Disclaimer: Black Butler belongs to Yana Toboso. If I owned Sebastian...let's just say he would never leave my bedroom. Ever. He'd be my little sex slave...ahem...yea.

Songs Used When Writing: Fox Hunter by Celtic Woman, Castle Center from Castlevania 64, Come on Feel the Noise by Quiet Riot and Farewell from Pocahontas

He's changed. He seems more sinister, more...demonic. He absolutely refuses to go to church anymore. Whenever the subject of God or anything of the like is brought up, he just scoffs and turns away. Like he doesn't want to listen...like he doesn't believe anymore.

I didn't notice at first. He had always been a loner ever since the fire. Never counting on anyone but that promiscuous butler of his. I never reprimanded him for his antisocial behavior. As long as he fulfilled my daughter's expectations and acted like one of his status should, I felt that I had no right to judge. The boy was an earl after all, and I gave him some leeway to act as he wished.

...But then I did notice.

"Ciel, do not speak of the Lord's name in vain."

The boy only scoffed at me, eyes filled with something dark that I could not place. He hid himself behind his documents to try and escape my wrath.

"Boy, hasn't God taught you to respect your elders?''

He smirked at me, eyes finding that familiar dark look in them. He continued to go on about how I must be getting old to have missed such an easy target with my rifle.

"Boy, let us be off for church. We will be late if you do not hasten."

"...Go without me."

It slowly but surely became apparent to me that I had to do something. Ciel had no other family members who were around him long enough to notice or take action. So it had to be me.

I would replenish his faith in God.

The carriage jostled slightly with every step the horses took. Their pace was normal as the brown mares carted their heavy cargo towards the manor that was slowly peeking its way over the hill. Ciel Phantomhive watched trees and the like wizz past his carriage as he leaned his elbow on the windowsill, a bored expression on his face.

He was dressed in his finest looking clothes, like always. There was never a time where he wasn't dressed fancily, except when going to sleep. This day he had chosen to have Sebastian dress him in a red themed outfit, though, instead of his usual dark colors like green or blue. Today was a very special day, after all, and he had to have everything perfect, lest he be chewed out for it later.

Today was Elizabeth's fourteenth birthday, making her officially one year older than Ciel until he caught up to her with his own birthday in December. He had gotten her several different hair accessories, including ribbons and barrettes, three different and expensive dresses that were tailored by Nina especially for his fiance and something huge that had to be lifted onto their carriage by several adult males and tied down securely with ropes.

The large item had been a pain for him to get, but he knew that she would love it entirely, making all the labor worth it in the end. Cerulean colored eyes looked up to see the flap covering the large present whipping around in the wind. He stared at it for a few seconds more before returning his attention back to the landscape.

''You seem bored, young master.'' The Earl shifted his eyes to his butler, who was sitting perfectly straight against the cushions of the carriage, an amused expression on his face. ''Are you not looking forward to the day's events?''

Ciel scoffed and closed his eyes briefly before shifting his gaze outside again. ''I'm only going to this party because Elizabeth insisted, like she does every year.''

''So the young master does not enjoy his time with his fiance?'' Sebastian inquired, trade mark smirk on his face.

Ciel didn't answer him and the rest of the carriage ride was spent in silence until they arrived at Marquis Midford's mansion.

''CCCCCCIIIIIIIEEEEEEELLLLL!''

Said Earl braced himself for the inevitable flying hug that would befall him. He was surely not disappointed when Elizabeth rammed into him and started spinning him around like a rag doll. The young boy could have sworn he heard Sebastian chuckling quietly behind him and planned to slap the demon for his incompetence later.

''Elizabeth.'' Ciel greeted when he was finally set down, his world spinning for a split second before returning to normal. ''Happy Birthday.''

''Oh Ciel! Thank you!'' Lizzy giggled and hugged him gently, rubbing her cheek against his cutely. ''But I thought you were going to call me 'Lizzy' from now on?'' She asked, sounding disappointed when he just shrugged the comment off. The blonde sighed, giving up the argument for now, and looked down and finally noticed his state of dress as compared to her own.

''Ciel, what did I say about our outfits?'' The cute blonde's expression went from happy to deadly in less than a second as she glared at her fiance, who threw his hands up in a sign of surrender.

''We are supposed to match! I told you we have to match today!"

''What?'' The Earl asked, looking confused. ''Pink and red go together just fine. It's close enough.''

''No it's not!'' Lizzy pointed a finger in his face angrily and Ciel swore he saw devil horns appear on her head that would make Sebastian jealous.

''Well I don't know what you want me to do Elizabeth, but I am not wearing pink.''

''Oh, you never do what I tell you to!'' Lizzy cried and dropped to her knees in the middle of her foyer, rubbing at her eyes as the tears fell. ''I only asked you to do one thing for my birthday, and you couldn't even do that much!''

Ciel gripped the bridge of his nose and sighed, feeling a head ache coming on. Sebastian, who had stayed silent til now found that this was the opportune moment to step in. ''Pardon me for intruding, but I thought something like this may happen.'' Elizabeth blinked when Sebastian presented her with a long thin present that was red and had a white bow on top. She looked at him, a questioning look in her eyes but Sebastian only smiled in response. ''From my master.''

Ciel frowned angrily. ''If you were anticipating that to happen, then why didn't you pick out something different for me?''

''I expected the young master to know his fiance's decorative taste and act accordingly, I apologize.'' Sebastian said, smug grin on his face as Ciel glared at him for the comment.

Lizzy opened the gift slowly, which surprised Ciel honestly, he having expected her to rip it open in a haste to see what was inside. ''Oh Ciel!'' She wailed and said boy found himself trapped in her arms again when she saw the beautiful red dress with white lilies and other flowers embroidered into the needlework. ''Thank you!''

''My my what is all that yelling?'' The three people in the foyer looked up to see the Marquis and Marchioness Midford walking down the stairs together, their son, Edward, in tow behind them. They had obviously heard the racket and came downstairs to investigate. Lizzy had been waiting patiently down in the foyer for any sign of Ciel and was the first to see them pull up the road. The others must not have known that they arrived yet because Lizzy answered the door instead of one of the servants.

''Mother, Father, look!'' Lizzy exclaimed, pretending not to notice her mother's disapproving look as she twirled around with the dress in her hands.

''Elizabeth! How many times have I told you to act like a proper lady?'' The Marchioness scolded her daughter, causing Lizzy to stop her twirling.

''Sorry, mother!'' Lizzy said, a sheepish look on her face.

''You're just lucky it's your birthday, or else I would not be so forgiving.'' Lady Francis said as her daughter politely nodded and excused herself to go change, wanting to match Ciel's outfit.

The room was silent for a few moments before Ciel stepped forward. ''Marquis, Marchioness and Edward. It has been a while.''

''It has.'' Lady Francis said, for once staying silent as her husband stared at Ciel intently for a few seconds before tackle-hugging the boy in much the same way his daughter had before him. Edward saw this and practically ran down the stairs, already berating Ciel for touching his sister so informally when he had not been around to supervise.

Francis looked at the scene with some distaste, otherwise remaining silent as her eyes focused on Ciel. She felt eyes staring at her and she looked over to her nephew's butler, their eyes locking for a moment as he smiled politely at her. She sneered at him before going down the stairs to reprimand her son and husband for their unruly behavior.

''Okay, should I look? …I don't wanna look! Oh but I wanna know!'' Lizzy said excitedly as Sebastian and a few other servants carried in her big present from Ciel. Of course, the demon could have carried it in by himself, but he had to keep up the appearance of being human.

The giant gift was set in front of the blonde as she giggled in excitement. The party had gone on into the night and everyone that had come up to celebrate already went home. The only guests at the house now were Ciel and Sebastian, who had been invited to stay the night because it had taken so long to get to Ciel's presents. Lizzy had wanted to save Ciel's for last to make them special, and had opened everyone else's gifts beforehand. This box was the last present to be opened of Ciel's, Lizzy having already opened all the dresses and hair accessories the Earl had given her. She loved every single one of them.

Ciel watched, amused, as he took a sip of his tea. Sebastian stood quietly behind him after he set the box down. The Marchioness watched him angrily, glaring at the dark bangs in his face. She would have combed both the Earl's and his butler's hair back, but Elizabeth insisted that she liked them better with their bangs. Her mother, not wanting to ruin her daughter's fun on her special day, begrudgingly left their hair alone.

''Just open it, honey.'' The Marquis, Alexis Leon Midford, told his daughter when Lizzy hovered around the gift, trying to decipher what was inside. She pulled at the ribbons holding the gift together and squealed very loudly when she opened the doors to the box and saw what lay inside.

It was a dollhouse that reached at least 6 inches above her head and was at least three times her width. The house was painted yellow and had columns on the front porch and white shutters as well. Sebastian had to come over and help her remove the gift from the box. When opened, there were two floors, not including the attic and basement. The accessories found within the house were hand stitched velvet and the bed frames, chairs and tables were made out of porcelain as well as other fine materials. It was a present fit for a young noble lady.

''This is the first Funtom doll-house ever to be created.'' Ciel explained, setting down his cup as Lizzy practically died from joy. ''An original. The others won't go on the market until early spring next year, and of course,'' he coughed, bringing a hand up to his mouth, smirking. ''They will be much smaller, with less detail shown to them.''

''Oh Ciel!'' Lizzy beamed, attacking Ciel with yet another hug. ''I love it!''

''Dayum.'' Marquis said, astonished by the mere size of the house. He yelped when he got smacked in the back of the head by his wife.

''Watch your language in front of the children.'' The Marchioness hissed as he rubbed his head in pain.

''Get off my sister!'' Edward proclaimed angrily from his spot on the couch next to his mother. He was about to get up and be his over-protective self, but Francis just pulled him back down.

''Give it a rest, Edward.''

''I'm glad you liked it.'' Ciel said, gently removing Lizzy from his person.

''It is getting late.'' Lady Francis announced, standing up from her spot on the couch. Her husband followed suit and stretched his arms over his head.

''Oh, do we really have to retire already?'' Lizzy whined, going over to her doll-house and clutching onto one of the pillars stubbornly.

''Yes, pumpkin. Everybody needs their beauty sleep. Myself included.'' Lizzy's father said as he took his cup of beer upstairs with him, saying goodnight to his family.

''Oh...'' Lizzy said, saddened.

''Edward. You help Ciel's butler take your sister's presents upstairs.'' Lady Francis proclaimed, taking her cup of wine up in her hands.

''Eh? Why me?'' Her son complained and his mother got an angry tick in her eye, causing him to gulp.

''Because you have such flabby arms for a boy. You need more training.''

Edward gulped, shying away from his mother and moving to help Sebastian take the big pile of gifts upstairs. A few other servants helped them move everything as well.

''Thanks, everyone.'' Lizzy said happily, going off to carry a few ribbons and bows up to her room as well. She gave Ciel a quick hug and a kiss to her mother before heading off upstairs with Sebastian and her brother, leaving Ciel and Francis alone, save for a few servants who were moving things.

Ciel moved to get up from his spot in a chair when Francis stopped him. ''That reminds me, Ciel. I have been meaning to talk to you about something. Follow me, so we may speak privately.''

The young Earl raised a brow but otherwise didn't question his aunt as he followed her upstairs to the drawing room. He figured that she would want to talk to him about his engagement with Lizzy, seeing as he had already had this conversation with both Edward and the Marquis: Be nice to Lizzy, love her, treat her well etc. So he thought nothing of it as she led him into the room and shut the door behind her.

Ciel saw a lone chair in the center of the room and also saw someone he hadn't been expecting. ''Aunt Francis, why is there is a priest here?'' He asked, confused.

''Just sit down, Ciel.'' Was all the response he got. Her voice sounded soft, which made him all the more confused. He had never heard her talk that way towards him. He looked up at his aunt, who for once wasn't looking at him with a condescending stare. It might have been nice, if they were in any other situation.

He had a particularly bad feeling about sitting down in this chair. But what good would it do to make a fuss and resist? Ciel briefly sighed and closed his only exposed eye, making his way over to the chair and taking a seat with one of his legs crossed over his thigh. "Fine."

"Good." His aunt reassured. "Now, I'm sorry I've pretty much had to trick you into coming up here, but you've left me no choice."

"What's this all about, Aunt Francis?" Ciel asked in a firm tone, curious.

His Aunt's brows furrowed on her porcelain forehead. "Don't you use that tone of voice with me, young man. I'm doing this for your own good..." She lifted her chin and paused to see if he would be foolish enough to interrupt and persist with questions. He did not, only sat in the chair looking at her with that single, burning, cerulean eye. "As of late, Ceil, I've noticed that you haven't been taking the word of God to heart. What's more, you haven't been attending mass or going to confession. And don't you dare think that I don't see the way you roll your eyes or scoff when ever the Lord's name, Jesus Christ, is uttered."

Ciel resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

"I believe something evil has wormed it's way into your heart. Into your soul. I have to admit I was a bit distraught to think that my future son would be such a blasphemous heathen. But looking back upon your history, I knew that you could not have reached this state on your own. You would have to have a bad influence or...a possession."

It was at that moment that the priest stepped forward and brought something out from the sleeves of his robes. Was that rope he was holding?

"Please sit still, young man." The priest cooed in a gentle voice.

The skin on the back of Ciel's neck began to prickle and the hairs on his arms stood on end. It felt like his skin was crawling in disgust. He did not have good memories of being bond up by religious figures. He tried his best to sit still, reassuring himself that Sebastian would forbid any harm to come to him so long as the contract was in place.

"A possession?" Ciel said, sounding incredulous. "Don't be ridiculous, I'm perfectly myself!"

''Something does not have to control you for it to still be there.'' His aunt reasoned as the priest proceeded to tie Ciel's arms and legs to the chair. He was firm in his actions but gentle enough not to leave scars. Ciel's back was as stiff as a board as he looked over and saw the old man produce a bible from seemingly out of nowhere.

He did not like this feeling; the familiar sensation of being tied down against his will. He felt like struggling and running as far away from this as he could, but he didn't. He was the Earl of Phantomhive, and he had a reputation to uphold, especially in front of his future mother-in-law and her family. So he willed his nerves to calm down and his body to relax as he heard the priest begin to mumble words he couldn't decipher nor cared about.

''Isn't this a bit unnecessary?'' The young boy questioned, leaning back against the plush chair, looking ever as confident as he did before.

Francis frowned as the priest walked around her nephew, whispering those words all the while. ''No. Everyone in my family, excluding Elizabeth, has noticed that something is the matter with you.'' She clasped her hands in front of her dress, giving him a look that he could not quite describe. ''An Earl such as yourself should pride himself in his faith with God. The way you have been acting is making everyone around you nervous, and as your Aunt and future mother-in-law, I intend to fix this problem for you before it gets out of control. Both for you reputation's sake and mine. I will not have you diminishing my late brother, your father's, good name.''

''I can assure you that I am doing nothing of the sort.'' Ciel said, a little annoyed by both her reprimanding attitude and the fact that the priest was still buzzing around him like a pestering fly. ''But if you are that apprehensive about my behavior, then be my guest to do what you will to calm your racked nerves.'' The Earl said, smug smirk on his face.

Lady Francis peered down at him past her nose with an angered look in her eyes. ''Oh, I intend to.''

''Over here! No...perhaps over there.''

''For goodness sake, would you just pick a spot already?'' Edward exclaimed, glaring as his sister shifting back and forth, trying to figure out a good spot for her overly sized doll-house. He, Sebastian, and another servant of his house had been holding the dollhouse and moving it for nearly ten minutes now and his fingers were starting to give. Sebastian, of course, felt no strain, and was highly amused by Lady Elizabeth's actions and the men's pitiful attempts to keep the house upright.

''Don't rush me!'' Elizabeth said angrily, pointing a finger at her brother. ''This is my birthday and I want everything cute and special.''

''You only have an hour left...''

''And I will use that hour to the fullest, Edward!'' Lizzy said, puffing her cheeks out angrily as she placed her hands on her hips.

Sebastian chuckled to himself as they once again carted the doll-house around the room, taking sheer delight in how much the humans were struggling to keep up, whilst he was perfectly fine. He saw the knees of the servant buckle and his grin dropped, realizing now that it would take forever to get this done if he did not step in.

The demon placed both hands underneath the house and gave the illusion of everything remaining the same height wise so that Elizabeth would not notice as he took the full brunt of the house's weight. This made the humans believe that they were stronger than they appeared and he smirked silently to himself by their relieved faces. Humans were so easy to please.

All of a sudden through the move, Sebastian felt a jolt of pain begin in his elbow before traveling quickly down to his hand and flaring into a white blinding pain over his contracted hand. The pain startled him and he could not control the involuntary muscle spasm his hand went through. The momentarily lapse in weight distribution caused the front of the house to tip forward because the demon's hand completely let go of the front of the house.

The butler heard Edward and the other servant freak out and scramble to lift the house upright and maintain balance. Sebastian, though, could only try to make a fist with his out of control hand to try and both calm the spasm and ease the intense pain that he felt.

Lizzy, who had her attention elsewhere previously, finally looked over at her precious doll-house tumbling forward and practically screamed. She couldn't help it, the noise just rose out of her throat before she could contain it. She put her hands over her eyes, waiting for the inevitable crash of the priceless gift,...but it never came. She uncovered her eyes slowly to see her father in front of her, holding the doll-house up by himself without any problems. ''Father?''

''What what WHAT is with all the yelling? I am trying to get my beauty sleep.'' Edward and the two servants bowed their heads in apology as the Marquis set the doll-house down across from Lizzy's bed.

''Oh, father! That's perfect!'' Lizzy said, running over and clutching onto his arm. ''...Why didn't I think of that?''

''Oh, you're welcome, Princess.'' Alex said to his daughter, grinning happily and patting her head affectionately.

''You did! Three times! And you still weren't happy!'' Edward commented angrily, rubbing his sore fingers.

''Do not yell at my pumpkin on her special day!'' The Marquis said angrily, pointing his finger at Edward in the same angry manner that Lizzy had done only a few minutes beforehand.

''Her day is practically over.'' Edward mumbled, receiving a scolding from both his father and Lizzy for his comment.

Sebastian hadn't moved from the spot throughout the entire quarrel, standing straight, eyes portraying complete shock. He hid his arm behind his back when he felt the pain receding for now into a dull throbbing. Just what...was that? '...I suppose my fabric must have caught or something...hmm...perhaps I am getting old.' He thought to himself, wiping the bead of sweat that gathered from his forehead away with the hand that he wasn't trying to hide.

Just a few doors away, Ciel twitched irritably as he felt the priest sprinkle holy water in his face for about the twentieth time now. The water felt cold against the bare skin of his face and he was sure that the collar of his shirt and eye-patch were soaked right about now.

''Is this really necessary?'' Ciel demanded, feeling his hair plastering to his forehead because of the water.

''Just let the man do his job.'' Francis reprimanded and Ciel frowned, flinching when some water was thrown a little too close to his eye for comfort.

''For Pete's sake...'' The Earl mumbled underneath his breath.

''Now...'' The Phantomhive blinked and looked at the priest, who had come to stand in front of him and had produced some rosary beads from nowhere as well. ''Demon, filth of the underworld, you are not welcome here within this child of God.''

Ciel closed his eyes and tried to keep himself from chuckling at how stupid this man's proclamation was. This whole thing was ridiculous, to be quite honest. He was already damned; this was a waste of time.

''Now in the name of Christ, tell me your name, so that I may cast you out forever to the deepest depths from whence you came.'' The priest ended his demand with a flick of water towards Ciel's forehead and the Earl frowned as the water itched its way down his nose. He glared past his nose at the drop of water, feeling the immense urge to scratch the trail from whence the water fell, but unable to do so because of these accursed bonds.

Sebastian frowned and stopped helping the other servants of the Midford family clean up everything from the festivities. His grip on the broom he was using tightened as the demon brought a hand up to his forehead, feeling that intense pain from before bloom itself once again, only this time in his forehead. The butler growled lowly as he started to feel nauseous from the pain.

He brought both hands up to his temples, uncaring how the broom clattered to the floor loudly in the room. All he could focus on was trying to relieve the pain by rubbing his temples, but that seemed to do nothing as a loud voice boomed in his head over the pain, demanding for his...name?

''No.'' Sebastian hissed quietly to himself, clutching desperately to his head. ''You won't get it out of me.'' He spat, feeling his fangs start to elongate. A demon's true name was a powerful thing. With that knowledge, whomever knew it could command said demon to do as they pleased and even make them swear fealty to them. So naturally, a Demon did not just give his/her true name out to just any one.

''Hey, are you alright?'' The black-clad butler looked up to see one of the Midford's maids looking at him in concern, one hand raised up as if to touch him, but stopped within mid-air, as if she were afraid to get close. At this point, he really couldn't blame her.

''Yes, I apologize.'' Sebastian said, fake smile in place as he picked up the broom that he dropped. ''It has been a long day.''

''Perhaps you should retire for the evening. We have everything under control.'' The maid said and Sebastian looked from her to the two other humans in the room, all looking at him with the same look of concern.

Sebastian was silent for a moment, taking a deep breath and letting it out as the pain receded once again to a dull throbbing. There was a pattern here, that much was certain. ''Perhaps, that would be for the best. But, I promised that I would help clean up. What kind of butler would I be if I left my duties to someone else, after all?'' He sent the woman a charming smile and was slightly surprised when she didn't melt into a pile of squealing goo in front of him.

''Alright. If you insist.'' She said before going off to deal with her own cleaning business, leaving the demon with his own confused thoughts.

The world was spinning, the dark colors of the drawing room were blending together to create this dark haze of red and brown in Ciel's vision. He felt like he was going to throw up yet at the same time he felt completely fine. Strained but relaxed, angry but calm. It was a weird flux of emotions that confused the young Earl to no end. Up was down, right was left. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he foolishly thought this might be another asthma attack he had grown so accustomed too in the past, but no. This was different, stronger. This attack focused more on his mind than his body, and Ciel felt himself swaying back and forth, trying to make sense of the hazy world around him.

The Earl felt his eyelids falling, and his head tilting backwards against the chair, no longer having the strength to stay straight. He heard voices around him, most likely talking about him, but he didn't seem to mind at the moment. All he could seem to focus on was the feeling in his contracted eye. He felt no pain, just... a tingling sensation.

Something was wrong with his young master, Sebastian could feel it. His hand twitched restlessly at his side whilst he tried to contain it with his other hand. The contract mark was burning to no end and it took all Sebastian had to not cry out in pain. The demon was accustomed to pain, sure, he felt it whenever he got injured, but it usually lasted for only a few moments before disappearing completely. This pain was different, it stayed with him the entire time he had been cleaning and seemed to flare up whenever he moved in a certain way that his body didn't approve of. It was frustratingly.

The walk from where he was up to where he could smell his master from seemed to take far longer than it should have and the balls of his feet felt like they were burning from a fire far greater than the ones found in hell. His nostrils flared as he unknowingly picked up the pace towards his master, determined to rip whatever was tormenting him to shreds, no matter what it might be.

''Sebastian!'' The demon bit into his lip angrily before stopping and turning around, keeping both his hands clutched tightly behind his back.

''Yes, Lady Elizabeth?'' Sebastian said, trying desperately not to hiss the words out from his throat as he felt like his feet were standing on hot coals.

Said blonde walked up to him, yawning and scratching her eye. Her hair had been let down and she was sporting a pink nightgown. ''Would you be a lamb and get me some warm milk? I tried to get some myself, you see, but I couldn't reach the glasses. And I didn't want to bother anyone else.''

'So that makes it alright to bother me at such a time like this?' Sebastian felt like hissing at her as he shifted his feet softly against the ground, trying to relieve some of the heat. ''Of course, my Lady.'' The demon found himself saying instead to her as he put his not quivering hand over his heart. ''But first I must attend to...I must...'' The butler hesitated. He needed to do something, but he feared that he could not make it to his master in one piece. Every hesitant step he placed on the ground felt like fiery needles were stabbing themselves into his flesh. It made him feel aggravated that something like this was happening to him through no free will of his own. It made him feel...helpless. And he didn't like it.

''You have to go to the privvy?'' Lizzy asked, looking curiously at the way Sebastian shifted from foot to foot on the floor.

At any other moment, the mere thought would have Sebastian scoffing, but right now he didn't care at all how ridiculous said accusation sounded. He needed to get off his feet. Right. Now. ''Yes, I am afraid so.''

''Okay.'' Lady Elizabeth giggled, pointing Sebastian in the direction of the nearest toiletry before saying that she would wait for him in her room. The demon practically ran to the room when she was out of sight, locking the door behind him.

Once certain no one would disturb him, the demon kicked off his shoes and socks in a hurry, uncaring where they went at the moment as he felt some relief when he touched his naked souls to the cool bathroom tiles below. It wasn't enough to make the pain disappear completely, but it would suffice for now.

Sebastian panted heavily as he braced his hands against the sink, digging his long, demon nails into the porcelain of the bowl. Red eyes frowned when he finally took notice that his claws were showing, and had ripped through his butler gloves. ''When did I...?'' He felt himself asking before turning his eyes up to the mirror, noticing now that his eyes were glowing red and his fangs had elongated proudly past his bottom lip.

The butler grit his teeth and crumbled the porcelain beneath his hands as he felt another wave of pain go to his head, this time much worse than before. Sebastian bowed his head and whimpered in pain as he heard that wretched voice ask him for his name again. He growled and shook his head as he felt pieces of his clothing fall down onto his feet below, some even falling into the sink. After what felt like an eternity, Sebastian stood in his full demon ensemble, ugly red eyes watching himself through the mirror's reflection and angry pointed tail lashing back and forth.

Sebastian hissed as that voice kept repeatedly asking for his name, the one thing he kept hidden about himself through his long life as a demon. It made him angry that any human would ask such a thing, and also ashamed that he was reduced to such a mess because of one. The black butler clutched at his head, uncaring how streaks of red blood now traveled down his neck and face from the sharp points of his nails. He bent over the sink, feeling as if he was going to throw up.

He couldn't take much more. Nor did he know what to do in this situation. His young master was far away from him as well as that human who was taunting him. Sebastian didn't have enough strength to make it to his master, and the pain was growing unbearable. The demon howled as the pain wormed it's way into his chest, causing him to crumple down onto the hard tiles of the floor, bowing his head down to the ground in agony.

Sebastian coughed up some blood onto the white tiles before him, no longer concerned with his pride and finally whimpered a single word, in an attempt to save himself from the pain.

''Corvus...'' Ciel whispered softly, eyes shut as he fully relaxed against the cushions of the chair he was tied to.

''Corvus?'' Lady Francis questioned, sort of happy deep down to see her nephew so relaxed. He was always such a serious little thing. He reminded her of her late grandfather who always wore a similar expression, no matter what occasion.

''It is the latin word for 'crow', my Lady.'' The priest explained, taking his rosary beads and wrapping them around his hand so the cross at the end hanged in front of his open palm. ''Demons usually have latin names, having peculiar meanings such as 'devastation' or 'envy' but it is strange. Usually they have two words combined to form one name, similar to what we have.'' The priest dipped his hand in holy water before placing said hand on Ciel's forehead so the cross lay flat against the boy's skin. ''It would appear this demon is trying to fool me.''

''That is not all you have for me, is it, you foul being?'' The priest said angrily. ''Tell me your full, true name, demon, so that I may cast you away.'' The old man started to recite a passage from the bible as he placed his entire palm against Ciel's forehead.

Sebastian clawed at his arms and howled loudly in pain from the confines of the upstairs bathroom. He tried to get up but only fell backwards, ripping apart the shower curtains and falling painfully into the oversized bath tub. The demon dug his claws into his arms and assumed the fetal position, clawing at himself whilst hissing and moaning in pain.

White hot pain flashed before his eyes and the demon butler was temporarily blinded in his haze to try and relieve himself from the pain. He couldn't deal with this anymore. It wasn't worth it. He couldn't...hang on...''

Suduire Corvus...

All of a sudden, the haze left Ciel's mind and he found himself waking up, as if nothing had happened. The ropes had been let loose from his wrists and the priest was packing all of his materials away. The deed was done, he guessed. ''What?'' Ciel asked, feeling oddly cold in the room for some reason.

''Everything's finished. I was glad I was able to help, young man.'' The priest said to him and Ciel frowned in response. He hadn't 'helped' him. Nothing had changed from before.

''Why didn't you tell me sooner that such a thing was attached to you?'' His aunt stepped forward, a strange mix of concern and anger flaring in her irises.

''I...'' Ciel said, wrapping his arms around himself to warm his body up a bit. Why was it so bloody cold in here?

''It is common for some people to be possessed and be unaware of it.'' The priest explained and finished up the last of his things. ''I am just thankful that we got to this young lad before things got out of control.'' He picked up his bag and bowed to the both of them. ''I wish you both a pleasant evening, and may the Lord always be with you.'' He bowed again before taking his leave.

Francis helped Ciel to his feet, looking down at him with a sort of parental gleam in her eye. ''Next time something like this happens, tell me beforehand. So as not to waste time.''

Ciel frowned but nodded anyway as his aunt told him that he probably should head off to bed, seeing as she was going to do the same. She made sure that the young Earl knew the way to his room before taking her leave, trusting that he would be fine on his own. He wasn't a child anymore, not since that day, and he respected her in turn for treating him with the respect that he deserved.

As he headed down the hallway, he completely forgot about the sudden cold feeling he had obtained within that room, the feeling gone from him when he left. Odd... The blue eyed boy looked up and raised an eyebrow when he saw Lizzy coming towards him, glass of hot milk in her hands.

''Lizzy, what are you still doing up at this hour?'' The boy questioned. Usually when she or someone else needed something in the night, one of the servants on hand got it for her. How peculiar that she had to go and get her own drink herself. But then again, Lizzy didn't normally want to bother people, even the servants, during the night.

''Oh,Ciel!" She greeted "I just needed something to help me get to sleep.'' Lizzy said, smiling at him, but otherwise looking a little tired. ''Paula helped me get a glass down from the shelf when Sebastian didn't come back.''

''...What?'' Ciel asked after a moment's pause. Sebastian didn't come back? That didn't sound like his butler at all.

''I asked Sebastian a while ago to get me some hot milk, but he said that he needed to go to the privvy.'' Lizzy said, bringing a finger up to her mouth in thought. ''Now that I think about it, he has been in there for an awful long time. Do you suppose he's alright?''

''I don't know.'' Ciel said before bidding Lizzy good night for the evening, promising that he would check out the situation and that she wasn't to worry. The Earl frowned deeply as he made his way to where Lizzy had last seen Sebastian. If what his fiance said was true, then Sebastian hadn't come out for at least a half hour to forty five minutes.

This perplexed him for two reasons, one, Sebastian was a DEMON. He didn't NEED to go to the bathroom. And second, what if...something happened to Sebastian because of that damn priest? If so, then there would be literal hell to pay. He needed Sebastian around to help him with his contract.

Their contract. Something that bound them equally together, using one another to satisfy their own needs. If that was gone, then how would he complete his revenge? The thought made Ciel both angered and anxious. No. He would have his revenge and Sebastian would help him get there. No matter what. The devil promised him that he would stay by his side until he got his revenge, and Ciel made it clear that Sebastian was never to lie to him. So why was the Earl's heart beating so loudly against his rib cage as he finally made it to the bathroom door.

Ciel knocked on the door once, out of habit more than anything else. He waited exactly five seconds before turning the knob and opening the door. Nothing seemed amiss in the spacious bathroom. The shower curtains were hung like normal and there was no speck of dust on the sink. Everything was so perfect that Ciel thought at first that he might have gotten his rooms mistaken, but that wasn't possible. There was only one bathroom near this end of the building on this floor.

Ciel huffed and closed the door behind him, irritated by everything that happened that day. He reached up and slid off his eye-patch, which was still a little wet from the holy water, and let it drop down on the to the floor.

''Sebastian, I have had enough of your games.'' He commanded in a frustrated tone. ''Come he-'' The words died in the young boy's throat as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Nothing wasn't that much wrong with his appearance, just slightly damp, but what had him frozen was his now exposed eye. The contract, which bound Sebastian to him until his revenge was accomplished...was gone.

Author's Note: Hi everyone! Thanks for reading :D This was my first Black Butler fic so I hope you enjoyed and I did the characters justice. I wanted to focus on an idea that I don't recall anyone ever writing about before, at least in my experience, so this is what I came up with! There will be four chapters in total and I have the whole plot set up for everything, now all that's left is to write it! ^w^ So yea, thanks again for reading and please review, it motivates me to write faster! Thanks again for reading! Ja~!

~Migoto Nami

P.S, For those of you who are waiting for Ander's Sacrifice to update, no, I have not abandoned it. It's just that my mind is forcing me to type this out. But fear not, Ander is one of my favorite OCs. I will NOT abandon her, trust me :]

P.S.S. Now please enjoy this little bit of randomness. 8D

~Random Short~

"Will that be all, sir?" The nasally voice asked him through the radio box in front of the drive thru menu.

Sebastian turned his expression towards his young master in the passenger's seat. "Would you like anything else, my young lord?"

"A chocolate frostie." Was all he replied to which Sebastian repeated to the drive thru waitress.

"Ooo! I'll have chicken tenders!" Cried Finny from the back seat.

"And I'll have a chicken sandwich!" Added Mey-Rin.

''Well I want a happy meal! And make sure they put the boy toy in there this time! I don't want another frilly princess!'' Bard chimed in from in between Mey-rin and Finny.

''They don't have happy meals!'' Sebastian roared, turning around to glare at them all. ''This is Burger King!''

''Well FFFUUUUUCCCCKKKK!''

''Enough. Sebastian, drive forward. Those three can go without.''

''Aw man!'' The Phantomhive Servants cried in unison.