A Demon's Love.

Hidden Behind my Gaze.

A tight knitted frown was cast across Ciel's plump childish face as he witnessed the truly dreadful sight of his black king collapsing onto the wooden chessboard. Whereas the victorious smug look plastered across my expression was the exact polar opposite of his defeated, dejected exterior. 

Like a kid having a temper tantrum Ciel slammed his fist down onto the small circular table where we sat, causing a few more wooden pawns to collapse in the process. 

A deep scowl engraved across his mouth, his bottom lip quirking downward. 

"Again." 

I couldn't help but be amused at his immature behavior. 

"You seem rather eager to win today, Ciel. Is there something in particular on your mind that you'd wish to ask me?" I taunted, our agreement that whoever wins gets to ask the loser whatever they want still intact. 

"No, there isn't... I'm merely mad that you keep winning," The peeved, red cheeked Earl barked, the pads of his fingers pounding down onto the wooden arm of his chair. "Now, ask me whatever you'd like. Go on." 

"Very well," I caved, setting back up the chess pieces neatly in between the black, and white checkered squares. "Have you thought at all about the day when Sebastian does eat your soul?" 

"No," I heard him plainly enunciate as he took a sip of his tea. "I am merely going to continue on my path of revenge, and then when that day comes I will refuse to run from it. I won't act like a coward, nor will I plead, and beg Sebastian to not kill me. A contract is a contract, and I do not intend on breaking the rules of our deal." 

I nodded accordingly, already knowing that he'd give me that sort of prideful, assured answer. 

"I wonder though, if Sebastian will even be able to kill you when that fateful day does come." I let slip, catching Ciel's attention with ease. 

"Why wouldn't he?" 

Wagging my index finger at him I acted like a mother scolding her child. 

"Ah, ah. That's a question, Ciel. Win a game, and then you can ask me that." 

The noble boys grouchy face resumed back as he slunk in his chair, now more determined than ever to put everything he had into winning our next game of chess as if his life depended on it. The saying "Its just a game" totally lost on him, making me laugh a little. 

During our match he acted so calculating, putting so much thought into each small move that he made, so hellbent on winning that I couldn't help but lose for him, allowing my white king to be knocked down by one of his pawns. 

For a split second he was seemingly elated, and satisfied with his skills until his brain began to churn a little, a now gleam of suspicion laced across his navy eye. 

"You lost on purpose, didn't you?" 

"Well, yes," I admitted flatly. "You gotta give a dog a bone every once in awhile, you know. Go ahead, ask me anything. I won't lose deliberately next time, so do voice what you have to say now even if your victory was a fake one." 

He sighed at my action, regrettably accepting the fact that he didn't win truthfully, his mind now fixated on his query that he let his ego slide for a little bit. 

"Why would Sebastian not eat my soul?" 

I exhaled deeply, putting some thought into my answer. 

"I have recently begun to realize that Sebastian is my only weakness, and in turn, I am his own weakness as well." 

Ciel's look grew more annoyed, and I could tell that my puzzling remark hadn't squelched his curiosity. 

"How does that fact apply to me?" 

I merely pointed at him. 

"You, your eyes, your story, everything... It might be a bit too familiar for Sebastian, and he might end up sparing your life. Contract, or not. It might be interesting actually to see what choice Sebastian does make when the time comes, but alas, I may not be around to see it." 

"Why wouldn't you be?" Ciel spoke up, taking my warning sentence as a mere jest. "Isn't Sebastian the only one who can kill you?" 

I simply smirked, leaning over across the chessboard closer towards him, and he peered over too, anxious to hear what I was about to tattle out. 

"I'm not revealing anymore information." I playfully whispered, making Ciel even more irked just as Sebastian came ambling into the study. 

"My Lord, Charles Grey is here to see you." 

"Well, where is he?" Ciel addressed, expecting the sassy white haired guard to the Queen to just saunter into his office like he owned the place. 

"He is waiting in the salon. He says that he doesn't feel like being forced to travel all the way up the staircase to your study, and he told me to tell you that you should come to him like the good little dog that you are. His words, not mine, my Lord." Sebastian clarified, his tone seemingly a bit too delighted to say Charles's words though, earning an even more infuriated look from the Funtom owner. 

"It's my bloody mansion, and I'm the one being ordered to cater to his lazy desires?" 

With a huff the young Earl left to go give Charles a piece of his mind, leaving Sebastian alone in his office with me. 

I started to put away the sprawled out chess pieces, placing them neatly in their individual velvet lined drawers. 

Though my hands held onto the black knight for a longer amount of time, my fingers grazing against the smooth stained wooden figure. 

"Will you still not just willingly kill me yourself, Sebastian?" I brought up again, this time for the final time. My last feeble request for I didn't want to result to the trickery I had in mind. 

"No, I won't," Sebastian plainly spoke. "I let you live, gave you power, and endless life. Why would you still want to give all of that up?" 

I dropped the black knight down onto the chessboard, and watched as it fell on its side with a sullen gaze. 

"I don't expect you to understand my reasoning's, but I prefer the lifespan of humans for they lead very fleeting lives. Where they never know when their last second, last moment, last glimpse of the world will be," I explained. "Being immortal does not necessarily bring you happiness, and I've found that to be very true. Even though I did cheat death back on that day in 1666, I without you, would have died back then. I never expected that I would of died at the age of thirteen for I had many dreams that I fully intended to do. I don't regret taking your hand back then, but now I find this immortal body to be rather meaningless," 

"As sad as never knowing what may happen tomorrow there is also beauty in that as well," I continued. "You, as an immortal Demon, don't know the concept of such matters like "we may not have a tomorrow, so lets make today a cheerful one", for you always know that there indeed will be another day, and another, and another one after that. But, humans, they know that their lives are short, so they strive to make every day they are gifted a happy one," 

"What I gained from becoming immortal was not worth the few years that I spent as a human girl, and the years that I spent with you before you left. I was truly happy back then being with my parents, and being beside you, but these endless years alone, just watching as the world changed have not been happy ones. So, I want to die, and in my fleeting seconds before death I want to remember the good times of my past, and then I simply want to fade away, such as the life of every human." 

Once I bared everything I had I felt at ease, knowing full well that behind my gaze was a ploy that I was carefully laying out, and I knew that in my eyes, as I stared at Sebastian, was a glint of confidence for I knew something he didn't.