Demon Ciel in Oran high

Death

           Hey yo, its fruity im new to writing  so if you have any suggestions please tell me in the comments. Criticism is good just make it nice, please.                                                                                          I don't own Black Butler or Ouran High, credits go to the creators.  I also don't own any of the art I use for the covers all credits go to the amazing artists on Pinterest.  Ok to the story.

           It was about 300 years after all my friend's died, it was just me Sebastian, and the job. Serving England's royal family was no easy task, especially with the new king. In my opinion, he is an imbecile obsessed with winning every little thing. He always orders me to do everything for him it's so frustrating. I'm practically running the whole damned country myself. The only reason I haven't left him and his infuriating bloodline is that they know of my secret. I Ciel Phantomhive am a 298-year-old demon.

POV Ciel

it was a calm day, of course, anything was calm compared to the days when Elizabeth came to the mansion. Sebastian was out shopping. He knew since I was a demon now I could take care of myself. It's quite funny if you think about it. 

I was dying, bleeding out on the ground after Sebastian failed to save me. The undertaker threw me off the balcony. Sebastian managed to fend him off but just barely. It was a shame because after he finished I had already died. I woke up on an elevator with a bunch of other people. They all looked so menacing. On our way down I noticed we were heading to the very last floor. The air in that elevator was so thick you could almost cut it. There was this lady on the elevator with this long disgusting mob of hair that bothered me very much,  she noticed me staring and asked what I was down there for. After a while of her talking about her "beloved " children, she killed for telling the police about how she strangled her husband. The elevator dinged and we got off.

 When I got off the first thing I noticed was the line that seemed to go on for forever. We waited and waited I was dying of boredom, and finally, I met the being at the front of the line. I couldn't tell if they were a man or woman but I could tell that whoever they were they were powerful. The man in front of me went to them kneeled and waited though I couldn't hear the person's conversation with the man I could see the man getting very anxious. Small beads of sweat appeared all over his face, the veins in his eyes bulged, mouth parted slightly in shock. All of a sudden the man started screaming at the person sitting in the chair when he dropped into a fire the last thing I saw was his hand gripping the doorway leading to the fiery pit. It shut forcefully leaving his 4 bloody severed fingers.

 When I snapped back into reality I could see the person waving for me to come over. I walked over to them about to kneel as the others before I did. But then They snapped and I was teleported. I blinked in surprise, as I was now on the person's lap.  I was about to open my mouth to protest but they put their finger over my mouth to tell me to listen. I stopped and took a minute to observe the mysterious person but then I realized how they were holding me. Their left arm was under my knees while their hand rested on my thigh. Their right arm was holding my back wrapping around my waist. As my face flushed bright red the person's only laughed at my reaction. The people in the line started to wonder what was going on as they couldn't hear either. The person introduced themselves as Lucifer. As they spoke I noticed their voice was slightly deeper than I thought they would be. He started to explain that he had been so excited for me to die and finally come down to meet him. 

While he was talking I started to take in his appearance. He was so beautiful long dark blue hair so silky without a single knot in sight. Skin fair and smooth, jawline so sharp it could cut. Dark red almost black eyes with full eyelashes. I blushed again, noticing the silence he adjusted me on his lap so that I was sitting up more. He spoke again shocking me.