[Closed] They Said That Hell's Not Hot

[earl_ciel]

WHO: Ciel Phantomhive (earl_ciel), Sebastian (blackestate), and Shira (cut_em_open)
WHAT: Butler is doing some cleaning.
WHERE: Somewhere seedy where twelve year-olds shouldn't be.
WHEN: Day 127, after Shira's post.

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[blackestate]

At last, it was done. The man was lying so obediently on the ground even Sebastian could not tell whether or not the man had passed out. It would be better for Shira if he had, though judging from the man’s spirit Sebastian wouldn’t be surprised if those hacking, shuddering breaths were conscious and voluntary.

His hands were covered, his uniform splattered with droplets from Shira’s mouth and body. Sighing he took his handkerchief from his pocket, expression unreadable as he wiped his hands off, the silk now stained with blotches and smears. When his hands were sufficiently dry he took out his gloves and put them back on-their whiteness glowed with pulsing red light from the shops, perfect contrast to the rest of the alley, where strangers past and none spoke, eyes unseeing or choosing not to see the scene of destruction before them.

Blindness.

Sebastian turned, and walked back towards his master. The mess Ciel’d made on the ground did not much stand out from the rest of the filth around them, but as a sign of weakness it was damning enough. Had Ciel thought it would please him, to deliver justice to a murderer and a rapist, by giving the man a taste of his own medicine? Had Ciel honestly thought he could change a man through the violence of another’s blows, or had his own twisted human nature made him curious enough to sacrifice morality to satisfy his pride? What was Ciel trying to prove-that he was right? Powerful? Or cruel enough to be able to stand up to all the other cruel things in the world? Did he not realize, that by sinking down to Shira’s level with such an extreme punishment, that his hands were as stained as Sebastian’s own?

Poor, pitiful little King. Doomed to crawl with maggots, to ascend steps of corpses and betrayal, only to find he could never reach Heaven, but was rather condemned too early for Hell.

Poor, kind King.

Sebastian alone would never betray him.

"You shouldn’t have watched," he said softly, a gloved hand ghosting over Ciel’s cheek, covering lightly the master’s eyes.