Vial

Sebastian eyed the little bottle of water that sat on his master's mahogany desk with mild curiosity. The only reason it had caught his eye was because it had never been there before this moment, and the little earl hadn't exactly been subtle in his attempts at drawing the demon's attention to it. The boy smirked at him, questions in his single visible eye.

"Sebastian, I have to wonder," Ciel started, fingering the little glass. "Do holy items truly work, as the church claims they do?"

The demon blinked at the question, not quite sure where the earl was going with his questioning.

"Do they repel demons, and other unsightly things, or do they just use them as an excuse to get 'generous donations' from the public?" The boy continued his musing, a small smirk on his face, twisting up the corners of his lips in an expression that could skin a man alive.

Sebastian eyed his master warily, not quite sure of the answer the boy wanted. "Young master, the church has always been more interested in the money they receive than the good of the people."

Ciel paused to think over the demon's answer. "Is that a fact, or your personal opinion? I wonder..."

"Both, my Lord. One does not need physical possessions to worship a god, or to repel a devil."

Ciel was still fingering the glass bottle. "I see. Then having you drink this would have no effect."

"Frankly, young master, that would be entirely dependent on what it is."

The earl snorted. "Holy water. I bought it for 50 pounds while we were in town yesterday."

Sebastian sighed, thinking what a waste of money that was. "That would do little more damage than normal water."

"Would it? Drink up then." Ciel tossed the glass to the butler, and waved him away, watching the demon's reaction.

With a quirk of a regal eyebrow, Sebastian uncorked the bottle and downed the liquid swiftly. It was slightly warmer than he had expected from having just sat out for some time.

"Sebastian, do you know how one makes holy water?"

"I don't believe I do, my Lord." The devil hummed in thought.

The boy grinned. "You boil the Hell out of it."