had on. Ciel smirked secretly to himself.
'Now I'm dressed like some sort hooker he takes interest in me. He's nothing more than a common pervert!' Ciel thought to himself as he tried to cover himself a little from his piercing red gaze.
"W-what the Hell are you looking at? If you keep staring I'll call my reaper friend if you don't stop and he'll be more than glad to have you!" He yelled blushing bright red.
"Come now don't be like that, you don't see many demons as pretty as you. It's a shame about your eye through, did you lose it in a Demon Duel?"
"You deprive me of my meal and then you continue to invade my privacy?" He snapped visible eye flashing a deep crimson.
"Am I really being so rude?" He sighed looking up at Ciel's harsh gaze, "Very well, I'll leave you to your meal in peace. You caught me before I had a chance to consume his soul."
The demon swept past him elegantly not even looking back. Ciel could feel frustration and hunger radiating from him and deep down inside he felt a twinge of sympathy.
"No, you can have him. You seem to need to feast more than I do. I can just easily obtain a soul via other methods." He sighed turning to face the other ridgid back.
"He's your master, so it's only right that-"
"This is an order, shut your mouth and eat that goddamned soul, Sebastian!" Ciel commanded easily tearing off the bandages that covered the right side of his face, revealing the contract mark in his right eye.
Sebastian gaped helplessly at his long since abandoned master as he walked past him making his way back to the servant's quarters. Once out of sight and ear shot, Ciel bolted down to his room and locked himself in before flinging himself on to his bed reverting into his normal form. The body he had as a human, the body of a child. For a while he just lay there unable to do anything. His thoughts were running at a hundred miles a second. He had just come fac e to face with his butler! Said butler had just tried to flirt with him. He had just- oh GOD!
Ciel buried his head into his pillow and tried to shut out his mind. What the HELL had just happened? His master was dead and all he could think about was that damned butler. He let a growl of frustration escape his throat. He was suddenly interrupted by a loud knocking at the door.
"Ciel? Ciel are you in here? What happened buddy? Come on, open the door. Ciel!"Yuki called each word adding to his already growing headache, "Please open the door, Ciel. Open it or-or I'll just walk in!... Okay, you asked for it!"
Yuki flung his door open with as much force as Ciel had done a minute ago. One had to wonder how the door hadn't fallen off it's hinges yet. He slowly sat up on the bed forcing himself to take the form he had been given by his now ex-master. This wasn't the best idea he'd ever had since he was in the same room as a sex demon and a teenage boy considering what he was currently wearing. As soon as Charles set his eyes on the young demon his jaw practically hit the floor. It was a wonder that the boy wasn't drooling. Because Charles had lived a rather sheltered life so he wasn't used to seeing somebody wear something that left so little to the imagination.
"W-what in the world are you wearing?" He gasped turning a light shade of pink.
Yuki just giggled, "Haven't seen that in a while, Ciel. Feeling a little kinky are we?"
He smiled at his joking. He could always count on Yuki to lighten the mood. Charles, on the other hand, had started to dribble down his shirt.
Ciel pulled himself up off the bed and stood in front of the two other males.
"Yuki, I need you to get in contact with Harold and Le Gatou and explain our situation to them. Leave, now." Ciel said sending Yuki out the door.
He waited until Yuki had left and knelt down in front of Charles. It was going to be hard to explain to him that his father was dead.
"Charles. I'm so sorry but, by the time I managed to get in there he was already dead." He said sadly, "I'll call your Uncle and arrange for you to stay with him. Since I've failed my contact, I cannot form another for ten years and I cannot stay on Earth. I'm sorry Charles Goodman."
"It's okay demon. Thank you for making father's wish come true anyway." The boy said smiling sadly as he walked past the young demon and out of his life.
Ciel smiled sadly to himself. Charles wasn't a bad child, he just found it hard to make friends. He had a feeling that he would be seeing the boy in ten years 'd need to talk to Sebastian before he left. If the other had gone then he'd be pissed. Well, at least he'd get to go home. Luckily, Hell wasn't the only plane where demons were welcome. In fact, the different types of demons have their own planes or regions within a plane which they may call home.
Aquatic Demons lived in the Deluded Depths in Hell. That region was all underwater where the currents made everything look distorted. The Pale was another plane that existed along side Earth that was a safe haven for Vampires. Oblivion was home to the twisted Daedra, and what demons considered was the 'true' hell. Only the brave and the foolish dared to step foot there. There were cities in Oblivion where demons were welcome but, it was very rough justice all around. Of course there was Hell where most demons lived but, to Ciel the entirety of that place smelt disgusting.
Then there was Solitude, the only place where angels, demons and reapers all lived peacefully together. Contrary to popular belief, they could all get along if they wished. Solitude was a safe haven although, it currently had no allies. Demons in Hell stood against the plane and it's ruler because of the angels and the kings of Oblivion couldn't be bothered to get involved.
Ciel sighed putting a hand to his head and swept his way back out of the comfort of his room to confront his long abandoned butler. He had to admit though, the man had done a splendid job of following his order. He had long finished scolding himself for falling into that trap and had begun to admire the other demon's 'devotion'. He had good reasons for not seeing it coming even a blind man could. It was because of Imprinting. Something about how one person can unconsciously pass on their traits after death if they were incredibly close to another person. Ciel had reasoned to himself that you couldn't get closer to a person than sharing a body with them. Of course he'd en up with Trancy's traits.
Luckily he'd decided to sort that out after he'd burst into tears for no reason in front of his first contractor. He'd been so embarrassed when she had laughed at him that he had hidden away and called Yuki and Le Gatou to come to help him. His contractor, to say the least, was thrilled to get three demons for the price of one. After that contract, which was over in about two weeks, they had resolved to do everything together. Sometimes they couldn't because Yuki, being a sex demon, would be off stalking potential 'prey'.
Le Gatou's reasons were pretty damn similar him ,being a vampire and therefore the weakest of their group, he would need to feed regularly. His usual victims were usually the homeless and people that weren't really missed much. When they didn't have a contract on they would just go and annoy the shinigami for fun. Ronald was pretty good friends with them because of that time when they had agreed to help him and Grell prank Will by painting his office bright illuminous pink. And Grell only put up with them because Ciel had sold him one of Sebastian's limbs after he had decided to drink an entire bottle of Angel tranquilizer which was basically alcohol (he had never been more drunk in his life).
He shook his head trying to not think about such trivial things when there was a potentially deadly pest hanging around. Set on what he had to do, Ciel started walking towards where he had left his butler. He could tell that there would be a fight between them which was exactly the reason why he had sent Yuki to get Harold and Le Gatou. The vampire would be near useless in a battle with Sebastian but, they would need all the help they could get. Harold was the oldest of the group and most probably able to get close to Sebastain's amount of power.
He knocked on the door out of habit then realized that there was no point since he didn't have a master anymore and he honestly didn't a damn if Sebastian was finished eating. Shrugging at the lack of sound from the room Ciel let himself in slowly trying not to disturb the demon dwelling inside. As soon as he stepped into the room the tension was unbearable and it was immediately difficult to breathe. He felt dizzy and nauseous which forced him to lean on the door frame for support.
'Damn, damn, damn, damn,damn!' He mentally screamed as he slid down the wall and fell into a heap on the floor, 'He set a trap! The nerve! That soul must of replenished his powers!'
A deep chuckle drifted over from behind the old wooden desk. Ciel tried to incline his head to look up at the demon sat in his ex-master's chair but, found himself entirely paralyzed.
"How, do you feel? After all you have just set off one of my most powerful traps." Sebastian chuckled in a mocking voice.
Ciel stared down at the ground, unable to lift his head and drained of energy. His head was throbbing and he felt like he had for those fifty years when he had not eaten a single soul. He felt so sick he was sure he would pass out any second.
"How is it Ciel? Does it hurt much my dearest Young Master? Do you feel the same pain I did when your sly white soul was torn out of my grasp?" He whispered darkly getting up fro m his seat and strolling casually over to the weakened younger demon.
He stretched out his hand and brushed Ciel's sweaty bangs from his eyes.
"I think I prefer you like this, Young Master. This way I can take anything I please."
"I think not."
Sebastain's head snapped up at the unexpected voice. In the hallway just beyond the open door was a demon with lilac hair dressed as a butler.