The Black Butler AU that nobody has asked for; well kiddies, I'll write it for ya anyway!

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One Hell of a Brother

1.

It was dark, and cold. Cold and dark. And loud. Dozens of people, it sounded like, shouting, chanting, and speaking in rushed manors above him. He couldn't see anyone's faces; something covered his brown eyes, tied around his head tightly to keep anything from being viewed by him.

He was s also in pain.

It was cold, dark, loud, and he hurt. Everywhere.

Bruises lined every other inch of his body, his hair had been pulled, his ankle was twisted, and something had pricked him on the inside of his arm.

Everything hurt.

He just wanted to go home. Of course, what home would he go to? His family's mansion caught fire, and as far as he was aware of, nobody made it out. Except for him.

But did he really make it out?

He only had just made it out of the door, his little ten-year-old body trying to keep up with how fast his little-mature-for-his-age mind, when someone grabbed him – by his hair and a color of his shirt – and everything went dark while everything was lit up.

The eerie silence brought him back from his thoughts. He was still lying on the table he had been strapped to, but no one was making a sound for him to hear. He listened intently for a good minute before he was able to hear a faint 'hissing' sound and the shuffle of feet.

He knew what he was being used for – the cult that had taken him explained it rather thoroughly. He was a sacrifice. He was only ten years old, and was being used as a sacrifice. Most ten year olds are worried about walking into the wrong classroom at the beginning of fourth grade, or wondering if the boy who pulled the girl's hair likes her or not. Simple elementary things.

But him? He was worried about if this sacrificing thing actually worked or not? And if it did, what would happen to him? What would happen to him if it didn't?

The shuffling and hissing sounds got closer to him, and bravely, his turned his head in the noise's direction, daring it to come closer. And unfortunately for him, it took his challenge and ran with it. He braced himself for something, what, he had no idea, but his muscles tensed, he curled his hands into fists, clenched his teeth; he braced.

A lot of damn good that did.

A white, blinding pain erupted from his side, just below his chest, on his diaphragm; He screamed behind the cloth over his mouth, arching his back off the table and trying to get away from whatever was burning him. He struggled and cried for who knows how long until the object was pulled away from his abused and tortured body.

Did they just brand me? His mind raced when that entered; that would be the only explanation as to why they just stuck some kind of burning pipe or stamp or whatever against his skin. I can' t take anymore of this. He finally started to succumb to the fact he was never escaping where ever he was, from who ever had strapped him to the table, from who ever had tortured him for the last however many daysweeksmonths. Any faith in a higher being to help me is gone. I guess there never was such a thing. He whimpered when he came to that startling conclusion. All his praying and pleading to someone went unheard. I want out of here! He let out a painful, heartbreaking cry.

Excited talking started anew, people walking all around him. He couldn't make out what they were saying – whether they were speaking his native language and he was just too far-gone to comprehend, or if they were speaking a different language all together, he wasn't sure. He didn't listen.

Just come and take me away, demon. He screamed in his mind. He had lost the game of life, and he wanted to be taken out now. He was done.

It all went silent once more, like a thick blanket covered the room (or just him) and blocked any sort of sound from reaching his ears.

"What do you want?" A silky-dark voice echoed in his mind, a voice that was not his own.

"What?" He answered back, confusion colored the tone he mentally spoke with.

"You have summoned me, what is it you want?" The voice asked again, patience backing the words.

"I've summoned…. What?" He chocked back a sob. "I don't-"

A pearly white smile came into his view, red eyes appearing second.

That's all he saw.

"I am a demon, you dear child. You can make a contract with me, and fulfill whatever it is you wish, then once that's completed, as payment, I get your soul." The voice explained, the sharp-toothed smile moving with the words spoken. "You could just send me away, and I'll leave you to whatever it is they are trying to do," The red eyes glanced towards the sides before looking back at him. "And I'll be on my way."

A beat of a second passed, and the eyes and smile started slowly vanishing.

"What!" His voice surprised him, as if they had spoken without his consent.

The facial features came back into view. "Yes?"

His face grew cold and angry, but with a hint of desperation. "I want power. The power to destroy and take revenge on everyone who did this to us."

The sound of heels clacking against a tiled floor echoed all around him.

"As you wish, young master."

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What am I doing?

I don' know.

I never know.

If you're familiar with Black Butler, I've only seen seasons 1 an the animae (the only anime that I've watched in my life – Not counting Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon since everyone's preattm much seen one or the other, or both)

How this going to go?

I don' know.

I never know.

Did we just go over this?

Open to suggestions.

Nobody asked for this.

But I'm giving it to you anyway.