Revelations

Chapter eighteen

AN: So, here's the next chapter!
Okay so, in this one I added a very special guest, not an OC, but another character from Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler that I'm pretty sure you all love!
Anyway, hope you enjoy and let me know what you thought of my incorporating them!
Hopefully, it doesn't turn out too terrible... XD

As Sebastian sits on the hard grey stone floor of the prison cell, he can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of shame at what he has done.
Despite the fact, that he hadn't forced Ciel to do such a thing, the demon cannot help but think that it is still his fault, and that is why he deserves this punishment.
This trial.
Even before he met Ciel Phantomhive, Sebastian had been very hard on himself, often letting his thoughts, whether they were actually indeed true or not, get the best of him.
Sometimes, he had even felt like maybe he had deserved his fate, the life he had learned to embrace, wholeheartedly.
Being a demon.
At least, as a demon, he could no longer feel half of the emotions and anguish, he had constantly felt as a human.
Somehow, he had found great happiness, fulfillment, in letting go of those petty things, those emotions.
That is why now, in the darkness of the prison, with only a small oil lamp on the stone ledge of his window to provide barely any light, Sebastian Michaelis wishes that he didn't have to bare the emotions he now has.
Sadness, shame, anger, regret, rage...
He wishes that they'd just all go away, that Ciel would go away, and find a new butler so that then maybe, just maybe, Sebastian could finally start to rebuild his now pathetic life, and become someone who wouldn't ever again grovel to a child's demands.
But, he knew that such a thing was not possible, not anymore anyway.
It isn't possible because, despite what he thinks, about hating the petty emotions he now experiences so often, Sebastian knows that without them, without Ciel to love and call his own, he'd be nothing, and that boy, that precious, beautiful boy that he's grown to love so dearly, would now no longer be alive, if it wasn't for him and the contract they had made.
So, that is why, when a prison guard finally goes to unlock Sebastian's cell door, the demon knows that he cannot give up on what he now has gained.
He cannot give up on him and Ciel, nor can he give up on himself.
'I promised him I would not', the former butler thinks, thoughtfully.
'And, I won't...'
And so, with that last thought circling in his mind, Sebastian obediently follows the guard, who's now grabbed onto his arm, and roughly escorting him from the darkness of the room.

"Guards, please bring in the defendant, Sebastian Michaelis!", the judge booms from his perch atop his very tall desk.
So tall in fact, that Ciel has a hard time seeing the old man's face.
Seeing his sudden distress, Bard grabs hold of Ciel, who's shocked at first, but quickly realizes what the cook is doing, and lets him hoist him up onto his shoulders, so that he can see better.
The young boy then mouths a 'thank you' to him and begins to scan the room, evidently looking for one person and one person, only.
And, when he finally spots him, the Earl of Phantomhive can't help but let out a little gasp at his butler's appearance.
Sebastian is roughly sitting on a wooden bench next to two guards, his hands folded neatly in his lap, but the calm exterior is broken, when Ciel sees that his crimson eyes have dulled and his raven black hair so dishevelled, its sticking up on his head in all directions.
Also, the young boy notices with a sudden rage, that the guards in charge of his demon, have hurt the perfect pale skin of his face, and Sebastian's bottom lip appears to be bleeding, whether from anxiety or an injury bestowed upon him, Ciel is not sure.
"All rise for Her Majesty, Queen Victoria!", the judge booms out, then surprisingly gets up from his chair as the queen herself enters, her features that are tense, softening when she sees Ciel.
Slowly, she takes a seat in the judge's abandoned chair and quietly waits, as the room then resounds with her anthem.
Though, the young boy can't help but spit them out like venom, as he does so.
When the anthem is done, Queen Victoria takes her seat, and nods to her trusted servant, Oliver.
The pale-haired man begins to explain to the court why they are here today and what crimes Sebastian has supposedly committed.
Ciel tries not to scream as he hears the words being thrown at his butler, Sebastian seeming to cringe as each is said.
"Sexual assault! Underage relations with a minor!"
And, to his complete and utter horror, more crimes that his cousin seemed to somehow pin to Sebastian.
"Exploiting a minor for means of profit! Drugging a minor for unnerving motives!"
"That's not true!", Ciel shouts, causing the room to go completely silent.
Not even Sebastian says a word, but Ciel catches a glimpse of tears in his eyes.
He feels his own tears, trying not to cry at the sight.
With a determined look at the queen from atop his place on Bard's shoulders, he continues.
"That's not true. I am afraid that there has been a mistake, Your Majesty."
The queen looks at him, but it is Oliver who replies.
"Oh? Whatever do you mean, my boy?"
Ciel cringes at the queen's nickname for him, but brushes it aside.
"What I mean is, Sebastian did not do any of those things to me. Someone has clearly framed him, and set him up as some worthless pedophile who-"
"Objection!", a voice shouts, and Ciel sees with seething rage that it is Lizzy's lawyer.
His eyes then find her, as she sits on a wooden bench with her mother, a crumpled handkerchief in her white, lacy-gloved hand, as she wipes at her eyes.
Lady Middleford holds her daughter close, and tries to shush her crying, by placing one of her own white, lacy-gloved hands on her back, but of course, the action looks forced.
The young Earl knows that with no doubt, the woman doesn't really know what she is doing and only wishes to end this nonsense, so that her and Lizzy can go home.
"My client would like to call their first witness to the stand.", someone from the back of the room says, in a voice that is so familiar Ciel can't help but laugh, slightly.
And, even more so, when he finally sees who his servants got as his lawyer.
"Sorry I'm late, me apologies, Your Highness. I was up late last night fixin' up some corpses. But, you know how it is."
The queen pales at the Undertaker's words, almost as if she knows a little too well...
Ciel of course can only stare in shock, as he watches the old guy slowly make his way down the long aisle toward the last empty seat on the bench, beside him.
He's wearing those greyish-black long robes that he always does, the hem of them touching the floor as he walks, his silvery-grey hair seems to shine a bit, some strands brighter than others, almost as if he actually managed to take a bath this early in the morning. And, to top off the whole look, he's got his odd-looking tall top hat, that if Ciel didn't know any better, he would say it was made from the same cloth as his robes, but unlike them, was not fully put together. One piece of the cloth still hung limp partially off the hat, swinging back and forth like a cat's tail as he walks.
Finally, Ciel glares down at his other two servants, clearly in disbelief.
"You-you got him?!"
They nod and smile.
But, before the young boy can say anything more, he feels the presence of someone else beside him, and doesn't have to look to know who it is.
"Hello, Undertaker", he replies, voice monotone.
The old guy grins that creepy, toothy grin of his and says: "He-He, long time no see, to you too Earl."