Heaven wasn't all it was truly cracked up to be, or so Ciel thought. He had zero memories, none whatsoever, of a life before opening his eyes to the bright world that had surrounded him and he'd been rather...naive, when other's had talked to him but he had zero patience when they took on a patronizing tone to him and he almost punched all of them in the face but it seemed at that moment his back burned with a fierce pain that had him screaming. Looking back at the memory, he wished someone had told him that it was wings coming through, but no one said anything just allowing him to scream and scream in pain until his throat hurt badly and his wings sliced through his skin easily as a knife slicing through butter.

That was promptly five centuries ago. Or was it six? Seven? It was hard to keep track of time, after all he had more than enough time on his hands to deal with and keeping track of the centuries he'd been in existence wasn't a very fun past time that he didn't want to take up doing in the slightest bit like others usually did as a way to sort of threaten or hold a bet or deal over someone elses head. The Seraph had nothing but time on their hands so it seemed, they loved the free time to pity humans half the time and the other times they just screwed each other out of money when the Great and All Powerful God wasn't looking. The one angel that hated Ciel and Ciel mutually hated, was Ash.

He could swap his forms as easily as air, going from male to female in the blink of an eye which strangely disgusted Ciel but it was also just how the man truly was, with his personality and what spouted out of his mouth half the time. Ash hated Ciel because the bluenette was part of the Seraph, the highest rank an angel could ever truly wish to be in but it was difficult to be a part of it, either God decided to amp you up to the Third Rank among all the Seraph or you were just awoken as part of the Seraph and accepted as easy as breathing. Ciel was one of those people categorized as the later.

"Ciel. Ciel. Ciel!" Ciel blinked dragging his blank, empty stare to the person next to him. Her name was Elizabeth, she had long spirals of golden hair and a long, curled cowlick and laughing green eyes, she-just like the rest of them- had no last name, no recollection of who she was once before she got there and she was just as empty headed as all the other females it seemed.

"What do you want Elizabeth." Ciel sighed out turning his head to look forward while cupping his chin with his hand softly and he then lifted his hand up rubbing his eye softly.

"I've told you time and time before to call me Lizzy!" The blonde had a little snappish tone as she looked at Ciel with a narrowing of her emerald green eyes as her pink lips pursed. "And I was going to say, someone from among the Seraph or something wants to speak with you, probably about our binding ritual coming up." A binding ritual was what angels, Seraphim or not, were bound together for eternity to become Mates and populate the spans of Heaven or even on Earth, but also to just be together with a male's best fit female and some twisted humor among the angels decided to Bind him to Elizabeth.

"I see. Well I shall go and seek them out in just a while." Ciel monotonously said as he looked straight forward letting his hair fall into his face slightly. Lately, it was a new thing, Ciel felt like he was forgetting something tremendously important but it was an easy impulse to push down and away, focusing on his existence and those around him, but the feeling sometimes nagged at him, as it was today.

"You know, Ciel, you could show some emotion once in a while," Lizzy spoke softer this time as her eyes darkened and her golden brows pulled together tightly. "You've been all gloom and doom since-" A hand was then slapped over her mouth as her eyes widened and a little squeak left her hand into the palm over her mouth as she blinked at Ciel's now dark look.

"Don't. I don't want you to say that name-ever- in my presence. You've pushed my patience, so I would now like to be alone, Elizabeth." Ciel snapped then pulled his hand away and turned his head to look outside again with a fierce scowl painted over his features and Lizzy got a sad look before nodding and turning to run off somewhere, he didn't know or bothered to care, as he stared out the window. Ciel clenched his jaw hard enough that his teeth made a soft gritting noise as he glared at nothing when footsteps behind him caught his lack interest. "I said go away Elizabeth!"

"To think, you'd talk to your future Mate in such a manner. Such rudeness shouldn't be tolerated." A voice tsks making Ciel tense up his eyes becoming like flint and cold instantly as he looked over his shoulder to glare at the white haired angel behind him, his violet eyes dancing yet glaring at the same time it seemed.

"Shut up, Ash. I never asked your damn opinion!" Ciel snaps out again glaring at the angel before the white haired man took on a dark look rushing forward slamming Ciel to the window he stood in front of, a white gloved hand squeezing Ciel's throat tightly making a few soft choking noises to leave his lips as he glared weakly at Ash.

"You should watch your mouth, it'll get you in much serious trouble one day." Ash growled into his ear squeezing tighter almost as a display that he could easily choke and kill Ciel right then and there if he truly wished before he let go smiling pleasantly making Ciel glare as he trembled sucking in breathes rubbing his throat. "However, the Council along with Him would wish to speak with you, seems there's something troubling with you they want to work out."

"Fine. You could've just told me that, you bastard. No need to choke a fucking seventeen year old!" Ciel snapped as his blue eyes flashed with anger at the elder and the white haired man smiled wider.

"How would you know your human age? No one is sure of their human age, I mean if you base it off your looks then yes that makes sense, but you shouldn't begin understanding in human years how old you are. Interesting." Ash's voice started coming out in a purr that raked claws up and down Ciel's back as he glared as hard as possible, condemning the man to a fiery death in his mind. "Well, little Ciel, I think it'd be best you get going. All though," Ash stepped forward again quickly making Ciel flinch just barely making it look like a little light twitch. "I have no qualms choking a seventeen year old stupid, silly boy. Just you remember that."

"You're a disgusting creature, filthy, you shouldn't be in existence, He should just kill you as you stand." Ciel spat out then shoved past Ash who seemed to be growling light with anger and Ciel grinned as he rushed off. He got the last word. He always, always got the last word no matter what. He walked down a long hall that always made him a touch dizzy for it seemed to always stretch on and on without ending it seemed half the time but now that he walked with purpose he had zero fear or that touch of dizziness while he walked.

Ciel was seventeen in human years, it was easy when comparing the time, era, his angel years and doing the math, as a human he would be seventeen plus he looked much older than a thirteen or even fourteen year old should. He paused in front of a mirror that was hanging in the hall, strange and egotistic as it was to put a bloody mirror there, Ciel turned looking at his reflection. He was tall, about five foot seven, had shaggy hair that just barely touched his shoulders that was a dark black blue color and rich, deep blue eyes and pale skin.

He was attractive to say the least, if he was a female he'd be drop dead gorgeous, but because of his personality barely anyone could see beyond it, to look him in the eyes and see he wanted a challenge with those around him, wanted to push his limits and order those around him to his bidding, but they didn't and it made Ciel...bored.

Then, with a large realization and a tiny jerk that he saw faintly echoed in the mirror, he realized that he was bored being here. The life was much to peaceful, watching humans and taking bets, speaking with others, carrying on duties, he was bored with all of this and he wanted something more, something that'd make him feel alive unlike the current state he was in.

He blinked looking away from his reflection scowling at the ground lightly before running forward, his bare feet slapping lightly against the floor as he rushed to the door opening it and ran down the cold, stone circular steps that lead to the Council room as he clenched his jaw tightly. Running down the stairs was easy, easier than easy, but going UP them was going to be Hell itself.

Though, as he ran with urgency, his right eye began to twitch and got little pangs in it like it was either burning or itching, which happened a lot but he never mentioned it to anyone but he stopped rubbing at his eye aggressively with the heal of his palm huffing gently as he rubbed until the sensation stopped then ran down the stairs once more, jumping down large sections and landing easily only to run again and he sighed as he ran down the stairs quickly, his hand resting on the railing. Sometimes this really sucked.

He mentioned once before to the Council and to Him that his right eye itched, burned and twitch sometimes, much to their strange panic and told him it was nothing but it was the panic, the fear and resentment in their eyes as they sent him away, that made him question whether it was really WAS nothing or if there was something more. But he always pushed away the notion that there could be something wrong, so he shoved the thoughts away while dashing down the third rounding stair case huffing gently hating this and he felt like screaming with victory when he finally got to the very bottom of the stairs.

He paused in front of the double doors in front of him, large and pure white made out of some wood but felt like marble, cold like the rest of the room which seemed to just suck something out of him, gave him pricks running up and down his spine. Everything-and he meant absolutely everything- in Heaven was just white, or gold, no other colors seemed to freaking exist in this place which sometimes made his right eye twitch but with irritation, but being alive for six or seven centuries would make you think you'd get used to the white and gold color theme but not to Ciel, if anything it made him annoyed. His hand clenched into a tight fists against the smooth wood of the doors as his jaw clenched tightly and his brows came together as a flash of anger, resentment, towards this room and the Council went through Ciel.

The last time they'd summoned him here, it was to see the one person-absolute one person- that Ciel got along with the most was banished from Heaven after having his wings stripped and sent to Earth. Loki didn't deserve it, they could've given him a less severe punishment, after it all it wasn't truly his fault, it couldn't be but everyone seemed to think that it had been. Loki was-had been nearly as tall as Ciel, he had had shaggy chestnut colored hair and bright, moss green eyes that seemed to pierce through Ciel but in a strangely delightful way and they had been good friends for five centuries, a long time in angel ways, but when they shared a kiss -just one kiss- they ripped Loki's wings and banished him.

Ciel knew it was deeply unfair to him, to Loki, that the Council sent him away without hearing him out, without letting him explain and just decided to banish Loki like they had nothing better to do. The door opened quickly in front of him, making him jolt lightly as his wide eyes snapped up to meet cold green ones that made Ciel narrow his eyes lightly. The Grim Reapers- or Shinigami as they liked to be call, for one of them aid the Japanese term was better but he refused too- were those who had committed suicide and God decided they needed to work off their debt for throwing away their lives.

Whether it was short or indefinitely they worked it didn't matter, but Ciel had been around long enough to know most of the Grim Reapers at least. William T. Spears scowled down back at him, his eyes narrowing behind his glasses and Ciel had the deep, devious urge to yank the man's glasses off his face and throw them towards the stairs and see if he could find them, because he always found it hilarious when a Grim Reaper lost his glasses because they all had terrible, terrible sight.

"Are you entering or just going to stand and stare." William said in a low, bored sounding tone that got Ciel's brow twitching lightly once before shoving past the man, the floor cold underneath his bare feet as he padded into the room.

The room, he had to admit, was beautiful with silk white curtains framing large stained glass windows that the light from outside always managed to pour through, the floor was white with the diagonal patterns of one gold tile and the floor was shiny, like they'd spent nothing but clean it over and over until it nearly reflected like a mirror. The large Council bench was made of solid white oak, that felt cool like marble just like the door but this room held both a bad feeling and bad memories for Ciel.

"Ciel, how are you?" A woman with long hair, with a soft purple-ish color it seemed, large dark blue eyes and light brown skin like a cup of coffee that had large quantities of milk, was how Ciel would describe her. Her name was Hannah, he didn't know of her last name but he knew it definitely stared with an A. There was several other people along the bench that looked at him with what seemed like disdain which was new.

"I'm fine." Ciel replied back stiffly when Hannah smiled soft at him.

"Ciel, you know you are quite possible the pride and joy of our Seraph rank. It's because of this and how important it is, we want to send you on a little...mission." Hannah said locking her hands together as Ciel fought the urge to narrow his eyes and snap out for her to hurry and tell him as his jaw clenched tight. "We want you to go down to Earth."

"Why? What is it that involves or implores me to go down there?" Ciel asked in a monotone way as he tried to keep expression but honestly he was questioning why the hell they were sending him and not someone else.

"Because we've noticed a sky rocketing of souls being devoured and bodies being found that are members of the church we have in London. You are, naturally, our most trusted confident, and are the most smartest out of most of the Seraph, we believe you can get straight down to the reason as to why the souls are disappearing." Hana explained as her dark blue eyes darkened even further, her lips pressing together after speaking and Ciel the urge to raise his brow and make a wise crack then refuse flat out. "You will be sent now, of course, before your binding ritual."

"I.. see. And is there a certain time span I'm to go down and come back?" Ciel asked keeping his voice even and any and all emotion from entering it, as hi blue eyes zeroed in straight on Hannah's as she raised a white brow seeming to think then smiled. She was a ruthless woman, but to put it lightly, Ciel seemed to find that she was quite possibly the nicest member of the Council.

"No. Take the time needed, but we want you to make this fast, but if you want a time limit then we can offer you one." Hannah said leaning back in her seat crossing her legs as she rested her conjoined hands into her lap staring down at Ciel just as evenly as he looked at her.

"No, that is fine. I'll get it figured out and wrapped up before long and before the binding ritual." Ciel replied making Hannah nod in satisfaction as a smile curved over her lips.

"Great. Now, close your eyes and we shall send you down, it's been said travel from here to the earthly plain isn't very comforting and quite nauseating." Hannah said with a purse of her lips before lifting her hand, her darkly painted nails glinting softly making Ciel envious for a moment. Of course the woman could have dark nails but the moment he paints his nails blue it's a big damn crime.

Ciel choked down his strange bout of envy and shut his eyes waiting as his wings tucked themselves against his back tightly and before he knew it it felt like static electricity was crackling across his skin and with just one breath he felt his body, maybe the very cells of his body, humming quickly as his body rushed through the portal or even tunnel Hannah sent him down and as he got closer to Earth he felt a strange...tugging.

Not to a particular thing, but more like to a person. Like this person was waiting from him and had been waiting impatiently and would find him. It was a feeling Ciel didn't like as he closed his eyes tight and no matter how hard he tried to push the feeling away it was the strange, very strange, image of sinfully full lips tugging into a smirk that gave him the most intense feeling of déjà vu. Why?