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swordlux · 4 months ago

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Black Butler, My Demon Saviour | Ciel & Sebastian

Summary: A reimagining of the aftermath of season 1 from both Ciel & Sebastian's perspectives. Mature content. Please tread lightly.

Note: I wrote this a long time ago after finishing the first season, when I was reeling from all the emotions this beautiful series gives you. The relationship between Ciel and Sebastian is intriguing and complex, and I wanted to explore it. By no way am I condoning any underage relationships. I believe the tension between these two comes from an unrealized love, and it doesn't necessarily have to be sexual.

(Originally posted on ao3 and because nobody killed me for it, I decided to post it here. Also decided to include a little amv I made at the end too)

Enjoy~

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The young earl lay limp in the demon’s hand. His wispy black hair lay softly against his ivory skin—eyelids closed, highlighting the soft long eyelashes that tickled his skin. His mouth lay open in a silent sigh. A white glove lay discarded on the gravelled floor at his feet. The painted long fingers it belonged to were stretched coldly from the base of the lord’s neck to the top of his head. Those fingers revelled in the feel of the soft hair and the warmth that radiated so strongly from his innocent body.

The boy had given up his soul so willingly, yet there was a fierce pride that the young earl held onto, even as the demon moved his face in close and prepared to inhale the delectable soul out of his tiny form.

They had both been waiting for this moment—the boy in fear, hidden well by a mask of loathing—and the demon in excruciating anticipation. Every time the demon looked at the boy he could feel the boy's golden life force percolating his tongue. The bright purity and the fiery heat cursing through his body, tingling, and lighting up sensations that had been dormant for the past 200 years. A sensation finer than any orgasm, he knew this boy’s soul would provide. He could barely restrain the ravenous animal in him now, threatening to break his ever-composed grace. The boy had told him to have his way with him, to make it hurt, and one part of him wanted nothing more than to rip through that flesh and squeeze every drop of fearful agony out of him. Yet, looking at the boy lying so quaintly in his arms, so trusting until the last moment, there was an even bigger part of him that wanted something else...

To give this boy the happiest of last moments.

“It’s all over now my Lord, you don’t have to suffer anymore.” The demon brushed the bangs away from Ciel's moonlit forehead and stared adoringly at the boy one last time. He would savour this moment. The breath floating, warm and tenderly out of his soft, pink lips—lips that could say words both crude as reaper’s breath, and light as sunshine. Lips that had the capacity to grace the world with the most brilliant of smiles, but so often remained poised tight. When his lord was resting like this, he often thought him akin to a baby sheep. And if the Lord was the sheep, he was the wolf, and it was finally time for the wolf to move in.

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“Where are we?” Ciel Phantomhive barked. The cold fear in his voice was just barely contained by his sharp angry tones. He was aware of himself, he recognized his own voice, but besides that he was in a maze of darkness. He felt weightless. Ethereal.

At once he felt an overwhelming familiar presence slide in beside him. One that had remained loyal and made the past 3 long years somewhat bearable. It was that of a dark, sultry presence, one with unsurmountable elegance and wicked beauty. He was supposed to be an insipid creature of nonsubstance, but his sarcastic personality had slowly trickled through over the years. Ciel was angered at how much the presence warmed his body and made his intangible muscles relax. He ignored the fireball that blazed deep in his chest. A feeling that had become increasingly harder to ignore over the years.

Ciel began to see form taking shape around him. It started with the demon, and his breath caught in his throat. Sebastian had always begged him to look away whenever he took on his true form, saying he didn’t want to disgrace his master’s presence with his horrid appearance. But Ciel had snuck a few glances on the separate occasions, and he always found the opposite was true. It was dreadfully hard to look away. To Ciel, the demon was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. It was so beautiful in fact, that it made the rest of the world utterly dull and senile in comparison, and he often found himself yearning for another look, throwing himself into dangerous situations that would force the demon to bring out his true form. The last fight on the bridge with the angel had been exquisite. Ciel watched from the slanting crane, ignoring his servant’s orders. It was why he had been caught off guard when the angel caused a rupture that made the whole structure shake, sending him flying across the platform and to his ultimate death. He didn’t hold back now. If Sebastian had dragged him from death and into this place, he deserved to get a good look.

The demon was more beautiful than ever. His body was that of curling and evolving strands of black smoke. If you could call it black. It was deeper than any black that Ciel had seen, and had seemed to acquire a sort of untraceable glow around it’s edges. His ardent eyes were the most striking. They burned a brilliant mix between bright fuchsia and red, and seemed to leave a trail of hunger everywhere they went. He held the air of the inner earth. Like an obsidian rock that had formed over the past 200 centuries. Every curl of smoke held a secret about the world, and his total presence alone proclaimed that everything you ever knew about the world was a lie. He was a long swirling path into the deepest of nightmares. A lurking knowing silence that waited in empty alleys. He was God’s shadow.

The heat in Ciel’s chest flushed to his cheeks. He was glad it was dark, and that the demon couldn’t see them, and that wherever they were seemed to be some sort of spiritual world, though he had no doubt that the demon could sense the boy’s admiration.

“Just relax and watch my lord,” Sebastian purred.

Around them, images began to pop out of the blackness and swirl in a tornado like formation, enclosing them in their center. Flashes of cobblestone, ornate desserts, and untimely late nights. It was a kaleidoscope of memories.

Ciel breathed in a sharp sigh as he watched the past 3 years of his life circling around him.

“So this is it then. This is my reel of memories. I have to say, I wasn’t expecting a demon like you to take such a reaperly route.”

“That’s not exactly it my lord. Look closer.”

He did, and a single image came into focus. At once, it thrust toward him, hitting the young lord with an incredible wave of vertigo, and the next moment he was thrust into a landscape of serenity. He watched as the most pleasant moments of his life went by—moments he had forgotten himself when he was living. Taking his first steps, strolling through the fields with his mother—all these little things that made him realize that life was never really as bad as he’d made it. He felt a sensation he hadn’t had for a long time in those last years of his life—happiness. And as the memories played, he found himself making peace with everything that transpired.

It was as he was fading away, about to surrender to his ending, that something pulled at him, ripping him from both death and life.

***

Sebastian gasped and pulled out of the scene as he released hold of the boy’s soul. His immortal heart was racing. His body danced between his cold, eternal skin, and the warm trails of the Ciel’s soul that he had ingested. He had been enjoying himself so thoroughly, feeding off the sublime emotions of bliss as he played his lord his most pleasant memories. So why had he stopped? And why was there this deep fear in the pit of his stomach? He choked on an unfamiliar feeling. He looked down at the boy, and gasped. Ciel Phantomhive was never one to be loved much by the sun, but never had he been as pale as he was now. His skin had almost gone translucent, showing bright blue veins where blood struggled to keep on flowing. And he was cold to the touch. As cold as the demon himself.

“My little lord,” he gasped.

Ice-cold panic filled the pit of his stomach, and Sebastian began to remember why had pulled his divine feast to an abrupt stop. As they walked through the memories together, Sebastian could no longer doubt the feelings that had haunted him over the past 3 years.

In some way, or another, he had loved the boy.

He couldn’t imagine the world without his fervent presence. However human he was, he seemed to understand the demon in a sense that no other ever could. Sebastian had spent all his immortal life walking these impassionate streets century after century, never to find a kindred soul; yet here was one right in front of him. And he was about to devour it.

Sebastian couldn’t deny that him and the young lord shared the same mind. Every time the lord made a decision, he felt a surge of surprise and pride. He always seemed to do exactly what the demon was thinking. They were kindred spirits, and perhaps in another life when he was human, or the boy was a demon, they could be the best of friends. He had felt that even more as the boy’s soul began to merge within his. There was great havoc to be wreaked on this earth that only such a boy as him could bring. This realization threatened to pull Sebastian back to the moment he became a demon all those years ago.

The boy didn’t breathe, but Sebastian knew there was still life in him, still some of his soul to be saved, and it was risky but Sebastian knew of a way.

He hoisted the boy over his shoulder and leapt into the night.

He was going to do something no demon had ever done before.

He was going to break his contract, because the boy, he realized, deserved to live.

The End

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True Form (amv)

Song: Mark by SHAHMEN

Thank you for reading! I am so captivated by the darkness and depth of emotion in Kuroshitsuji, honestly anytime I get to interact with it is a pleasure. I may continue this piece after I rewatch the series, but for now I think I shall leave it as is. In the meantime, please enjoy this crappy quality amv I made while trying to explore these feelings more.

Much love!

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