This is a story I've been working on for a loooong time now. It's my own sort of season 3 to the Black Butler (Kuroshitsujii) series. Please enjoy!

Also, Sorry. I've been out of it lately guys. My bio-engineering teacher wanted me to do a project that took up all of my spare time. All be it, designing and building a new type of prosthetic was entertaining. But at least the finished product was good enough to get me to regionals, where I placed first. (Hold your applause, please.) Wish me luck at state!

And for all you haters out there, can't I brag about myself just once? Please? I'm tired of the lack of support...

So, thanks to all of my lurker friends who told me in person how much they love my stories! Love you guys!

Try to have fun with this one!

DISCLAIMER- I don't own any of the epic characters in this story except Aria Holly Lankana, the Shinigami secretaries, and I gave Sebastian the "real" demon name Delarian. Oh and there may be some M later, but not yet. ;)

Walking down the Nile River for what I was hoping would be one of the last times, I glanced at my reflection in the flowing water. I hated this form, black hair, dark eyes, and so many different minerals smeared onto my face was simply not becoming. Sure, it looked good on Cleopatra, but not me. I was too tall to pull it off. I ignored my thought and continued to a small mud hut along the riverbank, a meeting place of sorts. Inside there was a bed and a table, each big enough for two. But he wasn't there. There was instead a piece of papyrus on the table, written in my native tongue.

What is my native tongue? I'm afraid it is something you mere mortals could never comprehend. On it was the most world- shattering message I had ever received. I read it over again, huffing as my eyes began to water. I began to ball up the paper. It began to smoke in my hand, my anger manifesting in the form of fire. I calmed myself and straightened the papyrus. No, I couldn't destroy it. It would be evidence some day, the poker to stoke the fire that would be my hatred.

I stepped out of the hut and ran, faster than the winds of the Caspian Sea. When night finally fell, I climbed to the highest building in what would someday be called Cairo. I had the perfect view of the river. I had an overwhelming feeling of uncleanliness as I considered my plan.

I thought he was… No… It was never honest…He has run all through this city, lying, braking, shattering, killing. I am no stranger to filth, but this city must be cleansed of his scent, of his touch of his lies.No place deserves the stench of his mark. I will do my friend Cleopatra one last favor before I leave…

I stood straight and concentrated all of my efforts on calling to my domain. Were I human, I would've broken a sweat. These were the days when my abilities were not as honed. It took me a moment, as most of my concentration was occupied by anger and sadness, but finally the river responded to my command. I watched, silently cursing him again and again as the Nile began flooding, first washing away what had been our little mud hut, our meeting place.

I watched as the water swept away the homes of the unsuspecting sleepers, listened to the screams of terror and pain. It did not matter, for they were expendable humans. I had finished here, time to find something more constructive for my anger. I left for the Atlantic, I needed the comfort of open water surrounding my body…