Demonology 101

Lizzy sat in the living room feeling better then ever as she swung her legs back and forth on the couch. Ciel, however, looked extremely bored as his head rested on his hand, his elbow gently touching the arm-rest. Sebastian walked out of the kitchen, "Breakfast for two?"

Ciel glared up at him when the porcelain plates hit the table with a clang. Elizabeth reached for a white teacup with a hand-painted ornamental rose on it. She forced a smile, "Thank you, Sebastian!"

The man in black nodded, but Lizzy couldn't help but notice how un-kept and straggly his hair was. She'd never seen Sebastian look so poor and rotten. Her gaze left him and she decided to reach for a glazed dough-nut to help fill her sorrows with the happiness she missed and used to adore.

Ciel looked at the food, then at Lizzy. Why didn't he want any? He didn't feel any need or desire for the food, at all, like he normally does. He picked up his cup of tea, but it still didn't speak to him, and it was favorite... Earl Gray tea... He brought it to his lips and took a slow sip of it. Something was different. What was it? He took it away, his eyes widening when he noticed what it was. He didn't taste anything.

He looked towards Sebastian for help, "Sebastian?"

A pair of red eyes that he has known for years looked at him, "Yes?"

"I can't taste anything..."

Sebastian sat in front of his old master, staring into his eyes, "That's because..." his voice dropped to a hushed tone, probably so Lizzy didn't have to listen to it, "Demon's don't have taste-buds..."

Ciel looked down at him, trying his best to keep a straight face, as Sebastian continued, "They don't have to eat or drink, either if you haven't noticed..." His ex-butler that still hung around walked over to an old book-case and let his hands drop on the unused armrest. Lizzy jumped and looked over, her eyes landing on a book that read: Demonology.

Her head cocked to the side, "Sebastian what's that?"

"Something I haven't used in a long time..." He went over to the couch and sat next to Lizzy. "This will teach you all you need to know about Ciel's new habits."

Ciel looked over at him, his eyebrows striking down in protest, "What new habits?"

Sebastian glanced over at him, "You may not realize, but... being a new demon brings change."

He opened the book to the first page and Lizzy trembled from the pictures and graphics on the page. It was horror to her and Ciel's eyes. Sebastian looked at the two in amusement, "Shall I continue?"

Ciel took in a ragged breath and waved his hand, his eyes closing. "Sure... Carry on."

Sebastian turned the page and Lizzy saw a shot of two children holding hands that seemed to be immortal. It was more hideous then she'd thought it'd be. She pictured immortality to be a sort of utopia not something someone would have nightmares about. "What's that?"

Her finger pointed to a male demon. Sebastian looked deeply into the photo, as it was black and white and hard to tell what it was, "Yan-gant-y-tan. A demon from Brittany. He wanders the night holding five candles on five fingers... Familiar with the Will-o'-the-Wisp or Jack-o'-Lanterns?"

Lizzy sank back into the couch cushions and Ciel couldn't tell if she was frightened or not. "Oh..."

Sebastian turned the page and his eyes landed on a woman with a smudged caption that seemed to be written with calligraphy ink. Ciel looked over at her, but Sebastian turned the page quickly. All Ciel could make out of the ink-smudge was Lili.

He shut the book, turning to Ciel, "How about we start off with something a little more simpler." Lizzy looked at him, but Sebastian gave her an apologetic frown, "I suppose you cannot be in the presence of our conversation."

"Why not?"

"There are things about a demon, young women like you must not know, yet."

Lady Elizabeth got up, "Why? I am-"

"It is not because you aren't worthy. It's because it is too much for a human to withstand..."

Elizabeth stomped her foot, took her tea, and left.

Ciel sat back in his chair, "Why can't Lizzy stay?"

"Every demon must take on a form. Even young ones..."

"Do I have to wear heels?"

Sebastian's face went flushed, then, his eyes lit up in that fuchsia color, full of rage, "You said you never looked at my demon form!"

"I still saw black feathers and stilettos."

Sebastian's eyes closed and he sighed. "Well... not all demons have to look-a-like."

"Good..."

Ciel smirked, clearly thinking Sebastian's form must be highly disturbing, from what he's seen and heard. "Anyways... as I was saying; you must pick a form before Elizabeth's time runs out. But, it has to go with your personality and your chosen 'animal', such as that owl you have chosen..."

"Hm..." Ciel thought for a moment, but nothing came up. "What's the point of a form?"

"Everything. It'll help you get stronger in combat and-"

"Blah-blah-blah... tell me when this lesson is over..."

Sebastian glared at him, his eyes closing in disbelief that this kid could even pass as a demon.