For Better or For Worst

Chapter 20: Forgotten

Me: THIS IS IT. THE END.

Lucy: OMG OMG OMG HYPERVENTILATING. HYPERVENTILATING.

(MUY IMPORTANTÈ!):
YASSSSSSSSSS! SO!!! I will leave it to you, my lovlies, to decide if by the end of this book, you want me to end it, or make a new one. IN ADDITION!!!! I AM STARTING A NEW BOOK! A BOOK I HAVE BEEN DYING TO WRITE FOR THE LONGEST! IT IS BLACK BUTLER BUT IS NOT SEBACIEL BUT IS STILL FABULOUS! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIG IT A LOOKSIE IF YA PLEASE!! NOW; ONTO THE FINAL CHAPPIE!!

(Ciel's P.O.V)

   I impatiently tapped my foot against the polished floor, wait in for Tanaka. We had gathered all the ingredients, and placed them gently in a leather bag. The servants had returned to their duties and Tanaka was to drive me back to Undertaker's for the final part to the spell.

   I bit my lip. "Tanaka, hurry up!" I shouted, growling impatient by the minute. Oh how I wanted Sebastian back. I didn't know what the last part of the spell required but I would do anything, anything, for my lover back.

   Finally, my old butler entered the room. My eyes lit up. "The carriage is here, young master," he said, bowing. Tanaka held the door open for me as I darted through. I speed-walked through the stone path from my manor to the drive way and speedily entered the carriage, shutting the door behind me and waiting as Tanaka ever so slowly stepped into the drivers seat and the carriage began to move.

I bit my lip, preparing for the agonizing hour trip into town.

Dat time skip doe~

   Finally, we had arrived into town. I was basically bounding in my seat as we pulled up in front of Undertaker's shop. Tanaka opened the door and I practically flew out of the carriage.

   After regaining my composure, I walked quickly into the shop. I instructed Tanaka to stay outside. I couldn't let him see what was going on, no matter how much I trusted him. I took a deep breath and placed the leather bag atop the table counter, gently depositing its belongings onto the dark wood.

   Undertaker suddenly appeared from behind the table, giggling. "So!" He exclaimed. "You found the ingredients. I'm surprised." I growled. "Just finish the spell!" I said, an edge to my voice. I was desperate. So desperate for Sebastian's arms wrapped tight around me. His warm lips connected with mine.

   I could feel tears building in my eyes. "Please..." I said, voice raspy. Undertaker cracked up, gathering the ingredients before dissapearing into the floor. My eyes widened and I looked over the table to see the floor still there. Confused, I turned around to come face to face with Undertaker.

   My eyes widened as he chuckled and poked my chest. "I'm going to need to take something from you as the final portion of the spell," he giggled. I gulped and nodded. "But first," Undertaker said, holding up a putrid, black liquid in a small mason jar. "Drink."

   I nodded, taking it in both my hands and beginning to drink, eyes watering at the terrible flavor. Undertaker laughed. "Drinky, drinky!" He tilted the glass so the rest of the liquid forced itself into my mouth. I gagged befote swallowing. He took the glass away as I coughed and sputtered, my throat burning.

   Suddenly, I was pinned to the wall, Undertaker muttering something under his breath. I swallowed hard. "W-What exactly are you taking?" I panted. Undertaker stopped talking, shoving his hand deep into my chest, right in the middle. My eyes widened as the air was knocked out of me.

   "Your humanity." He withdrew his hand, my chest not bleeding, or injured at all. I felt my heart stop, my skin grow pale, and my eyes turn a deep, bloody crimson.

(Sebastian's P.O.V)

   I ran through the portal. And then, I fell. But it wasn't just falling, falling. I was spinning. Spinning and falling down this seemingly endless void of bright colors.

   Even for a demon, I was getting nauseous. Right as my face began to turn green, the colors stopped. "Son of a--" And faceplant.

And I just lay there.

With my face.

In the dirt.

Fantastic.

   Sighing, I sat up, spitting up some wet soil before standing and dusting off my butlers attire. I stretched, cracking my back and grunting before opening my bright crimson eyes. I looked up to see the bright blue sky.

White clouds.

Earth.

   I smiled. Ciel. I'm coming for you. The seal on the back of my hand suddenly returned. My smile widened. Good. He was still alive. He hadn't taken his own life because of me.

   And with that new found hope, I was off. Following the burning sensation that grew the closer I got. I thought for sure it would lead me to the manor. But instead, I found myself running over water.

   I was running to a familiar place; the place where I died. The demon aisle. My smile returned. He's waiting for me. He knows I'm back. Giddy with joy and excitement, I arrived at the island. 

   And there he was. My tiny, little lord, back to me and tapping his foot in an impatient manner. I smiled brightly as tears brimmed in my eyes. "Ciel!" I cried, falling to my knees as the small boy turned to face me. I wrapped my arms around him tightly. "Oh how I have missed you so, my lov--"

Smack.

   I stopped. Eyes wide, as I leaned away from him. "C-Ciel?"

Smack.

   A second blow to my heart. "How dare you adress me by my name!" He spat. "Filthy demon! Get your hands off of me!" I did as he told, tears beginning to stream down my cheeks. "B-But...I-I love you..." I squeaked.

   He raised an eyebrow before snickering. "What the bloody hell are you--" he stopped himself before break I out in cold laughter. "Oh, oh dont tell me your one of those filthy homosexuals! Oh this is terrific!" (Note: I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST GAYS DONT YELL AT ME!) I just stood there, more tears streaming down my cheeks as his laughter finally came to a stop.

   "Well, now that your finally back," he began. "I suppose its time to catch you up." His eyes turned a bloody red, pupils into slits. My teary eyes widened. "Yes, I know. Marvelous isn't it?" He sighed. "You are still my butler. And since you cannot take my soul, you are doomed to serve me for eternity."

   He grinned wickedly before turning his back on me. "Get me out of this filthy Earth. I want to go to hell." The mark on my hand glowed. "That's an order." I exhaled shakily, falling to my knee. "Y-Yes, my lord."

He is a demon now.

He is no longer my Ciel.

He no longer remembers what has gone on between us.

He has forgotten.

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