[The silence is broken by a clipped yell and a muffled curse, and the PCD drops to the paving stones of the garden, at night. Ciel Phantomhive -- a small British boy with an eyepatch -- appears to be fighting off a small, fluffy white blur with a cane ( Read more... )

It's an Angel now.

[Ciel's voice is tight but clear. Over the voice is an avian shrieking, the sound of huge feathered wings beating, rabid, vicious.]

Sebastian. Take out that thing's heart. [Ciel's voice is hard and dark, without a shred of mercy.] That's an order.

Yes, my lord.

[A scream, followed by a wrenching, wet tearing noise. The thing ( Read more... )