Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any material related to Yana Toboso in any way or form.

A/N: This is very much a written manifestation of the thoughts that were running through my head as I watched both seasons and read the manga. There is only slight SebCiel if you squint, as I wanted to keep it more or less in the context of the series' portrayal. Italicized lines are referenced from and inspired by several of my own poetry pieces, so kindly don't go off and use them, please.

Darling boy, cursed with misfortune…

He had always been the "good boy," the one who never instigated any trouble, but was merely the victim of it. Whether it be the dog's amusing—and muddy—antics, or his beloved cousin's whining pleas, the boy with the blue eyes never failed to attract some sort of misfortune in his endeavors.

That beautiful little child, lost in the woods…

He'd always considered himself the best in everything he'd ever done, from horrifying disembowelments to taking care of the earth creatures called felines. That is why, when he saw the beautiful boy lost, ripped from his parents' loving arms, he knew this would be his greatest work yet.

What kind of dream do you have?

Recovery was something he'd believed he'd never achieve, and when his body had finally healed from the months of imprisonment and physical agony, he had thought his mind had mended as well. It was the mark in his eye and the butler by his side that indicated everything but, the budding of a dream he knew he would one day attain.

Do you dream of sweet cake…

They said revenge was sweet; he himself had wrought destruction and havoc in the lives of countless earth-bound mortals, all in the name of his contracts' desires for revenge. Yet, tasting the buttercream frosting from his charge's alabaster skin spoke volumes more of the delectable soul woven within the child's flesh.

Of story-time and toys?

The last time he'd felt elated was his tenth birthday, during which his parents had promised to let him sleep in their bed with them that night, comforted by their warmth, away from the frigid snow drifting down in sheets outside. But he never got to hear his mother and father read to him during story-time before the fire shattered everything.

Perhaps you are a knight in armor…

He knew his master had no illusions about his true nature; despite what many of his oblivious human acquaintances believed, the butler was a far cry from a knight in shining armor. If anything about the "man" belied his near-flawless disguise, it was his eyes—a deep, smoldering crimson, just the right shade of hellfire.

Or do you dream of monsters?

With the contract completed, there was only one thing left to be done, and the demon couldn't help the cruel joy he partook in as he witnessed the faintest gleam of utter terror in the boy's eyes as he swooped in to consume his soul. Truly, in this realm of darkness, there existed the most horrid of monsters.