Ciel begins to feel the weight of his life and it throws him into a dark depression. Sebastian notices his master no longer lets his arms be touched, and he can hear the weeping in the middle of the night. Will the demon be able to save Ciel before...
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"Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered weak and weary..." Ciel recited these lines from Poe's "The Raven," to himself. A raven. That is the form the demon had come to him as. His butler, Sebastian, his demon. Ciel Phantomhive knew what was to come when he got his revenge. His butler would finally feast upon his delicious soul. But in this moment, Ciel thought of his past more than the future.
Flames. The burning flames that consumed his home, and his family within. That night he lost it all, and he was stolen away. Men had taken him, put him in a cage, traded him for money. Ciel was ten years old when he was beaten and molested. The men kept it secret of course, because no one would want to buy used or damaged goods. Branded to belong to someone, the pain. An innocent child, thrust into a nightmare. And then Sebastian came. The demon came and all the people who hurt him were gone....all except the ones who killed his parents. Nevertheless, Ciel took his father's place as the earl Phantomhive, and pushed the pain away. Until, it came crawling back, of course.
The young boy was in the corner of his bathroom, curled in a ball with his knees drawn up to his chest. He had had a nightmare, and awoke with a silent scream in cold sweat. Thank the gods Sebastian hadn't come to check on him. He had quickly stumbled to the bathroom. He was okay, until he looked into the mirror and saw his tear stained face and wide eyes, one bearing the contract seal. Ciel saw in the mirror the scared little boy in the cage, damaged and broken. In that moment he recalled all the times he was touched against his will, beaten, and bartered for. Those animals, bearing sacrificial knives.
He was shaking terribly, his fingers digging into his shoulders, his teeth gnashing. He wished to end the pain he felt. What could he do? Ciel stood weakly, and began to desperately look through the cabinets. Nothing that he could use. He then remembered: the pocket knife he kept hidden under his pillow in case of an intrusion, along with his pistol. Ciel had heard that cutting a line into your flesh could help to relieve stress. It seemed ludicrous to him, but at this moment he was desperate. And it seemed a fascinating experiment. He made his way back to his bed, thankful Sebastian still had not cone to check on him. The boy reached under the pillow and grabbed the knife. He held it for a moment, feeling the way it seemed heavy in his hand. Ciel opened it, looked at the sharp steel, and took a deep breath. Ciel put the knife against the flesh of his forearm and ran it along his skin. He inhaled sharply at the blissful sting. He watched the blood pool along the cut. It felt...good. He made another line...and then another... Earl Phantomhive continued to cut into his arm until blood was smeared all along the skin and there were about 10 cuts. He took a deep breath. He couldn't let Sebastian dress him now.....the earl could not be seen as weak, especially by that demon.
Ciel went into the restroom and cleaned his arm, as well as the knife. He then put it back under the pillow and went to sleep like nothing happened.
Hi, this is my first story on here, so I am trying to get used to it. Let me know if you would like for me to continue the story! ~Sebastian
