"You must leave, my lord. You cannot stay here. You must leave." Sebastian told Ciel. "I am not leaving you, Sebastian. You wil live. You.... are not... going to die." Ciel sobbed. There was blood everywhere. Anywhere you stepped, there was shards of delicate glass, littering the floor. Minutes earlier, a dark cloud had swept through the alleyway where Ciel and Sebastian were, and as it passed over him, it covered him in deep scratches and deadly wounds. This mysterious cloud had destroyed anything in its way, but Sebastian had protected Ciel. It had appeared as if he had been mutilated mercilessly. Sebastian was dying, and dying fast. The last breath Sebastian had left in his body was used to say his last words to Ciel. "I....love....you....." Sebastian gasped, and exhaled one last time. His lifeless body lay on the ground, held by Ciel, sobbing until he ran out of breath. "I love you......too."
Ciel woke up, gasping, and shaking. "My lord, are you alright?" The tall, slender butler asked him, walking through the door. Ciel, who was quite relieved, did a something he had not done in a long time.....he ran up to Sebastian, sobbing into his coat. "You're....... here. You're not.... Sebastian." Composing himself, Ciel said sharply, "Bring me my tea, Sebastian. And my clothing. We're meeting someone at 3 o'clock sharp this afternoon, and I need you to prepare a feast for our guests." "Yes, my lord."
Sebastian exited, allowing the young earl to get dressed. Oh, why can't I get over myself? Come on Ciel, get it together. It was just a dream. It wasn't real. Ciel thought to himself as he waited for Sebastian to bring him his tea. Minutes later, the butler opened the door, pulling a cart that was much too small for his slender body. "Your tea, my lord."Sebastian muttered quietly." My lord, there has been a letter from someone, it is addressed to 'the young lord Phantomhive', from the lady Veronica Eustacia, from Paris. Sebastian remarked as he handed Ciel the letter vith a mysterious dark purple wax seal, displaying a Phoenix.'Lord Phantomhive,' the letter read, ' it has come to my attention that you have been engaging in questionable activities with that butler of yours. A tall, slender man matching his description was recently seen at the site of a gruesome murder with the murder weapon in hand, a butcher knife , which had blood dripping from the blade. If you do not come forward about this important matter immediately, I will personally see to it that he is removed from your household. Yours, sincerely, Veronica Eustacia.'
