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That Butler, Such a Demon [1/?]

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A/N: I am so incredibly sorry that this is not really fulfilling your prompt. I meant it to be much dirtier, and it didn't work out that way. I hope someone fulfills it better, but for now, have this. I hope you like anyway.

Ciel wasn't sure how long it had been now. He knew that he'd committed himself to this for eternity. There had been no god to save him from life's horrors; there was no god to save him from death's horrors, either.

At first, he had wanted to bear this as well as he had done anything in life. He was the Earl of Phantomhive, after all. He had his pride, did he not? He had his accomplishments, and his intelligence, and.. But not here. Here, there was no such thing as pride. His wit and his title and his accomplishments meant nothing. He was not the Master here. He would never be the Master again.

Eternity was a subject very few ever came to understand. After what had surely not been a long time, Ciel Phantomhive was coming to understand it more than he'd ever imagined he would.

For the time being, the demon he still thought of as Sebastian had left him alone. There was little reprieve to be found, of course; while many things about Hell were figurative, for him, the experience had been quite literal. Sebastian was no more lenient or forgiving than Ciel himself was - and Sebastian had had much more time to become ruthless. Gone was the smiling butler who had been tolerant of Ciel's arrogance and bad attitude. Sebastian tolerated nothing here. And why should he? Ciel had chosen this path for himself. Regret would do him no good.

And really, he did not exactly regret the sacrifice that had brought him to this final point. Part of him regretted that he had not enjoyed Sebastian's kindness for longer. A part of him that he hated, especially chained to this wall in this dark horrible room, still longed to see Sebastian smile at him in a way that might have fooled him into thinking he meant something. He had never again wanted to be anyone's toy. But try as he might to be defiant or to disobey, the choice was no longer his own.

The door opened, though no light came into the room. Ciel didn't bother looking up. Though he didn't have a body anymore, the form he was stuck in was the same as the form he'd had in life. Sebastian generally chose the form he was used to seeing, as well - perhaps to add insult to injury. Every inch of Ciel ached, and had since they'd first arrived in this place. He had no desire to look up into the face of his captor now.

"Are we feeling refreshed?" Sebastian asked. It was a tone that Ciel had come to resent - the tone he'd always used when waking the onetime Earl up in the morning. Even here, fully in charge, Sebastian was still teasing him. The cruelty that seeped into his voice would come later, Ciel knew. But the demon almost always began this way, as if to remind Ciel of what they'd once had.

Still, Ciel did not look up. He knew he could incite something of the demon's wrath with his defiance, but he did not care. He was not yet broken. He had vowed to endure this, for as long as eternity took, and to never allow himself to be fully broken. Sebastian had wanted him for the strength of his soul, and he was going to prove his worth as best as he can. He couldn't fight too hard; he lacked the "physical" strength to do so. But his mind was far from dull - and his naturally bad attitude was not really improved from when he'd been alive.

"I see your mood is unchanged," Sebastian said, smoothly. Ciel could hear the demon's footsteps growing closer, and goosebumps rose on his skin. He hated them, but he could do nothing besides turn his head away, burying his face against one of his arms. His arms were chained above his head , and his legs were chained open, offering him little real movement. Sebastian usually left his head free, unless he was feeling particularly cruel.

Tonight, he was not - not yet. For now, he simply pulled the boy's face around. The room was dark, but Ciel could see the demon's eyes perfectly well, red-violet and more menacing here than they ever could have managed to be on Earth. The boy shivered, and his goosebumps seemed to develop goosebumps.