Falling to Hell

Harsh Reality

~Ciel~

He woke up to the dreary dawn, not seeing the sun as it hid behind the darkest clouds. Now, the Earl lays silently on the large bed, waiting for the butler to open those curtains and pour him a cup of strong Earl Grey tea.

His night had been short and anything but sweet as he was surrounded by the nightmare. A nightmare that he thought he was willing to go through. One that had once held all of his answers... now it merely held unanswered screams. Soon, he would be one of them.

He could hear the low ticking of the clock, slowly mocking him, reminding him of the short time he has. He had no time to be afraid. No time to mull over the memories he was never allowed to enjoy.

Slowly, his eyes closed shut once more, just as the knob turned.

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~You~

The London Bridge is falling down,

In your mind you sang the familiar tune as you walked calmly through the wide halls. There were no servants about in this hour, but you knew there would be soon.

Falling down,

You had woken early, though you didn't know when. The skies were covered with gray, blocking out the light. In a way, you liked this weather, as you always thought of it as a veil to the holy light beyond, unreachable by mortal, ordinary souls.

Falling down.

You were one of these souls, ordinary and plain. You wondered what it was like to be otherwise. To be an angel... or a even a demon.

The London Bridge is falling down,

To be rejected by heaven, and need souls and blood to merely survive. That seemed like a more exciting existence.

My Fair Lady.

Your mind grew silent when you rounded the corner into what seemed to be the foyer of the Manor. It was spotless, it's dark colors murmuring regal and intimidating. Shadows clung to the walls, and it struck you as lonely as well, devoid of the mate it needed to bring light to this world. How odd.

"(Y/n)?"

You swirled around to the source of the voice, smiling when you realized it was only your father. "Yes, f- er, Sebastian?"

You thought you saw the corner of his mouth pinch down, but you weren't certain. He looked to be in pristine condition, as if he wore no bandages under that black butler attire. "Why are you awake so early?"

"I was no longer tired."

"I don't believe that is how it works..."

"That's how it worked just now."

"Did it?"

"Why are you wearing that?"

"You didn't answer my question."

"I know."

"(Y/n)..."

"Sebastian..."

He sighed, and continued walking, ignoring the exchange altogether. You smiled in merriment, enjoying your small victory. "So, where are you going?" You sang lightly as you followed behind him, having nothing better to do anyway.

"To the servants' quarters."

"Why?"

You saw his eye tick, and your merriment fled. He was annoyed by you, but you remember having conversations like this before, where he would either continue the battle or laugh with gracious defeat.