Kitten in Hell (Sebastian x Reader)

Chapter 7

I know my update is late. I've just had a lot on my mind recently. Also had the shittiest case of writer's block. I died when I read this comment, thanks for making my day X'D

Your P.O.V

Your eyes opened and you took a deep breath in, only to find yourself locked in a dark box with little to no air. "What the hell?! Let me out!" Feeling a string attached to your hand you yanked it as hard as possible, hoping it would attract someone's attention. Scratching noises were heard above you and your eyes widened. They... They buried me alive!

Ciel's P.O.V

"How is he?" I asked Finny, who burst into my study only minutes ago and started screaming that Sebastian was awake and very unwell, which was a huge surprise for me. "I don't know, young master," he replied with tears in his large eyes. I knew Finny would be largely affected by Sebastian's state, since he really looked up to the demon. He never had many faults, especially in front of the others. So for them to see him like this must be hard. Seeing a shadow move in the corner I ordered Finny to leave and not come back in the room unless I told him to. "I thought Sebastian could take on anything," I said to the shadow, hoping it would be someone or something that could tell me what was wrong with Sebastian. "Apparently not, it appears the royal family isn't immune to the Demon's Plague" The shadow stepped out from the corner and I recognized it to be Grell, who was dressed in his usual attire, a black suit and tie, his chainsaw leaning against the wall beside him. Flipping his short red hair he stepped forward, never losing his stoic look as he said, "The Demon's Plague is a serious disease going around for demons at the moment and it is very deadly. I won't be surprised if your little pet dies soon. How he got the plague, however, I have no idea" My eyes widened and I looked at Sebastian, who was sweating all over and breathing in ragged breaths, a few burn marks and blisters slowly starting to appear on his skin. "He's literally burning alive. Slowly. Painfully. There's little to no chance of survival, even for the toughest demons" I reached out and, much to Grell's protest, I touched him, only to quickly withdraw my hand, which now had a large burn on it. "Mother of King Lucifer, he's hot!" Grell snickered a little and replaced his stance with a much more casual one, laughing a little as he did. "'Mother of King Lucifer'? What are you, a demon child? Might as well be, you're as cruel as one" His words struck a nerve, memories of how uncaring I was to so many people flashing across my mind like a cinematic record. "They don't care," I said, knowing the hidden meaning behind his words. I knew he was talking about the servants, including Sebastian, who I treated as a cold, heartless demon who only wanted my soul this whole time. I should have known from the start that Sebastian was unlike other demons. He showed compassion, happiness, sadness, and most of all, love. "They're grateful for everything I've given them-" "-And all they want is return is a genuine smile from you, which you haven't given them" I gasped, remembering all the times those imbeciles tried to make me laugh or smile, even Undertaker joined in on their mission, often telling me cheesy jokes or limericks. "There once a woman from Cue, who filled her vagina with glue. She said with a grin, 'If they pay to get in, they'll pay to get out of it too'" I felt a stab of pain in my chest as Sebastian's voice echoed in my mind, his cheesy limerick making me smile. "Oh? So you'll smile for me and not for them? What a cruel young master you are," Grell said, taunting me as he stood behind me and ran his fingers along my back. His touch made me shiver, and not in a good way before he let out an evil cackle and disappeared. He must be one of those special reapers, when I thought of the time when Undertaker told me that some reapers have special abilities that often give them a major advantage in the field, hence why they always get the job of killing other supernatural beings such as demons and angels. "Please get better, Sebastian," I whispered as said demon rolled over in bed, whimpering from the pressure on his blisters and burns. Maybe I could help... I ripped the bed sheets off the bed as quickly as possible, hoping that making him as cold as I could would help him, even if it delayed his death by only a few minutes. I grabbed the closest sharp object I could, which happened to be an old dagger Sebastian kept under his pillow, even though I knew he wouldn't need it. It took a long time, but I managed to finally cut all his clothes off except his boxers, throwing each ripped up piece of clothing to the side, making a mental note to burn them later since he wouldn't be able to use them again. Deciding that I've done all I can for him I left for the small graveyard not too far from Undertaker's parlor, a graveyard with only three graves. After around an hour of walking I finally made it to the graveyard, where Undertaker was sitting under the large cherry blossom tree, his death scythe leaning against the tree beside him. He looked as though he were the protector of the graves, except he was asleep at this time, his soft snores barely audible over the crunching sound of my boots on the ground. I stared down blankly at the graves before me, one read Rachel Phantomhive, one Vincent Phantomhive, and the other read... "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)," I said aloud, leaning down and touching the new headstone, tears threatening to fall as I remembered the day Alois invited me over, saying that Claude was having a total meltdown because (Y/N) had stopped breathing for a long time and that they were going to bury her, that being the time I demanded they bury her alongside my parents, since she was always like a second mother to me. Staring down at the small bell attached to the headstone I secretly prayed that the bell would ring, even though it had been about two weeks since she had been buried, the day after I returned from my visit to Hell, which definitely wasn't an enjoyable experience for me. "Well, if it isn't the one and only Phantomhive," I heard Undertaker say in a sad voice. Just as I opened my mouth to reply I heard the loud sound of bell being desperately rung, making both Undertaker and myself gasp in surprise. "SHE'S ALIVE?!"

Well damn. Poor Sebastian. I have officially decided that the person who wins the competition from the end of last chapter will receive a drawing through private message that hints what will happen on the random chapter I choose. I have to ask that you please keep the image for yourself and not show it to anyone else, because it will probably be a major spoiler just for me to show you alone. The winner will be announced by Ciel and Sebastian on chapter 10, so get those thinking caps on! Remember you can be as creative as you want! I love creativity, so go crazy, even if it means you think a giant dragon will fly through the town looking for the best chef possible to make him an awesome cake!

Also, I know I haven't been doing bloopers lately, but the chapters are just too serious for that kind of thing, don't you think?