The Indignity of Mortality (Sebasclaude)

1. Sebastian

20th November, Monday, the Phantomhive Manor, evening

Ciel looked down at the letter, a mounting look of disgust on his face, prompting me to begin to grow rather worried as to exactly what Her Majesty had asked him to do. He generally didn't pull that face when he was looking at the Queen's requests. "What ever is the matter, my Lord?" I asked, and Ciel looked up at me, wearing an expression that could make plants wither.
"What ever is the matter? Trancy is the matter," Ciel snapped, and I frowned. Earl Trancy probably meant Claude Faustus as well - where one was, the other was seldom far behind - and I was not looking forward to seeing that pathetic excuse for a demon again. Both master and butler were incredibly unseemly - Alois had passion for all the wrong things, and Claude had no passion at all. Neither had even an ounce of resolve.
"Can you perhaps be a little more specific, my Lord?" I asked, the dread already bad enough.
"Her Majesty the Queen wishes for us to work on a case with Earl Trancy, and by extension his butler, which I imagine shall be your main concern." Ciel sighed tiredly, slumping, and letting his head rest on the desk. "Bring me some wine, Sebastian."
"My Lord-"
"Some wine, Sebastian. I won't ask again."
"As you wish, my Lord." As I made my way towards the wine cellar, I already knew this would be an incredibly long, taxing investigation, but at the time I had no idea just how long and taxing that investigation would eventually prove to be.