Alexander watched as Sebastian overindulged himself upon the poor villages just outside of Rome. His first instinct was to halt the mayhem the young crow demon was making but, as it turned out all of this bloodshed was needed for the ritual to bring his daughter back.
So Alexander just decided to sit back and observe- only after he had enough souls- would he intervene and absorb all of the souls Sebastian had gathered. It left less dirty work for him, the less blood he had on his hands the better.
Sebastian stealthily stalked toward the only villager left standing. The young woman was so frightened that even from the cliff Alexander was onlooking ftom- he could see the poor girl quake in fear. Sebastian bared his fangs at the girl, his lips curling up, revealing all of his sharpened back teeth.
He walked even closer, so that there was only a breath between him and the woman. His right hand dug into the sleek dark locks of the girl, yanking her head back to look at him. Her eyes were filled with unshed tears, and fear was swirling within her chocolate coloured eyes.
Sebastian leaned in closer to her and inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring as the intoxicating scent of fear and death travelled up them. Then he ripped her in half, showering himself in the Crimson liquid that resembled his human eye colour.
A blue swirling ball emitted from the now mangled woman's body. Sebastian reached out for it and gripped it with his clawed hands, slowly bringing it to his red stained mouth- savoring every taste he could.
Alexander's face contorted with disgust. He never enjoyed watching the foul beasts called demons eat, it was never a sanitary process to watch. Then again Alexander often found himself ridiculing other races that were... less superior than his own.
Alexander jumped off of the cliffs edge he had been observing from. His toned body twisting and soaring through the crisp night air until his right foot connected to the rocky river shore. He straightened out his business suit and turned the river before him to ice as he shadowed behind his daughters disgusting lover.
How she was even able to stand his stench boggled his mind, but these were different times he guessed.
Alexander glided through the newly burnt Italian village, his polished shoes accidentally nudging a human remain once and a while- staining the tips of his shoes a dark crimson. Once again his face was one of disgust, he was never fond of blood or grime.
"Alexander?" A voice called, halting him mid-step.
Alexander swiftly turned on his heel, making sure too stand a tad bit straighter.
"Daniel." He replied curtly as his son stood before him.
Daniel was about six foot three, although his build and eye colour matched his fathers, he had the blond- almost white- hair of his mother. Daniel was the second born of all nine of Alexander's children, he was also the most sadistic.
Often as a child Daniel would purposefully harm his elder brothers pets, just so he could get his way. There was one incident that stood out, out of all of them.
When Daniel was at the age of 10, he had found out about his father's affair with a human woman, and that this woman had conceived a child born of fairy blood. Enraged to find out of his father's dishonesty he traveled into the human realm and had almost succeeded in killing Alisa, Idris's mother.
Alexander made it there in the nick of time though, and had barely anytime to stop his son from slaughtering his human bride-to-be.
"It has been a long time father. Pray tell, why are you chasing after a wild beast?"
"I suggest you mind your own boy." Alexander hissed.
"Is it that whores daughter you are so fond of?" Daniel inquired. "Am I not good enough!?"
"I have no time for your petty jealousy act Daniel, go home." Alexander stated and turned back to continue shadowing Sebastian.
Daniel backed off, but he refused to go home without an answer for his mother and seven brothers of why their father had so urgently left the kingdom.
"Mother is beginning to worry again, father. She is planning to over throw you for treason against our kind." Daniel stressed every word.
"I do not care for yo-" Alexander began but his words fell short as an explosion to the west went off.
Alexander quickly forgot about his bewildered son, and racing off in the direction of the smaug. He stopped just far enough away so he wouldn't go noticed. From the spot he was watching, he saw Sebastian being shot at by the Italian enforcement.
Sebastian eluded all of the gun fire, slithering through the darkened smoke like the predator he was. He snapped the front lines necks, all at once, with a swift flick of his wrists. They're souls slowly emerging from their bodies. He then made his way through each line. Putting forth extra effort to make each line more bloody, and more of an excruciating death than the last.
Perhaps it was that Alexander had gotten bored, or maybe he just couldn't watch any longer, but he intervened before Sebastian could slaughter the last man standing. His tall frame surpassed Sebastian's by almost three inches, his broad shoulders no longer slumped- but he stood with an air of confidence, and air of power.
Alexander made his first move fast. He shoved his hand down Sebastian's throat,collecting only the amount of souls he absolutely needed for the ritual. He then snapped Sebastian's neck, taking caution and twisting it so that he wasn't even able to look forward.
Alexander clapped his hands together emitting a pale white light from within them. He threw it up towards the now dark grey sky, and casted a circle around himself and Sebastian. He was never found of traveling with others this way, but he had no choice.
Sebastian would be semi normal when he awoke, but there was a slight chance his memory would be completely wiped. That's where Timothy's soul would come into help.
Although Sebastian wouldn't be able to remember him, Timothy had been absorbed into him. A sort of SD card if you will. Timothy would always back up Sebastian's memories, no matter how much hate he had for the demon.
That had been Alexander and Timothy's deal, in exchange- Alexander would one day restore him.
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Ciel paced his study as he remembered what Alexander had said nearly three weeks ago. They could bring her back, and that's was all that mattered to him.
He hadn't slept much since then, and when he did- they were dreadful nightmares. He often found himself in his sister's room after them, crying because she still wasn't asleep peacefully in her bed,but in a pearl coffin placed upon the very bed she slept on.
Ciel hated himself for crying, part of him felt guilty for not once shedding a tear for his mother and father, but seemingly always upset over his adopted sisters untimely demise. The other part was disappointed with the amount of weakness he was displaying.
Nevertheless, he knew that he cried because she was the only thing that had made him smile genuinely, and he knew she was all he really had left in this world.
Ciel slammed his fist into the bookcase next to his left side, and he kept punching until he heard someone clear their throat. Ciel quickly wiped his eyes of any signs of tears and turned to face the intrusive person in his study.
His face dropped into a grimace as a familiar flamboyant red head stood by the window, accompanied by a man in a suite with blond and black hair.
"Are we interrupting a self loathing party? The amount of negativity is bad for my complection!" Grell said exasperated.
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