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SebastianxCiel: LoversCiel sat in his room on his bed thinking, and thinking well at least trying to that is. In truth, he couldn't stop thinking about his beloved butler, his precious demon, Sebastian.
*What's wrong with me?* he thought brushing his hair out of his uncovered eye. *Am I really so pathetic that I would actually become infatuated with my own butler and a demon no less.* Ciel shook his head.
*And besides, he is going to be my ultimate undoing the one to devour my soul. How could I possibly love him ?* he wondered, but was pulled out of his thoughts by a knock at the door.
"Enter." Ciel said simply as he watched the figure slowly open he door. There he stood, Sebastian, the Black Butler, smiling and holding a tray of food and tea.
"Good morning young master. Did you have a pleasant night?" Sebastian asked pleasantly walking over to the bedside.
Ciel looked up silently, admiring the perfect face smiling back at him. His thick, silky black hair, and those beautiful eyes tha
The Demon's Kiss"So will it hurt?" Ciel inquired. He was getting somewhat anxious. He wasn't afraid of death, since he was prepared for that moment once his revenge was completed. He finally felt complete, knowing that he'd accomplished his mission. However, the wait was what caused him uneasiness.
"It will a bit, I'm sorry. I will endeavor to be gentle, though." Sebastian responded caringly. A youngster wasn't supposed to experiment such a harsh life like Ciel had had, and yet with such a tragic ending.
And not only that, but he had grew fond of the boy, though he would never admit it. Losing him would be such a shame...
But that wouldn't stop him to eat his soul. Because Ciel was nothing but his food. And because Ciel's soul was perfect, Ciel's soul was ridiculously attracting…
Ciel's soul was heaven for the demons. What an irony.
Ciel, Ciel meant heaven; and Sebastian thought it was the most suitable name for the child. His blue eyes, his purity in all his suffer, were surely something ce
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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