sharp blades cut deep

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Ciel POV:

The clock struck 12 when I finally made my way up to my chamber, Sebastian following close behind. I couldn't hear the sound of his naturally light footsteps on the soft carpet but felt his presence luring behind me. The hallway was almost pitch-black. The only lightsource was granted by the cold moonshine coming in from an open window. I shivered as we walked closer, the clear night brought harsh wind it which cooled the inside of the stone walls that carried the manor.

"Are you freezing, my Lord?" Sebastian asked.

"N- no, I am certainly enjoying the summer-like warmth here, demon" I snapped between the shivers. "Must I remind you that I miss your demon-like abilities of not feeling a bloody thing?"

He was clearly enjoying my discomfort, I felt it. Or at least I imagined to do so.

"Shall I prepare a hot bath for you, Master? It could take a little while to heat up, given the fact that all the other servants are already fast asleep, but if you express the desire to take a bath, I will not hesitate and will accept any circumstances to fulfill your request."

His butler-like attitude pissed me off.

"Stop acting like you would give a shit about my wellbeing, demon. I am too tired for this bullshit."

I bluntly ignored the door he wanted to open for me and pushed it open myself.

"And light the fireplace" I ordered angryly before throwing myself on the bed. I laid there for a few moments, eyes open while I reflected on todays events. There was this one moment in the course of the evening that I - for the life of me - could not explain.

What was the high I felt when Harrington died? It felt like nothing would matter. I am used to the feeling that the people who surrounded me as well as myself do not matter. But in this very moment, it was like tasting the pure essence of existing. I lived the past, the present and the future at the same moment, standing above the fray, almost godlike. It was addictive and frightening at the same time, and it confused the hell out of me.

A soft tug on my shoulder pulled me out of the endless loop of my thoughts. My mood changed from angry and annoying to pensive and questioning everything.

"If you could sit up for a moment so I can dress you properly, my Lord? I will hurry so you can rest soon."

I nodded, but my thoughts were somewhere else.

Sebastian must have asked me something multiple times because his voice was slightly raised as he spoke to me again.

"In a brooding mood are we, young Earl? Are you questioning your goals?" Sebastian asked.

Don't fall for it, Ciel. He does not care. This question is asked to ensure that my sould will be his to consume. He is a weapon, a killer, a hellborn demon. Do not forget it, ever. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

"No, Sebastian, that's not it. It's... hard to explain."

I stopped and looked down, hoping he would be content with this vague answer. But as always, luck was not on my side. He kept standing in front of me, stoically like a marble statue. But he wasn't cold and pure and white. A statue filled with twisted darkness, pure evil which embodies hell.