Everything had to look perfect for the young master. The furniture had to be dusted, the floor was to be cleaned and shone down to the last speck of dust that adorned it's surface and the masters shoes had to be shone, stitched and ironed down to the laces. Ceil had instructed him to watch the phone while he took a little nap, so that is what Sebastian inquired to do.

Sebastian frowned, his stern red eyes focused and terrifying. He was a demon, supposed to devour Ceil's soul. His soul, rich tender and pure with just the slightest scent of rosemary, and he'd been looking forward to it. He was to make a meal out of the young master's soul. He'd licked his lips and parted them like a starving snake about to eat a mouse, yet Ceil had been empty. His soul which he'd cultivated for so many moons was now a dry husk, a dead flower.

Sebastian should have devoured Ceil's soul years ago, but now the young master had him wrapped around his finger eternally- like a demon to the Devil. How humiliating.

He allowed the smallest trace of a sneer to form on his face as he wiped the last speck of dust from the young master's table. Moments later, the phone, a stack of 130 documents and a quill and ink all landed in their respective places, neat, industrial, without one speck of rust, dirt or crease among them. He truly was one hell of a butler, was he not?

He started when the phone rang. It wasn't so much shock- oh, no- if he had jumped at something so insignificant, what kind of butler would have been? More so, it was a look of surprise. That phone- it was one used to perform contracts. The prey was put into a limbo of sorts and the specially adapted phone line reached out to them. From there, the demon organized a contract. Ceil... well, he'd never had a call before. The hot spot the young master had chosen was a lake, about half way between the Phantomhive manor and the estate they were currently residing in. Still, whether Ceil wanted a contract or not was another matter. He was a very picky boy.

It had been a good year or so since Ceil had become a demon. He hadn't ingested a human soul since then- Sebastian guessed he would be getting hungry by this point. He smirked- starving, in fact.

"Young master," Sebastian called eloquently, standing before him. Ceil was sitting on a blood red throne in the middle of a dimly lit room, his hand pressed against his cheek in boredom. "You have a call here for you."

"A call? Thats new." Ceil said. There was something about his tone Sebastian didn't like. Something he hadn't liked since the day he'd seen Ceil's red eyes and tried to kill him. He was posh and as firm as ever yet it was as if he was constantly smirking, mocking Sebastian. No matter, young master, Sebastian thought. You may think what you wish- I will remain your humble servant, I assure you. It bothered him, to some degree. He had to confess- that split second when he and Ceil were sinking in the ocean was terrifying. That split second of realization before Ceil opened his eyes and Sebastian had known he had to kill him- He'd known what it would mean. He'd be a slave to a kin of hell forever if he didn't do something.

He'd felt something he'd never felt before- true fear.

"You deal with it Sebastian. I don't care who it is or why, just arrange a contract and make me some tea. I'm going to take a nap." Ceil ordered.

Sebastian took a bow and left the room. "Yes, my young lord." Closing the door behind him, he picked up the telephone, long, spindly fingers wrapped loosely around it. "Yes?" Sebastian said.

"Sebastian?"

Sebastian could have dropped the phone in his horror. But of course, he didn't- such idiocy would not have been befitting of a butler from the Phantomhives. He regained his composure quickly and covered the receiver. "Are you absolutely certain you'd like to make a contract, young lord?"

"What are you talking about Sebastian? I gave you orders, didn't I?"

Sebastian sighed. "O-of course, my young Lord." He held the phone up once more. "Tell me- why do you wish to make a contract?" He asked. "Surely there is nothing you could want enough to give your soul away."

"Actually, there is." Elizabeth said through the line. "I was right, wasn't I? You really aren't human."

Sebastian smiled mysteriously. "No, indeed I am not. Tell me, though- what is it you would want enough to summon my master?"

Silence. "Well..." She finally began. "I would really like to see Ceil smile again."

"... Is that so." Sebastian smirked.

"You said something about your... master?" Elizabeth inquired. "Who is he? I didn't know demons could have more then one master. You aren't talking about the Devil, are you?"

"Oh, not even close, milady. My master and I will be at your estate shortly- in the mean time, I'll take the liberty of branding my master's mark on you myself." He pressed the symbol of a pentragram on the bottom of the phone and hung up. "Come, young master. I've arranged a contract for you." He said.

"Its about time. What was that?" Ceil said. "You talked as if you knew one another."

Sebastian just smiled slyly with a gaze that would have terrified even the bravest men. "Nothing at all, my young lord." He said smoothly.

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Yes, I know most of you were probably hoping Ceil would answer but I don't think Ceil would want to make a contract with Elizabeth, so I made Sebastian answer. This way, her fears about Sebastian not being human are confirmed and her reaction will be even greater when she finds out she is getting Ceil as a demon instead. x3

Thanks for the feedback, guys. I don't often get so many follows and reviews in the very first 12 hours, although I have gotten more views. I think I got 300 views in one day once... Now it has 3000 views and 40 reviews. xD Its ironic, in a way- its probably my most poorly written story and it has no plot.

Still, this was a pleasant surprise for me. My stories have been lacking in reviews and follows lately even if I write them well. I used to get about 100 views in 12 hours so its not been very good. As the alchemists say 'equivalent exchange'- and no doubt some of you will get that reference, lol.