Chapter 1

"Sebastian," I said, calling into the empty room. "Give me some tea."

I sigh to myself. All this paperwork is incredibly boring. There have been no knew cases after the Jack the Ripper case. Jack the ripper. The most dreadful case I had to do in all my 13 years. Along with other women, Madame Red, Angelina Dalles, died on this case. She had a variety of names, but to me, she my aunt. Her death was horrible. Even so, she was one half of Jack the Ripper. If she was kept alive, her punishment would've been death.

The other half, Grell Sutcliff, was a very interesting character. While taking the role of a hopeless butler, he kept his other life a secret. That life was one of a grim reaper. A god of death. He assisted Madame Red in her killings. I knew it. I knew from the deductions I made back then that Madame Red, with the help of a divine being, was Jack the Ripper.

But the fact that Grell killed Madame Red sickened me.

A knock came from the door, breaking me from the thoughts.

"Come in."

The door opens slowly and Sebastian enters. I could smell the strong tea all the way from the other side of the room. I smile weakly.

"Earl Grey." I say looking at Sebastian.

"Yes. Correct as always, Young Master." He replies with a smile.

That smile always gives me chills that run down my spine. It wasn't a loving smile. No, it wasn't a smile like that at all. It was a smile that showed his pain and anger. An impatient smile. I have kept him as a butler for over 3 years, so he would be annoyed with me. He sets down the tea in front of me.

"Here, Young Lord." He says, waking me up from my thoughts.

"Thank you. You are dismissed, Sebastian."

He kneels in front of me, just as he always does. I don't know if it was an illusion or a slip of my sleepy mind, but I think I saw a look of concern and worry spread across Sebastian's face. But as fast as it came, it left. Before I knew it, he was closing the door.

I stay in my seat, stunned at what I witnessed. I argue with myself. "It was just an illusion." I whisper to myself. "He wouldn't show emotion as easily as that."

A few hours passed and I felt like my body was feeling heavier by the minute. I need to rest. A good sleep for the night will lift my spirits for tomorrow.

"Sebastian." I call out.

I hear footsteps and see moving shadows outside the door. He stands in front of the door for a few moments. Before I tell him to just come in, he opens the door. I eye him as he walks up to me.

"I wish to retire for the night." I say plainly.

"As you wish, Young Master."

He comes up to me and picks me up. I wrap my arms around his neck. Although I know that Sebastian wouldn't drop me, I feel weird being off the ground. My eyes droop sleepily when I am placed on the edge of my bed. Sebastian brings my nightgown and changes my clothes.

When Sebastian gets up to leave, I tuck myself into bed. Before Sebastian walks out the door, I talk to him.

"Sebastian. Stay with me. Until I fall asleep."

My voice sounded childish. As if I was begging for ice cream or a toy. But no. I was asking a demon to stay with me.

"My. Is the Young Master showing weakness in front of me?" Sebastian replied with that mocking tone.

I clench my hands into fists and grit my teeth.

"Just a simple order." I say, gritting my teeth.

He lays down next to me on the bed. The weight of his body makes the bed uneven. Gravity pulls me down towards his body. I unconsciously wrap my arms around him. My arms could tense his muscles tensing up.

"Sebastian?" I say, filling the uncomfortable silence.

"Yes?" He replies instantly.

"What's wrong?"

I look up to him to see crimson eyes staring back at me.

"You do realise you're hugging me, right? Me, a demon."

I move my head back down to where it was originally. My mind wonders why I was hugging him right. I pull my arms away. What a foolish act. Truly idiotic. I move to the side, away from him.

"Does it matter? Would it make more sense if you were an angel? Angels do not appeal to me. They are simply too caught up in innocence and happiness. It makes me sick. Honestly. Don't compare yourself to such a creature." I say, annoyance seeping in my words.

"I apologise, Young Master."

I looked at Sebastian. He was completely showing concern and worry on his face. He looked so… vulnerable. As if he wouldn't move an inch if someone came to him with a knife, aiming to kill him. But I'm sure he doesn't mean it. A look of concern to comfort me, to make my head think straight.

He knows what the Jack the Ripper case did to me. After the funeral, I told him I don't hesitate. I told him a lie. That's the thing. Humans lie. But as a demon, bound to a human master, must always tell the truth. It doesn't matter whether the truth will hurt me or comfort me. Angels lie. They want to receive a happy reaction, so they lie. A comforting lie against a horrible truth.

My eyes felt heavier. Sebastian knew it too. He got up slowly. My body couldn't move because I was already too far gone (TWD reference). My eyes closed. As I was expecting a door closing, I heard Sebastian instead.

"I'm worried about you, Ciel."

I couldn't reply. No matter how much I wanted to talk to him about what he said, I couldn't reply. Sleep took over and I knew I would forget about it in the morning. Good move, Sebastian. That's all this is. A game of chess. Just a game.

-"I will stay with you. Until checkmate."-