Hidden Fate Black Butler

ch 4

One could hear the innocent giggles of two children down a staircase. They would feel the warmth of their youth and innocence as an image of children crossed their mind that pictured them prancing around and playing to whatever game they had invented. Yet this was a type of amusement that no parent would think that a child would enjoy, that is, no human parent. And not to also mention the place to which the cheerful sounds are coming from: a dungeon.

At the end of the staircase was a single metal door, pass that door that held a type of demonic aura was only a simple cave like room, at the center is a man chained to the floor with enchanted chains, he glared at the two that stood before him. The two children that dared to visit his cave type cell, he was known to be a very cruel being, given that he is a demon and that's as bad as one could get. But this demon revolted the idea of a ruler and banded together many other demons who wished to Dethrone the past kind, Lucifer.

But things didn't go his way, his minions were slaughtered like animals with a smile swing to a black sword and Lucifer stood before him, he was soon declared to be chained up and tortured for the next millennia. That was about two millennia ago and now he only got the freedom of kneeling for eternity for daring to go against his King.

It was like any other time he had been in this cave cell, passing the time as he counted yet again the small tiny cracks on the walls as to not go too insane. But this time was different, since he was unable to differentiate between day and night he slept and woke when his meals would come.

But as he woke up, hearing the iron door open, instead of seeing the usual demon guard tossing him curse words, he saw two innocent like children. He was sure to be hallucinating now, it was the only logical thing since he's been in the cave for so long that his mind was now too broken and yearned to have company that it manifested into child demons. Yet why children? Couldn't it be a beautiful woman to keep him company? Was it because he had once thought of having children? No, he hated kids, the mere thought made him gag, but now that he hand company he cared not for who it was.

Seeing as his mouth was covered with a demonic cloth to keep from speaking it was only ever taken off when he ate. It felts like hours as the children ridiculed him as he was getting pissed. Even if he manifested these demons from his mind, he was pretty sure that he would never want such foul mouthed children to keep him company.

"Look little sister, his eyes are angry~" The pale boy spoke with a snikering grin.

"Yes I see that big brother, he looks pitiful chained down." The younger child, a girl who looked like a female version of the boy smiled sweetly, yet something behind the smile made the man want to retreat, but that was impossible.

He was feared, not like Lucifer's twelve minions, but he was known by them as well.

Cale of despair, he looked up to Lucifer, but when he met a human he had contracted and fell in love, he found out that contracts were something he didn't want. A sort of obligation that one must always bide by the rules, it brought grief to his empty heart when her soul slid down his throat. And for that he saw that demons didn't need to have a king, without a king they wouldn't use contract and could kill whenever they wanted, some still do but once found they were put to death with an angel's axe.

He was sought out by the demon Knight's and was prosecuted without mercy.

"His hair is long, he would a perfect playmate!" The girl's eyes looked at the ridiculously long dark brown hair. "I could braid it and maybe decorate it with flowers."

Her pale hand reached out only for Cale to growl lowly and glare at the child who dare make fun of him. If it wasn't for all the chains he would have already killed them both long ago. Strewn their insides all about the room and paraded on their corpses. But he's chained up, unable to do anything to justify his humiliation.

"My my~ isn't he a feisty one?" The boy chuckled.

"Why don't we make this interesting?" The girl suddenly smirked, the temperature in the small room dropping.

"Prey tell Izumy?" The boy called to his little sister.

Izumy reached a small pale hand out and in a swift motion the cloth over Cale's mouth dropped to the floor. "He's cute." Izumy declared.

"There's no use thinking the way you're doing right now, he can't be freed, and since he can't be freed you can't have your fun." The boy shivered at the blushing face of his little sister.

"You're right Izaya..." Izumy pondered the thought as she walked slowly and elegantly around the prisoner and stopped behind him, where all the chains come to one with a demon blood lock.

"Oi! What are you doing?! Mother will sure to kill us if you free him." Izaya paniced as he threw a glance behind him to the iron door.

"He's been down here for so long, I doubt they even know he exists." Izumy laid her index finger on top of the Dimond shaped lock, gliding it down slowly to the end and around the small hole at the center.

"Go on little girl, I promise I won't bite." A hoarse voice filled the room.

"Ne, we don't care if you do." Izaya's usual laid back attitude suddenly did a 360 as his features turned deadly. "You just have to watch out for when we bite."

Izaya was always the reasonable one, sure he liked his own little childish hobbies but he had common sense when it mattered. Not to mention he adored his little sister, they were inseparable from the moment they had left their mothers womb. They were never seen apart and if people found one the other was bout to be near for mischief purposes. The two little siblings will be damned if the other was threaten or given a sarcastic comment, they turned into the true definition of a demon god. And seeing this lowly scum speak so freely had strung a cord inside of Izaya, and it was definitely not in a good way.

Seeing the boys face flash into a horrendous beast Cale flinched. These two might be in human form, but, for some odd reason he had seen something he wished to unsee (a/n: that ain't a word! Fuck!). And that's saying something coming from a man who had lived many millennia and witnessed many demonic forms since he was a child. Yet for some reason the form that had only flashed for a half a second made him want to crawl back to wherever he had originated from.

Izumy leaned forward, the brought out a small dagger she kept inside her dress and pricked her finger. She didn't wince, such small pain didn't even leave a throbbing sensation. The small dark red blood emerged and bubbled up as it slid to the side of her finger, itching to fall down.

"What do we have here?" A slow and gentle voice sounded.

But for the two children it brought nightmares they'll soon see when they sleep at night. Izumy slowly lifted her head as her red eyes connected to similar red ones. Izaya too turned since his back was towards the iron door. His eyes connected to the tall and handsome man who stood behind the woman.

"Hello mother, hello father." Both recited as if saying their tittles would give them mercy when facing subjugation.