ChibiKit- Okay so this is my very first attempt at a Kuroshitsuji fanfiction, so I would like to state that it might not be very good.

I know that the seven deadly sins are; Greed, Envy, Pride, Lust, Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth, but I choose to use different sins. So please enjoy!!!

Disclaimer- I own nothing, even though I wish I did. T_T!

Humans are so simple.

Some humans fear a higher power. Choosing to ignore and disregard the existence of one and preferring to live their lives full of sin and disgrace.

Only on their deathbeds do they repent, praying for forgiveness as they slowly take their last shuddering breathes, holding onto the idea that their damned soul can be saved in those last fleeting moments of life. They hope, wish, and pray that they can salvage their tainted spirits and rescue themselves from being devoured in the deepest depths of hell by creatures like me.

These humans make me laugh.

Other humans choose to acknowledge the presence of a higher power, choosing to walk on the side of grace and redemption, living pure and holy lives. When they sin, they pray for forgiveness and it is granted to them by this higher being to which they pray, or so they believe.

Nothing, not even the redeeming grace of God can save a damned human from the claws of a creature like me.

As they slowly decay, as all humans do, it brings them comfort to know that their souls are free of impurities and shall be offered to the gates of heaven when they pass from this world.

It's these humans I pity. Living such holy but unfulfilling lives.

What is a life without darkness.

And then there are humans that try to obtain higher power, offering a false deity the blood of an innocent, hoping to tempt them into offering up some of their majestic power to the lowly humans that call upon them. They think that with this power they can control and wield it rightfully and achieve their means.

These humans I love the most. For if it weren't for their idiocy, creatures like me would not be called upon, to feast on the very souls that called them.

Humans are so simple.

If it weren't for this thinking, this craving for power humans couldn't possibly comprehend; I never would have met my young master.

"Do you wish to form a contract with me?"

They were trying to call upon an angel; a pure being that could help them rid the world of darkness and disgrace. A being that could give them its power so they could cleanse the world of the sinful, of creatures like me that take advantage of the low.

Such simple humans.

It would have worked, this pathetic little ritual. They did everything correctly, from forming a sacred alter that they laid an innocent soul upon, to spilling the precisions blood of a child, one believed to be the most innocent of humans, or, so they thought.

How were they to know that the child they plucked from many had a dark heart, a boiling hatred to rid the world of the very people who bound and beat him like an animal? How were they to know that by forcing this young child onto his knees and taking turns at his pure body would be their downfall?

Humans are so simple, so easy to please. Offer them the forbidden fruit, and they take it.

Instead of calling upon an angel, a being of light and grace, they called upon me, a demon seeking a dark soul to devour. Imagine my surprise when I arrived and saw a young child among many with a darkness that made my mouth water and claws itch.

My little master looked so beautiful covered in bruises and blood, his bluish hair mused and messy, sticky sweat making his pale, supple flesh glisten and glimmer.

Eden's forbidden apple.

And each man had taken a bite out of him, feasting upon his once innocent flesh and tainting his previously pure body with their hands and seed.

Even the women desired this boy, envied his beauty, soiled his flesh with their blood stained hands.

Such a beautiful little master.

On his command I murdered the very souls that called upon me with the hatred of the boy that lay in filth, slicing them apart in the stillness of the room my little master was laying in. He and I came into a contract, an agreement.

Such a silly master.

He thinks he holds power over me with that little contract that resides in his eye. I think the thought of having such a powerful sword makes him tremble.

Are you scared my beautiful little caterpillar, or does it thrill you to know that you can have the world in your tiny hands with just one order?

He doesn't understand, or does and chooses to disregard it (such a smart little noble I have as my master!). For each time he moves me across the chessboard into checkmate, his little fingers shaking with the thought of another easy victory, I too move him, into the deepest sin that seasons his soul for our final meeting.

Beautiful master all wrapped in sin, tell me, do you feel it?

You should never trust a demon little master. For that small contract on your eye may give you the ability to wield a strong sword, but each time you use me to strike, it's just one more sinful spice that adds to your flavor.

After all, my beautiful lord, your soul is not yet ripe. So allow me to assistance in its blossoming.

That silly ritual would have worked, if my master weren't such a tainted soul to begin with.

Humans only want one thing.

These creatures are such weak things. And that's what makes it easy to take advantage of them in their deepest times of weakness.

"Your name is Sebastian and you shall by my loyal dog until I complete my desire,"

Of course young master, and when your desire is complete, mine shall be too.

And I, being ever so generous, offer it to them.

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