TITLE: When Souls Cry Out, Demons Answer the Call

SUMMARY: Children are to be seen and not heard. They are a status symbol, property of their parents to do with as they please. When your parents are this powerful you will...obey. When your children have demon servants you could...die... This is the story of three children bound by status, the honor behind their name, and ownership to parents who abuse them.

Rated M.

Author's Note: An old story from a previous account. I had originally lost it in the move process, but thanks to fate I was able to recover it. If you remember this review and I'll add the rest.

Intro

Blood Red. Blush Pink. Cerulean Blue. Three separate rings that bore the same meaning…enslavement, bound to their names, and to their parents. Children who can't bear to let them down, or allow their name to fall to ruin continue to be abused and tortured. What could alleviate the pain of such tortured souls? … Demons…

Maylene opened the carriage door bowing as a man in an expensive suit stepped down from the carriage. He had blonde hair, light blue eyes, gloved hands. He was indeed important. He own nearly all the transportation companies under the Queen's rule. No one bought a train ticket or a carriage without their name being in it somewhere. Not to mention his status by birth put him quite high up on the food chain in the aristocracy under Queen Victoria.

Standing at the entrance to the mansion they had arrived it were three people. Lord Vincent and Lady Rachel Phantomhive. The Queen's own private elite force resided in this one family. Not to mention they dabbled in companies. Toys and candies all sold under the Phantomhive name. Though they concerned themselves with more underhanded dealings than just this. They also had dealings in pharmaceutical drugs as well as drugs for pleasure.

"Lord Harold," Lady Rachel said smiling holding out her hand which Lord Harold kissed softly.

"My deepest apologies for being late," he said after kissing her hand humbly before turning to Vincent. "Up for a game of pool later Lord Vincent?"

"I doubt my bride would permit me to stay up so late," Vincent said smiling at his wife.

"Oh," she smiled tapping his chest lightly while grinning from ear to ear.

"I daresay, your son gets handsomer every time I see him," Lady Rachel asked softly turning to the boy at Lord Harold's right side.

"He is becoming quite the accomplished young man indeed, I am quite pleased with him," he said softly brushing his fingers down his arm briefly. It was all Alois could do to hide his shudder. He wore a purple suite with a bow tie, shorts, thigh high stockings a red ring on his forefinger… His eyes remained on the ground.

"We are so blessed to have been given such wonderful sons indeed," Lord Vincent said nodding. "By all means go and enjoy the banquet. We shall be in shortly."

With that Lord Trancy and his son entered the party just as another plush carriage emerged from up over the hill.

"Here she is now," Vincent muttered to his wife as the carriage came pulled up.

Maylene opened the door once again bowing. The Marchioness Frances Middleford stepped down from the carriage wearing a pair of pants and a pink tail coat with her hair pulled tight into a bun. In one hand she held a riding crop firmly, and she walked up to the Lords standing at their doorway. A young girl on her heels. She was a major figure in the textile industry having designed gowns for the Queen herself. Aside from this the Middleford's also ran a successful string of restaurants as well as weaponry facilities. The Queen's army received most of their weapons from the Middleford metal smiths.

"Marchionees," Lord Vincent said taking her hand and kissing it softly. "You look wonderful my Lady."

"Of course, would you expect anything less?" she said smiling.

"Oh I just adore this gown," Rachel said looking to her young daughter who wore a red gown, with pink bows and flowers. On her gloved hand she wore a pink ring on her middle finger. Her makeup done perfectly, her hair in large curls, her eyes adverted determinedly at the ground.

"It's our latest design. Though I do think pink suits her better…" she said straightening out the bow in her hair.

"Oh, but green would bring out Elizabeth's eyes much more," Rachel pointed out. The two women fawned over the girl, though she might as well have been a mannequin the way they spoke about her.

"It seems we are all present now," Vincent said. "Let us adjourn to the party inside."

Parties were a way for men and women of status to show off their wealth, and wealth included their children. They took pleasure in talking up their own children while secretly putting down others. So comments similar to these were heard:

"My Ciel can speak three languages. Just how many can little Elizabeth speak?"

"I heard your son was having a hard time with the violin, my son Alois has already mastered that as well as the piano. Perhaps he could tutor him sometime…"

"My young Elizabeth is going to study in France this summer; it's an elite private school. Very difficult to get into however she was accepted. I'm sure young Alois could apply if he thinks he can keep up with the rigorous study schedule of course…"

All the while the children stood beside their parents stone faced, while being praised or insulted accordingly, during which time they only responded to direct questions. The life a child in such a society was not an easy one.

But these days paled in comparison to the tortures of night…

After the party concluded, a few select guests stayed after for tea, and game of pool. It didn't take long before the billiard room was filled with cigar smoke and a mixed smell of tea and alcohol.

The room was large and painted in dark colors. The billiard table was in the center of the room with plush seats surrounding it. Vincent was leaning against a nearby pillar, with Alois and Ciel seated in plush sofa's along the wall. Lady Rachel, Madame Red, and Marchioness Frances were upstairs discussing girl business, or at least that's how his mother put it. Elizabeth had been instructed to remain with them, and due to an unfortunate set of circumstances found herself seated on Lord Trancy's lap looking absolutely horrified, his hand under her dress.

"What's the matter Ciel? Jealous?" Lord Trancy asked glaring over at him, for Ciel's eyes were narrowed and fixed on him avidly.

Jealousy was not it. It was anger at the fact that his fiancé was on Lord Trancy's lap.

Elizabeth was whimpering softly, Ciel knew exactly what he was doing underneath her skirt. The man disgusted him completely.

"Quiet," the Lord snapped nudging the back of her head.

"Are you going to pass again young Earl?" Lau asked from across the room.

"No," Ciel said getting to his feet walking over to the pool table.

"I was beginning to wonder if you were getting too scared to play with adults," Lord Trancy said glaring.

"Ci…el…" she gasped lightly watching him walk passed her tears in the corner of her eyes... He did not look at her but glared at Lord Trancy before turning to the table and sitting on the edge so he could line up his shot.

He let the pool stick balance against his ring, lined up the shot, and took it.

"He got them all in one shot!" Lord Trancy gasped shocked.

"Don't underestimate me Lord," Ciel said turning back to him his blue eyes…scorching . A hand clamped on his upper arm dragging him off to the side of the room. "What the hell do you think you're doing Ciel!" his father spat furiously. "You win when I tell you to win, and you sure as hell know better than to win against a guest of our manor."

He released his arm furiously turning to Lord Trancy, he placed a hand over his heart. "I am thoroughly ashamed Lord Harold. My son has informed me that he cheated."

"Tsk," Ciel spat quietly to himself in disgust.

"My, well he owes me an apology I think. Come here Ciel," he said opening his arms allowing Elizabeth to get up. She went back over to the wall where Alois was seated and sat down looking as though she was about to start crying.

"Ciel!" his father snapped.

Ciel handed his pool stick to Grell (Madame Red's servant) before walking over to Lord Trancy and bowing slightly. "My deepest apologies Lord Harold, I cheated…"

"How can I not forgive you when you're bowed so humbly before me," he said. "Here sit down on my lap."

His eyes twitched in annoyance, and Lord Harold's eyes narrowed. "That is unless little Lizzy would like to come back over…"

Ciel's eyes widened slightly at this concept and he heard his young fiancé let out a barely audible whimper. Sighing he sat down.

"I believe Ciel should be excluded from this next game as punishment for cheating…"

"Very well," Lord Vincent said smiling. "He will sit out. Shall we play again?"

The night concluded and the Phantomhive guests prepared to leave.

"I had an absolutely wonderful time dear sister, we really can't wait so long to get together again," Madame Red laughed hugging her close. When she turned back she turned to Grell, "Come along. We're leaving."

"Until then, I believe the Middlefords are holding our next little get-together. I hope you'll come," Lady Rachel said smiling.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," she said turning to Ciel. "Until later nephew, be good to your mother now."

"I will," Ciel said softly.

With that Madame Red and Grell climbed into their carriage heading off on their way.

"Well it was indeed fun," Lau said walking up to Vincent, his arm around Ranmao's waist.

"Until next time then," Vincent said shaking his hand.

"Oh I almost forgot," he said reaching in his sleeve he pulled out a package. "A new present for you and your son Lord Phantomhive."

"Is there more of…"

"Oh yes, there is plenty of that in there as well for when little Ciel gets out of hand."

"Good," Lord Vincent placed the package in his pocket.

Ranmao and Lau climbed into their carriage departing as well.

"What a wonderful time!" Lord Trancy exclaimed. "I can't wait for your next event; the Phantomhives really are the Kings in such an area."

Frances Middldeford looked cross upon hearing his explanation. She pulled on her overcoat walking over to the Phantomhives not looking too pleased. "Well, until my party then…" she said smiling at Lord Phantomhive and his wife before climbing into her carriage. Elizabeth took the her mother's sour mood as a good distraction to pull Ciel away from his parents.

"Ciel, I know you didn't cheat…" she said softly.

"Don't be fooled Elizabeth, they know I didn't cheat either," he said with a sideways glance at his father.

"Boo!"

"AHH!" Elizabeth gasped spinning around.

Alois laughed.

"Would you stop teasing her!" Ciel snapped as Elizabeth clung to his arm.

"Why? It's funny," he said. "She's too easy."

"Alois! Hurry up, we have to get back," his father called.

"Eh... great… Father seems drunk…" he sighed. "I'm not going to sleep tonight…"

"Be careful," Elizabeth said.

"You too," he said heading off after his father.

"ELIZABETH! How long are you going to take with your goodbyes!" her mother snapped.

"Ah, sorry," she said running a few steps before stopping. She turned back. "Thank you for the wonderful time, I hope we can do it again very soon."

She curtsied before rushing into her mother's carriage.

"That cheeky little ass…" her mother snapped as soon as they were back in the safety of their mansion. "Did you hear the way he talked about the Phantomhive party!"

"Yes."

"How dare he insult me like that! Lord Trancy that horrible—"

"He wasn't insulting _you_," she said in a tone that stated a fact...

CRACK!

The Marchioness backhanded her daughter with the strength of a man, and she fell to the ground. "Do not correct me. I think I would know better than you would!"

"I'm sorry," she said sitting up weakly.

"Don't attempt to understand what goes on in the lives of adults Elizabeth it's none of your business," she spat. "Now get up, don't act so weak Elizabeth!"

Elizabeth climbed to her feet holding back tears it wasn't worth her life to let fall. "Let's see, we are the ones to hold the next formal gathering. We'll have to invite twice as many guests, and of course you'll need a new gown for the occasion."

Being the daughter of a woman who made gowns for a living, she couldn't be seen in the same dress twice…

"Now…about what happened in the billiard room…" she said her eyes narrowing.

"Uh…well…" she said sighing…

"What is this I hear about you back talking Lord Trancy?" she said taking a seat in the main living room. She crossed her legs and held her riding crop firmly so the leather screeched at the slightest movement of her fingers.

"I…um…I wasn't…"

"Tsk, you're pathetic. No wonder he sought to insult me, when my own daughter is back talking him… How could you disgrace our name so?"

"Mama, I'm sorry I…"

CRACK!

Her mother lammed the riding crop into the coffee tabled beside her seat causing Elizabeth to jump. She glared...

"And how many times do I have to tell you not to refer to me so informally, Liliah!" she barked turning to the family maid. "Tie her to the post, I'll have to reteach her manners."

"Yes my Lady," she said.

"Mother I'm sorry…I…"

Her mother had already left to grab her whip.

"Ugh, I am so embarrassed. How could you insult our guest like that Ciel!"

"All I did was beat him in a game…" Ciel snapped quite upset that they were more concerned with what he did than what Lord Trancy had been doing to Elizabeth.

"Don't speak to your mother like that!" Vincent snapped. Safely back in their manor with only their servants to hear them Vincent and Rachel were allowed to speak freely.

"I'm sorry," he said though he wasn't really…

"Who knows what kind of rumors Lord Harold will be spreading to smear my name now," Vincent sighed placing his hand to his head.

"Sorry, it will not happen again."

"Of course it won't," Vincent snapped reaching into his pocket. "Maylene!"

"Ugh, yes Lord Phantomhive," she said.

"Take this package two my study, inside there are some yellow envelopes. Take one and mix the powder in side with a shot liquor. Have him drink it before bed tonight," he said.

"Uh…yes Lord," she said nervously hating when Lord Vincent asked her to do things like this. She did not enjoy hurting the young Earl.

"Until then go practice your violin," he ordered.

Ciel turned heading towards the music room. Back to that again. The more he was forced to play it, the more he found he hated music...

"What do you say Ciel!" Vincent snapped when his son hadn't given him a proper reply.

Sighing Ciel turned back, "Consider it done."

Ciel disappeared around the counter.

"What are we going to do with him?" Lady Rachel sighed removing her earrings and laying them on the shelf she stood beside.

"He is probably just going through a rebellious faze," Lord Vincent said shrugging. "I'll get him straightened out do not concern yourself…"

"Alois!" his father barked furiously. His face flushed from his inebriated state. "Where are you!"

Alois kept as still as possible hiding below the main steps of the manor, he even tried to hold his breath so his breathing wouldn't be heard.

"There you are," said one of the servants looking down at him. "Come along your father is calling you."

"Elliot please, if you don't tell my father where I'm at I'll give you my chain watch. It's real gold."

"Come now, Alois, your father will be cross. Come out from there…" their servant said grabbing hold of his ankle dragging him out into the corridor.

"No let me go," Alois complained kicking at him.

"There he is, you found him Elliot," Lord Trancy said smiling. "You were supposed to be upstairs a half hour ago."

Alois sighed standing up. "I was... on my way…"

"Good. Elliot make sure he doesn't get lost this time, and put him in that kimono I like so much…" his father said.

"Understood," Elliot said smiling. "Come along Alois."

"…right…"

The final scream of the night pierced the air at the Middleford manor. Elizabeth was on her knee her arms wrapped around the post as though she had hugged it, and that's where they were tied. The curls had long sense fell out of her hair and poured in blond strands down her shoulders. She was dressed in one of her white night gowns the back drenched in blood from the gashes her mother's whip had made.

"Let that be a lesson to you Elizabeth," her mother said carelessly. "You can stay here tonight and mull it over… In the morning I expect an apology."

She gasped softly before her lips split into a grim smile, "Yes, good night mother."

Frances stopped with her hand on the doorknob. "Goodnight Elizabeth," she muttered softly before leaving the room.

The smiled faltered, and fell into a fit of sobs.

"I can't…" she cried softly to herself.

Ciel gasped pulling at the rope that bound his hands and ankles together. His temperature rising. It was already starting, and the drug hadn't been in his system more than a few seconds. It was a drug that caused pain. Unbearable pain that echoed through every inch of his body.

"This kind is more potent than the last I see," Vincent sighed. "And its effects start almost instantaneously… Too much of this can drive one mad Ciel… so I do hope you don't upset me too often."

He walked over to the door. "I gave you enough so the effects should last only five hours. The next time you decided to misbehave I'll give you the full dose which lasts ten. Apologize to your mother in the morning for your rudeness…"

Ciel's breathing had already picked up pace, but he managed one last sentence, "Have a good night then… Father."

"…"

With that Vincent Phantomhive closed the door leaving his son to his hell…

Ciel closed his eyes trying to put his thoughts elsewhere. "I won't…" he whispered…

Alois sat up sore as hell, and extremely tired. But he wasn't about to sleep in the same room. He pried himself from the covered and put his robe on walking over to the door. Alois smiled a classic smile which he was well known for, saying, "Sweet dreams, Father," before opening the door and heading down the hall to his room. Alois returned to his bed, ashamed and utterly humiliated. He laid awake the entire night. Just…thinking…

He clenched his fist, "I'll never…"

They all loathed their parents, and yet still loved them at the same time. But they would get what was coming to them, and that promise alone sustained them. Someday, they would be the heads of their households, and when their name was whispered on the streets not a single thought would be given to the parents who had once claimed those names as their own… It would only be them…

Achieving such a feat was another matter altogether, as nothing could be done about it now. Not at their age. Little did they know such a feat could not be accomplished without help, and help arrived the following day…in the form of… servants…

I know some of you remember this story, and I hope you're excited to see it's return. If you're new to this story, then welcome. It's probably my darkest story. But I make sure to keep it within the M rating. While the abuse they suffer is above the M rating I either trail off or leave out the details of it to keep it in accordance with FF's M rating. If you don't like stories like this I have others that are not as dark.