AUTHOR'S NOTE 10/6/2014

"I'm positive there is going to be a mob forming somewhere, demanding my head mounted on a spear and my skin to be turned into a rich man's rug, after this chapter. If you didn't pick up on the hint in the last chapter, then MAN, ARE YOU IN FOR A RUDE AWAKENING! This story will be over after this chapter. Thanks for reading and please feel free to follow me to get my latest updates!"

-BlueRaven666

Chapter 7

A lot of things went wrong that night, and the very first was that I had let someone know about my true feelings for Sebastian; and not just anyone—a powerful demon, no less. Once I discovered it wasn't Sebastian, I should have just kept my mouth shut and gone to bed. I should have been the wall of emotionlessness I'd always been. I shouldn't have cared about this demon, no matter how powerful he was. But most importantly, I shouldn't have made such a big deal out of trying to find Sebastian.

"Ami wrong?" the demon asked; a disgusting sneer painting his face, "Have you really developed feelings for a demon?"

While demons were experts at lying and fooling the foolish, I was terrible at it. I couldn't have lied to save my life! I knew if I said no, he'd only poke and prod until the truth came spilling from my guts. But what would happen if I said yes? Would this demon—who was nothing short of a god—kill Sebastian? Would he punish him in some way? Or would I be the one to take the punishment?

"Let's just say that I am . . ." I said, "What would happen to me and Sebastian?"

An amused expression appeared on this demon's face. He snapped his fingers, making a loud crack that sounded like thunder blast through the air. Just then, a pair of demons flew down and landed behind him, carrying a third that was aggressively trying to break their grip. In the light of the big, bright full moon, I could see it was Sebastian they were trying to restrain. He was covered with blood that wasn't even his.

"Sebastian here might have mentioned this to you already," the demon said, gesturing to him, "Demons do not dare to speak my name aloud, because demons "disappear" if they do. My question to you, William T. Spears, is do you know my name?"

"Yes," I replied confidently.

"What is it?"

"Don't say it, William!" Sebastian hissed, "It's a trap! He's going to-"

One of the demons covered his mouth, muffling his pleas.

"You will be silent, bird!" the demon before me growled, turning away from me for a moment, "Or you'll risk an injury to your other wing!"

I looked from Sebastian and beck to the demon. Sebastian's eyes begged me not to say it.

"The black king from the chessboard . . . the way you control all of these demons like slaves; even calling them your minions. I know who you are, so I don't think your foul name needs to be said."

The demon clicked his tongue, "What a shame . . ."

In a flash, one of his massive hands clasped around my throat and he hoisted me with one arm up into the air. I was scarcely able to breathe.

"If you would have been the obedient little Reaper I've always been told you were, your life could have been spared. It is a crime for a demon to fall in love with a lowly creature, such as you. I would have had him executed instead, but this seems to me like a better punishment. The problem is out of the way and I can make my little bird's life go back to the way it's supposed to be. It will teach him a lesson, wouldn't you agree?"

My eyes strained to look at Sebastian. He was struggling in the grip of the two demons that were holding him back, desperately trying to get to me.

"Se . . . Sebas . . . tia . . . don't . . . look . . ." I choked out.

The demon drew his hand back and unsheathed five agonizingly long, razor sharp claws.

"I am Satan Lucifer, you insolent little bug!" he snarled, "May the gates of Heaven greet you with open arms."

I closed my eyes so I wouldn't see it coming.

All I heard was an enraged scream laced with pain before a heard the sound of wings beating and a warm splash of fluid coated my face, but . . . there was no pain. I hadn't even been touched. All went silent around me, and slowly I opened my eyes.

Satan's hand was inches away from my chest, positioned to tear out my heart from my chest. The hand stuck out from a wall of black and was coated in blood. Downy feathers brushed past my face and to my horror I realized this wall of black had a pair of crow-like wings.

Satan's face held both shock and horror. His arm had not run through my chest like he had intended, but had instead run through Sebastian's chest. My love had willingly jumped in the way to save me from my terrible fate.

I felt Satan's one hand loosen its grip from around my throat, allowing me to drop to the hard surface of the apartment's roof. He pulled his hand out from Sebastian's chest and held him.

"You're a fool! Why would you do that?"

I could hear Sebastian take in a shuddering breath, "I . . . will not die . . . for lowly scum like you. I . . . I will only die for the one I truly love . . . William."

Sebastian coughed weakly and his body convulsed. A bright, blinding flash of light that was probably lighting up all of London filled the air and reels of his Cinematic Record began to bleed out of his chest. I watched in awe as the reels suddenly whipped around and plunged deep into Satan's flesh. He was the scythe that was reaping him and he was paying the price. He dropped Sebastian to the ground and howled in pain. I wouldn't put it past him. Being attacked by a Cinematic Record sucks and it hurts. There'd be no way for him to survive the Thorns of Death that this would cause.

Free and with Satan and his minions distracted, I crawled over to Sebastian.

"Hold on, Sebastian! Just hold on!"

His body jerked harshly as he coughed, ". . . Will?"

"Don't speak, just stay with me!"

"I'm . . . glad, William. I'm glad you're all right."

I rested a hand against his cheek and gave a small smile, "It's all because of you. You're the reason I'm still here. But you've got to hold on. Stay with me, Sebastian."

Sebastian lashed hung lower the weaker he became, "Never . . . stop doing that."

"What?"

"Smiling . . . Your smiles . . . They're beautiful."

I took him into my arms and brushed his black bangs out of his face, "I can think of better things to do with my mouth than that . . ."

You'll never believe it, but that was the first kiss Sebastian and I shared. Once again, I'm not smooth or great with pick-up lines, but I knew Sebastian loved it when I tried.

I'd always thought that kissing a demon would bring bad juju crashing down on top of my head, or I'd be struck by lightning; something unpleasant. It turned out to be the greatest thing I could have ever imagined. A demon's kiss brings out a certain sense of peace and happiness with a sinister twist. I sat there thinking to myself, "Why didn't I do this sooner?" Never mind the fact that it was cold, I was in pajamas, I was covered in Sebastian's blood, and Sebastian was dying in my arms. His last kiss brought a little slice of Heaven into this Hell.

Sebastian pulled back suddenly and his back arched as he began to shudder and gasp. I held his hand and held him close to me. I wanted him to know that I would always be there for him, and that I loved him.

"W-William . . ." Sebastian rasped.

"Yes, Sebastian?"

"I need to tell you . . ."

"Tell me anything. I'm listening."

"I . . . love you . . . William, with all . . . my h-heart."

I managed to smile for him one last time, because I was trying not to let him see me cry, "And I love you, too. You will never see me love anyone the way I could love you."

A smile formed at the corners of Sebastian lips, but it froze midway and every muscle fell limp as the light from his Cinematic Record began to fade and dim. I stroked his cheek and kissed him one last time, "Everything's going to be all right . . ."

And then he was gone.

The night was long gone before I came out of my trance of sadness and mourning. There was a burn mark on the roof of the apartment where Satan had stood as Sebastian's Cinematic Record attacked him. By now, Sebastian's body was now drained of all warmth and was ice cold.

I failed to show for work that day; no call, or anything. Who could blame me? I don't think I'll be able to stand to reap another soul after this. I'll be a laughing stock for the Grim Reapers; an outcast . . .

And I don't care. Sebastian made me feel as though he meant more to me than any job. I might live the rest of my life alone and go crazy, like Undertaker. I don't care.

Grell found me that afternoon, still on the roof of my apartment in my pajamas as I held onto Sebastian's cold body.

"William!" I heard him call out, "Is everything all right? Why didn't you come into work toda- . . . Oh my god . . ."

It was obvious to me he was taking in the scene.

"William, what happened?" he trotted up beside us and rested a hand on his cold, stiff shoulder, "I-is he . . . ?"

"Yes," I replied, "But you would have been amazed at what he did."

"What did he do?"

I shot him a look, "You're looking at the demon that struck down the almighty Satan Lucifer."

Sebastian has been dead for a little over two years, now, and I remember him as nothing less than the man I loved and the demon that was able to best the devil. I have since retired from active duty, despite how young I still am. Grell visits from time to time, occasionally telling me about a new man he has eyes for. A few of my colleagues have gotten married and have started a family.

I have not laid my eyes on another person. I could never love another the way I had loved Sebastian. Every now and then I'll run a hand over his violin or polish the cutlery he carried or check the time on the chain watch he had acquired from his time at the Phantomhive manor. And every great once in a while, I'd hum the tunes of the love songs he used to sing.