The Game of Death (Part 1 in A Life Of Hell series)

Chapter 1

NOTE: Hey guys so this is a story that I originally wrote on archiveofourown but I decided to put it on here.

It was the day of my tenth birthday, December 14. Me and my family had been out all day. It was a grand day and was now just starting to get darker. It was snowing. I have always loved the snow. Just earlier me and my dog were out running and playing in the snow.

I smiled at the thought of my dog bounding around like he thought the snow would harm him. It was beautiful. Me and my mom walked to town square because I had been dying to see the Christmas tree that would be standing proud right there in the middle of the city.

My mom was holding my hand. "I will read you as many stories as you like tonight." she promised. I wriggled our of her grasp and walked up to an older man. I had no idea who this man was but I decided to tell him that it was my birthday anyway.

"Hey Mister, today's my birthday. Exciting huh?" I said. "Oh, Ciel, please. I'm sorry sir, please forgive him." she said. The older man turned toward my mother. "Not to worry Madam. Your son is a very charming young man." said the man. "Mother said since it's my birthday, I could sleep in the same room with her and father tonight. And she's going to read me as many stories as I want." I said.

"Oh, Ciel... I'm sorry once again sir." she said. She picked me up and carried me to the tree where we waited for my father to come. When he did we walked towards our house and sang Christmas carols the whole way there. It was a beautiful day and I wished it never ended.

When we walked into the house my mom settled me down and told me to go wait in her bedroom. She went downstairs to cook in the kitchen when there was a knock on the door. "Come in." she called. I waited silently to try and hear who it was. I heard the sound of fire crackling and decided to go see if my father had the fire going.

As I walked down the hall it got unbearably hot and I got nervous. The house was burning up around me. "Mother, Father! Where Are You!... Father!" I yelled as I opened the door to my father's study. The fire was burning everything in sight and the only thing I could see before the room collapsed, was my father sitting in his chair... dead.

I stood there shocked as my eyes began to water. I ran out of the house and as far as I could into the woods surrounding the family mansion. It was there that someone found me. They took care of me for two years. I hadn't smiled at all. Not once. I couldn't, my parents were dead.

So I ran away into the woods. I heard from someone at school that you could call upon a demon and make a contract with them. The only cost as your soul. I wasn't to fond of that last part but I couldn't get by on my own either. So I decided to strike a deal with a demon.

"Think carefully, should you reject the faith even this once, the gates of paradise will forever be out of your reach." said the demon crow. "Do you think, one that is among the faithful, would ever go as far as to summon someone like you?" I asked. He chuckled darkly. "I'll ask but once more, do you wish to form a contract with me?" he asked.

"I do... now stop asking these tedious questions and let me know if we have a deal!" I said angrily. The feathers that were falling around me began going back up. It was then I got the mark on my right eye to show that I was in a contract with a demon.

That is where it all began.