[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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[earl_ciel]

The sounds of bones cracking echoed noisily, reverberating even more poignantly in Ciel's mind. He stayed at a distance, hands clenched at his sides, hard enough the knuckles turn white and sweat collected at the crevices. His heart was still racing, watching the fight progress. He knew Sebastian would win regardless -- unless those supernatural powers chose to show themselves at that moment.

But he had to have faith that Sebastian would win. He had yet to be let down -yet to see a single order unfulfilled. It's the binding trust that came with their contract.

Still...he couldn't quell the anxiety that slithered its way through his body making him stay rooted to one spot, watching in vaguely morbid fascination. The more blood that was spilled, the louder his own heart beat drummed in his ears, marching away to the macabre beat of death.

[blackestate]

Ah, what a pity. It seemed he had been careless again. Staring dispassionately at the knife now stabbed (albeit lightly) into his thigh, Sebastian watched the black cloth darken with blood and noted, with more than faint annoyance, that his spares were still with the dryer. He'd have to make an extra trip later, to retrieve them. The boots did not worry him so much, as they were easily replaceable and he hadn't planned on reusing them after this anyhow. The uniform, now--Rivelatan fashion was not English, after all

[cut_em_open]

The thing did not move. Shira was someone with an immense tolerance for pain, but even he could not just take a stab without even flinching. His hand was grabbed, simply pulled away and inspected, and he felt his heart skip a beat, then start racing.

He pulled against the grip, with all the angry strength he had, but it did nothing. The bastard - now he could recognise and identify him - was stronger than him. Shira himself had a powerful built and could overpower most of his regular opponents with sheer physical force. This man was thin like a twig, and yet his grip was like steel. How was that possible

[blackestate]

The sharpened bones were most definitely a surprise. How quaint. It seemed what Sebastian had previously deemed a useless not-arm was had in fact been transformed into yet another weapon by its owner. That indicated an obscenely high tolerance for pain, something rather rare in a human, Sebastian could imagine. In short, he was almost impressed

[earl_ciel]

The more he heard the bones snap like twigs under Sebastian's talented fingers, the more Ciel could feel his stomach tumbling turbulently in disgust. His dessert still sat and the bottom - a fresh torte that he had devoured with enthusiasm. He was now beginning to regret it as bile tickled the back of his throat.

It was difficult to keep watching, but as the head of his own household, he refused to let any more weakness show. He thought he'd grown desensitized to violence, but what was being inflicted on this despicable man went beyond the realms of torture. He couldn't even begin to imagine the world of pain that erupted from every inch of his body.

His stomach lurched again in sympathy, but he reminded himself that justice was being carried out. No killer should walk the streets unpunished. Clinging to that thought, he held a hand to his mouth and took a step back, just wanting it to end.