Good Boy: Ciel Phantomhive x Male reader

Ashes

Dash's P.O.V

We stack the wood and the familiar woman begins a fire "Y/N, why are you acting so different?" the little boy wheezes and strokes his neck where the brand was "Doggie, what happened to your neck?" the mother scans it "It looks like a burn," Y/N allows the boy to cuddle into his short snow fur "I'm returning the favor," his smile is soft and fragile. I offer a jacket from a couch to the woman and she wraps herself in it and rests next to the pair. Velika gulps huddles with the group "Get over here Dash," she uses me as a pillow. The night is warm and cozy. Velika's scent lured me to sleep through the woman's shivering and the boy's shallow breathes "Dash, wake up," I brush her paw away "No it's too early," she shook me "He's not breathing,". 

My eyes draw towards the woman's sleep soundly. Her son was lifeless in Y/N's hold. We whine and yap getting the duo's groggy attention "Floyd, Floyd, baby wake up!" Y/N's head is bowed as the mother bawled into the dead boy's chest "Come back," she shrieks like a banshee. 

Familia

The princess's legs dangled the cream settee she was rehearsing Latin "Blah!" she sticks her tongue out in annoyance "I can't say it," she grumbles to herself as I lick her ankle drew her attention with a giggle "Dashy, I can't familia for the life of me," I bark and she pets me "Aww, you tricked me!" I scurried down the corridor the portraits painted on eyes follow us as we ran. 

I blinked shaking the memory from my mind "Earth to Dash," Velika frowns at me "Sorry, it's early my mind was wandering," she nods "Your friend knew he'll die," I sigh "He wasn't supposed to live as long as he did with the gas outside,". The skyline was the color of strawberry jam thistle clouds dusted the dawning. The buildings were singed with droopy silhouettes on the Belgian street. We trial behind the woman who dug into the malleable mud beside her shrouded son on the bricks. Her knees sunk in the mud "Come help me, boys," her smile is dull we the body is placed to rest. Covering it "My sister is over there," she points to a patted dirt. Y/N's places a paw in the grave. 

"We love and adore you, Lord, in Jesus' name, we believe and pray, Amen. Heavenly Father, let your presence manifest in this place. As we gather here to mourn our beloved, may you bring healing into our hearts? Be our alpha and omega in this funeral service.

I could tell Y/N has seen a lot of death. It numbed him as the woman sobbed into his coat trembling "Will God save us?" he grumbles "No," even if the woman wouldn't understand him he spoke anyway. 

Aradhaka's P.O.V

The door to Zlata's manor was torn off its hinges pink dust sparkled in the air. I follow a set of footprints in the pink grime to a secret room "I didn't know Zlata had this," I unroll a scroll "Why would she have something as powerful as this?" I knew she was a strong witch. A transformation spell. I glare at it "Your army is made of dogs?". I hid the scroll is my knapsack as my eye met eye level of love potions "Love potions?" I lift one and it neutralized with my touch turning the vibrant pink into glum gray. I lift a letter from me on the shelf "Does she like me?" I roll my eyes at the revenge and love potions "Y/N was here and probably mixed them," I sighed and sat on her chair "Two drives, multiple emotions combined that is reckless even if he were a witch," I bit my lip in thought "I need to make a guide to lead me to them," I prick myself with a needle. Covering my hand I chant with the other.

"My soul at the price you fed

I order you to complete a deed," 

My coffee-colored orbs dart around the room feeling their virulent presence I exhale and unfold my hand which they shake "Deal?" they say it more like a question in their egregious voice that sounds inhuman with an echo "Deal,". I wince as the being licks my index. It burned like acid. The being cackles "I haven't tasted a virgin in a while," I glared at it "I'm saving it until marriage, and that isn't the reason I've called you here today," his tendrils meandering forming ink globs of unorthodox creatures that nipped at my ankles. Dainty and vicious. They whine "I thought you wanted to treat me to a snack," I sigh "I need you to help to lead me to my friends," they gurgle "Since most humans were enslaved by that puny angel,"  the demon stood tall and slender above me. They grip my face cranks my jaw wide "Look, Moe, I told you humans have uvulas!"  they release my face leaves scratches from their long nails "May you lead me to them?" their beam never drops from its prolate spheroid shaped head "I require more sanguis," their razor-edged talons licked my palm. My body is paralyzed by the tendrils around my ankles. My hand cupped the oozing claret my breathing hitched as I felt my torso being squeezed like a snake. The black tongue savored my blood. The demon releases me my blood freckled on his canines "Now that you've eaten you must take me to my friends,". The cyclops skin was leathery scarlet and denim. An inky mist waft around the demon "Your friend," I furrow at the being "I don't want to be your friend," the demon shook its head"He's changing," my skin prickles.