End for an Earl

The End

  It was ended now.

  Finaly Sebastian would have what for so much time e so much wanted - Ciel.

  His essence. His soul.

  The butler stared at the weary, impatient face of the little Master, who was the source of so much surprise and amusement during those years, and began to collect.

It would not be a death like the other, dramatic and cliché. There would be no passing of life, for no shinigami was there. And with a kiss, a small seal, Sebastian tasted the wine he had prepared for so long.

  There was nothing for Ciel. Memories passed, moments, drama ... Just the pain of the suction of his soul being carried by the demon he had kept with him to complete his revenge.
 

  Sebastian was not disappointed. Only the entrance would have satisfied a thousand devils for a whole century. And then, he heard - or rather, felt - the thoughts of the dying master.

   "My brother... Daddy... Forgive me..."

  Oh.

  Ciel Phantomhive was asking sorry for someone?

  But it did not stop there, as the devil thought it would.

He saw and felt all that pain. The pain of the purity of the soul that walked among the shadows without being contaminated by them. The pain of a soul wronged and forced by a desperate desire to be comforted to seek something that made it feel again the warmth of what they called love. The pain of having the only option of allying herself with a demon that would make her existence an abyss and oblige her to continue and keep it chosen decision in despair and deep mourning.

  And for a moment, Sebastian stopped.

And he felt the soul that consumed calling him. He was enveloped in the way the young Earl saw the world and Sebastian himself.

The demon gasped in a mixture of surprise and laughter.
 

  Ciel saw him as a friend in ancient times. An ally in the dangerous moments. And also...

The only tie like that of a family that had.

And Sebastian thought.

He studied deeply what he was thinking.

  And realized.

  When he finished consuming Ciel, he would never see his smile again. Or he would be provoked like an idiot. Or would have so much fun.

When she finished, he would never see him again.

  In all his eternity, I could never dream of his gaze again.

Listen to your snoring and your complain.

When he was finished, Sebastian would return to the empty existence that awaited him in the depths from which he had come.

And that did not please him.

How, in so many years of existence, had the devil never realized what it was to live?

  With that insolent child Sebastian had enjoyed himself more than six thousand years would have fun.
 

  With that petulant boy the butler had felt emotions that no demon would normally feel.

  With that ... thing, that little human soul ... Sebastian could feel he was more than a demon.

  And stopped.

  Ciel was groaning in pain with the reallocation of the soul after she was sucked, and her wounds were still bleeding.

  - What you... - But it was interrupted by a cough that made him gasp.

  Sebastian stood with the little lord in his arms and nursed him, stroking his dark blue hair with tenderness. The boy coughed in surprise at the action and his vision stunned. The cloudy feverish eyes closed, and Sebastian smiled.

  - Sleep, young Master, - he whispered. - When we get to the mansion, I'll make you some tea.