Black Butler: Eternal Vows

Prologue

Prince Michaelis was about to married to a man he didn't even love.

He was the youngest son of Hell's ruler, Satan Lucifer, and possibly the most valuable thing in the eyes of his father and the eyes of his entire realm. Unlike most . . . well, all demons in Hell, the young prince was a virgin and had inherited the sensitivity his father held when he was still an angel in the heavens. He was abnormally soft spoken; only been known to have shown the sadistic, evil demon he was to the humans who summoned him.

But today he was more silent than he had ever been in his entire life. It was his father's idea to wed him to the eldest son of a high noble that belonged to a family whom the royal family had hated for thousands of years. The feuding had grown so bad that it nearly brought them to a civil war; a war that could potentially destroy Hell itself.

Michaelis hadn't even known this man for an hour and he was already in a well-made outfit; one his father had made especially for his youngest son's wedding.

"I don't want this!" he screamed in his head, "I don't want to marry someone for the sake of preventing a war. I want to marry someone I love. Someone I'll never stop loving. You can't make me marry someone I just met!"

Oh, but Satan could, and that's exactly what was going to happen, and the young prince couldn't do anything about it.

Michaelis looked himself over in a mirror. His long, black hair fell in an elegant wave down his back and around his shoulders. His sisters had spent hours making sure it was neat and free of even the slightest tangles. He normally wore high-heeled boots that ran up his legs and over his thighs. But the heels he wore now had a much higher heel and were decorated beautifully with ebony gems, ribbon laces, and diamonds. Instead of his usual one-piece, skin-hugging, black pleather suit, he wore one of a finer, silkier material. A crown of thin black vines with rose thorns jutting out sat atop his head, and for the sake of being the bride, a long, black, silk veil ran down to the floor, trailing behind him several feet. It was weightless.

As Michaelis looked himself over in the mirror, the reality of what was happening hit him, and he knew now that he didn't want to face the man that lay beyond the doors of his dressing room inside the Satanic chapel; the man that was his soon-to-be husband. He realized now that he couldn't have cared less if a different enemy of the royal family suddenly flew in here and kidnapped him, or better yet: killed him.

It was wishful thinking on his part as he heard the violins and piano begin to play from the chapel, and before he knew it he was being led towards a taller man, dressed to be recognized as the groom. The man, who was introduced to him as Malphas, looked at him with lust and greed in his eyes and a smirk was planted on his face. The look gave away his true intentions. Malphas was enjoying the fact that he was going to marry a member of the royal family; a major leap in his status as a demon. It was clear that all he'd ever use the prince for was sex; for that specific pleasure was one dominant demons never got tired of and submissive demons, such as Michaelis, either dreaded or enjoyed. He could only imagine himself living out the rest of his days producing heir after heir until his body finally gave out and he died in childbirth. It was not the way the prince wished to spend his life.

But there was nothing he could say about it as he stood before his groom with a bouquet of black and white roses in his hands. There was no blushing bride or giddy groom; only an over-eager Malphas and a scared-to-death prince, Michaelis.

"Prince Michaelis . . ." the priest said, after what felt like an eternity of needless words about loyalty and love, "Do you take Sir Malphas to be your husband?"

What was the point in him responding to that question? If he could, he would instantly say no and kill the man that was standing in front of him. He was being forced to do this. But, even though everything inside him screamed at him to say no, the prince could only straighten his back, lift his head up and say, "I do."

The smirk on Malphas' face grew bigger.

"And do you, Sir Malphas, take Prince Michaelis as your bride?" the priest asked.

"Of course I do!" the other demon replied. Malphas' voice was loud and full of pride. He was no better in the eyes of Michaelis as the humans who boasted about possessing the most useless, materialistic things they got their hands on, and it disgusted him.

"Does anyone here object to this union?" the priest finally asked, "If so, speak now!"

This was his last chance. If someone objected, Michaelis could be free. He wouldn't have to marry this man, who was no better than a dog in the slums. But the seconds ticked by, and out of the entire realm, which seemed to have gathered for the occasion, not one of them spoke out.

Suddenly, the chapel doors flew open and a tall man with golden eyes and long, black hair that flew out in mad cowlicks in every direction stormed into the room.

"I object!" he yowled for all to hear, "Don't you dare accept that mongrel as a husband, you're Highness. He doesn't even deserve to be in your line of sight!"

Malphas stalked toward the man and growled, "You dare object, you bastard?"

"Yes. I am Faustus: Archduke of the Morpheus family."

Malphas was instantly forced to stand down as he realized his entire family was of a lower rank than an Archduke.

"Faustus!" Satan spoke up, approaching the altar where the demon stood in front of Michaelis, "What is your reason behind this? Why do you object?"

The demon smirked, "Because your son isn't even officially married and he's already disappointed with the man he's with. Marriage is about real love between two demons—or any being, really—for all eternity, is it not? This is not real love, here. On the prince's side there is nothing but fear and unhappiness. On Sir Malphas' side, there is nothing but lust and greed."

"You bastard!" Malphas hissed.

The sound of a sword unsheathing filled the room and blood filled the air without warning. Prince Michaelis, fed up with the demon he would have married, ran a sword the other demon's chest. Malphas was dead within seconds. In his high-heeled boots, he stood atop the body and looked down at those who watched him in awed horror.

"Faustus Morpheus is right. I feel no love for the man whose body I now tread upon. I wish to be able to choose the man, or by all means, woman I marry."

Michaelis reached the veil and thorny crown and threw it to the floor.

"Until that day, I am nobody's bride!"

"I wrote this because i just came to me suddenly, i don't know if I'll continue it after i finish "Black Butler: The Demonic Plague". It's intended to work out as a love story between Sebastian (Prince Michaelis) and Claude (Faustus Morpheus) (I know, i got a little creative with demon names, i don't think they're fantastic, but they'll do) Tell me in the reviews what you think."

-BlackButlerFan13