The young Earl was barely able to gasp nor catch a breath as Lars’ hands wrapped around his throat, choking on his words, brows furrowed and eyes shut tightly as he was slowly losing breath and consciousness. It had taken him a few moments to understand what had happened as Lars’ movements were far too quick for him to be just a mere human. With his grasp slowly released around the Earl’s throat the boy caught his breath, gasping and coughing, fingers clutching as his chest before eyes lifted to see that the host was now hoisted up in mid air.
A shriek, a cry of pain could be heard followed by an echo of bones breaking and limbs being torn from their sockets. It was a sound that made a chill run down Ciel’s spine, his eyes widened while his breath became shaky as he couldn’t help but stare at the sight. Once gently pushed aside he was lost in a trance as darkness shrouded them.
So this is what he was— a dancing demon in rage, truly a monster, but in his natural form like a hungry animal released from its shackles and into the wild where it belonged. It was something even Ciel had feared upon the realization that Sebastian was not just a butler, but a monster wearing a suit.
Far too overwhelmed as the boy could no longer hold in it, falling to his knees as he finally vomited on the ground. The stench, the sight, those sounds. Memories were no longer buried deep in his mind, they were practically spilling from the very cracks of his soul. He had finally lost his composure as he was tipped over the very edge.
In his brief moment of hyperventilating his attention grew towards the shrieks that had been coming from upstairs, although they didn’t sound human and it seemed like they had more guests coming to accompany them. It felt like an earthquake, walls trembling and so was the ground below the palms of his hands.
But enough was enough.
Brows furrowed, slender gloves fingers would grip onto his eyepatch as he tugged it off to finally reveal the contract as it had began to glow a gentle hue upon a given command.
❛ Kill them all! ❜
A fire alight fueled by the denizens of the dead and the kindling of bodies consumed with each new quiver of flame. Fingers like claws, daggers, that eviscerate to the bone, snap joints and sever tendons. There is nothing left of Herr Magnussen for his compatriots to rescue, so very little hope of his reformation possible. No more screams, they’ve died in bloody bubbles upon his lips.
Pristine white glove hooks beneath the little lord’s chin, lifts those mismatched eyes to his own and with a saccharine grin narrows rubescent orbs.
“Close your eyes, my lord.” The scent of him, sweet and acrid, the same as the night they met. A bitter sweetness upon quivering lips. The demon licks his own. Delightful. Though there is terror racing through the halls to tear his little master apart he indulges a moment longer in the fury of those eyes, the pride of his mark upon one, the hatred and sorrow and suffering in the other.
The ink drip dark swells, cascades upon itself like a writhing beast and he steps into its embrace, tucking away his little banquet where prying hands will never reach him.
“Now then- Ẃ̸̛̭͍h̴͙͋̈́o̸̡͠'̵̥̻̎̆s̸̗̅͜ ̵̻̩̉n̸̩̲̿e̵̡̎x̵̣̯̊ţ̴̣̋?̶̩̿” A dog off his leash finds pure joy in the ecstasy of freedom, restraints barred he may run wherever it is he pleases and he... is no different.
The filing of his victims into the grand hall is a momentous occasion, the quivering dark at his beck and call shivers ever harder at the anticipation of rending flesh from bone. Each face a new canvas on which to paint his horrors. Yet none are bold enough to present themselves the first dance of the evening.
“Come now, don’t be shy. You had no qualms attacking a defenseless child. Or is that how you would prefer your prey?” A gleam of teeth in the undefined night. “Pathetic. Parasite.”
His goading successful, a flurry of fang and nail alike and among the furor he stands painted in rouge the echoes of his laughter reverberate like an avalanche upon itself. Louder...louder. It drowns out the suffering he causes, it fills the room until they’re swimming in it and-
The way it should have been for these wretches millennia ago when the world assumed them extinct.
“Hnn. They certainly wasted little time in getting to the point of their evening. A shame it ended so early...” Ah yes, his little lord left cowering in the protection of the consuming darkness he should...
A finger drawn through a smear of blood across his cheek he stares curiously at the way it seeps into cotton, spreads like a virus, consumes until it is spent and spread thin. The gloves are replaced, his appearance impeccable, before he returns to his little morsel quivering in disgust amidst the viscera.
“My apologies my lord, are you alright?”
