Obsessed with an everyone-lives-AU where his parents never died and O!Ciel and his brother were never kidnapped and O!Ciel was pressured by R!Ciel to go into priesthood and remain on the manor grounds so he'd stay and be his forever, but a demon sneaks into the grounds to prey on an innocent young acolyte, and thus begins the sordid affair between a demon (named Sebastian by O!Ciel, of course) and O!Ciel who was depressed and bored of his current life because he wanted to be a toymaker, and losing his virginity to a demon is how he decides to get back at his family for forcing him to study become a priest.
Bonus points if R!Ciel wanders into the chapel late one night to talk, as he knows O!Ciel is still mad at him for having to give up his dream, when he stumbles upon his darling baby brother ensconced in a massive, writhing mass of black tendrils, hundreds of glowing red eyes, and sharp white teeth as long as his forearm, and he can't see everything, his brother is covered in black goo from the waist down, but he's missing his shirt and from the rapturous sounds he's making, R!Ciel can tell, with horrified disgust, exactly what that nasty thing is doing to him.
The whole family bands together to lock O!Ciel away deep in the manor, both out of a desire to protect and shield him, and also deep shame, as the incident was so traumatic, the demon so beguiling, that it broke the boy's mind and made him believe he'd wanted to be sodomized.
Thus begins a long, long and harrowing demonic haunting in the manor, birds showing up in droves to break their necks slamming against the windows. Decapitated rabbit heads found on all the doorsteps. A malicious, ever-present fog covering the manor grounds. Glowing red eyes watching from the treelines at night. Cold pockets around the manor that make you shudder bone deep, a burst of wind like something just flew past you in the hallway. Creaking noises all throughout the manor. A black shadow passing through the doorway out of the corner of your eye. Candles going out inexplicably, others re-lighting in rooms that no one had been in recently. Scratches on the doors, fingermarks in the steam covered mirrors after a bath. The unsettling feeling of always being watched. Vicious growls emanating from around corners. No matter how many men of the cloth they call to the manor, no matter how many exorcists they bring, it cannot be banished. It will not relent. Every exorcist comes in confident that they can get rid of it, and leaves in terror. This is no lowly demon, they all say. It must be a high ranking one. Every cross in the house turns upside down on the wall, no matter how many times they fix it, every rosary ends up broken within a week, statues of the lord weep blood down their faces, salt lines and holy water do nothing to deter it. And if that weren't bad enough.
Their son, their precious baby boy, continues to have bruises all down his thighs and waist, hickeys on his neck and nape, and black tar dripping from between his legs, no matter how many doors, holy sigils, salt lines, and trap circles they try to hide him behind. And worst of all. O!Ciel himself never became afraid of it. The addled boy even seemed to consider it his lover! The demon would block the door somehow while it had it's wicked way with him, and when they were finally able to burst in, the demon no where to be found, O!Ciel would sit up, skin glowing with sweat and satisfaction, and smile serenely at them.
bestie i’m so sorry it took me so long to reply, but this is literally the plot for a proper 40k words fic, or better yet a whole ninety-minute movie, and i couldn’t stop thinking about it. i love sebastian tempting people like the serpent in eden, taking advantage of innocent little souls unfortunate enough to cross his path.
he was in the same room again. the same room he had known for years. the room that had witnessed his first baby teeth falling out, countless days spent sick in bed, and sleepless nights when he designed toys on sheets of paper beneath his blanket, extinguishing his flashlight every time he heard approaching footsteps. toys that would never see the light of day because he had never been allowed to pursue the path he dreamed of. the room that had witnessed his tears, his screams, and his fits of anger, yet none of them had ever brought relief or change.
“it’s all for your own good.”
“one day you’ll thank us for this.”
“your health is too fragile. your body won’t withstand the hardships of everyday life.”
the words echoed through his head as loudly as the crash of glass when he threw it against the wall.
he woke up, prayed, ate. went to mass, prayed, walked around the grounds, prayed, ate, prayed, went to mass, and went to sleep. days blurred into weeks, and weeks into years.
he didn’t know what london looked like anymore because he hadn’t visited it since he was a child. the only people he knew were the servants, the faithful who came to the chapel, and the family who had forced him onto god’s path.
more than once he had wondered where god was if he allowed him to suffer alone like a bird trapped in a cage instead of opening it and letting him spread his wings. what was the point of free will if he couldn’t use it? what was the point of luxury when he was only allowed to enjoy it within a tiny patch of land?
“how many more lord's prayers do i have to recite before god the father finally decides to look my way?”
he knelt beside his bed, reaching for his bible and once again reading verses that had long since carved themselves into his memory.
“surely everyone goes around like a mere phantom; in vain they rush about, heaping up wealth without knowing whose it will finally be. but now, lord, what do i look for? my hope is in you.”
“don’t they say hope is the mother of fools?”
ciel sprang up as if burned, looking around for the source of the voice.
who would now dare interrupt the only thing he was allowed to do in his free time?
but when his breathing calmed and he saw no uninvited guest in the room, he began laughing hysterically.
“not only am i locked away, now i’m starting to lose my senses too. no wonder my family has already given up on me.”
wiping away tears, he stepped toward the bed again to retrieve the book when suddenly he felt something cold coil around his leg. he screamed, trying to shake it off, stumbling when he moved too suddenly. only then did he look down and see a snake wrapped around his ankle.
it slowly began slithering upward, flicking its tongue, and a shiver ran through his entire body.
had god finally looked his way after all, only for his escape from suffering to come in the form of an early meeting with him?
he froze, unsure how to react. one wrong move and the creature could sink its fangs into his skin before he even registered its movement.
but the snake didn’t seem aggressive. it moved slowly, winding itself further around his body.
his nervously rising chest.
ciel felt the reptile brush against his cheek, the tip of its tongue flicking against his ear.
“locked in a box like a toy waiting to be opened.”
he heard the voice again, and his throat tightened. he didn’t even know when he must have been bitten because now he was hallucinating. closing his eyes, he began whispering.
“lord god, please let someone in my family be alarmed by my scream and find me before it’s too late.”
“god doesn’t come to save anyone.”
“our father, who art in heaven.”
“you are alone here, locked away, only allowed to leave when others permit it.”
“you could die, and they wouldn’t know until they came to call you for dinner.”
“doesn’t it exhaust you? being isolated? controlled? treated like something lesser?”
“i can help you. i can free you.”
“on earth as it is in heaven.”
“i can show you things you weren’t even allowed to read about.”
“give us this day our daily bread.”
“i can give you the freedom you crave.”
“and forgive us our trespasses.”
“your family will curse the day they locked you away.”
“as we forgive those who trespass against us.”
“if you’ve ever dreamed of disappearing, i’ll make others envy you instead.”
“and lead us not into temptation.”
“but deliver us from evil.”
the shout rang through the room.
in an instant the snake that had been moving across his body vanished, along with the candle flames that suddenly went out.
his chest continued rising at an alarming pace, and his heart beat so loudly he felt as though the sound filled the entire room.
ciel heard the voice again and slowly turned his head.
“you don’t need to be afraid of me.”
a leg emerged from the shadows.
“i’m not here to hurt you.”
“i want what’s best for you.”
the figure of a tall man stopped in front of him before crouching down until they were at eye level.
ciel couldn’t stop staring into those mesmerizing crimson eyes.
“one word is all it takes.”
the stranger brushed aside the damp strands of hair stuck to his forehead.
“why me?” ciel whispered, unsure whether the question was meant for the being before him or himself.
“isn’t that what you ask yourself every day?”
he smiled, and ciel couldn’t break eye contact.
“i’ll give you a choice, but you have to decide now.”
a finger traced upward along his neck.
“you can forget this entire encounter and go back to begging god to look your way.”
he tilted his chin upward.
his finger slid across ciel’s lips.
“you can taste the fruit they wanted to keep from you.”
his gaze pierced straight through him.
ciel felt as though he wasn’t being looked at but examined all the way down to his soul.
the man withdrew his hand.
ciel closed his eyes and counted to ten, wondering whether the creature—certainly nothing connected to god—would still be there when he opened them.
hesitantly he parted his eyelids, expecting an empty room and proof that everything had been a fabrication of his deteriorating mind.
making it clear he wouldn’t leave without an answer.
ciel took a deep breath and whispered:
the creature smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.
“you’ll have to say it louder so i can hear you.”
gathering what little strength he had left, ciel leaned into the touch and said, this time louder:
the creature’s eyes flashed blood-red, but the boy had no intention of wondering whether he had just committed the greatest sin against god.
i just had to. sebastian taking advantage of how isolated, desperate, and innocent ciel is in order to manipulate him is wonderful. just like in the original, he appears to offer a choice while knowing perfectly well there is no other option for him.
a poor little lamb who doesn’t realize the wolf is only waiting for the chance to devour her.
it would be even better if sebastian were shameless enough to regularly appear around ciel’s family while none of them realized it. sometimes he’d be a guest at a party. he’d deliver an order. bring the newspaper. sit in the front row during mass. drive the carriage. promote their products.
he’d feel immense satisfaction every time vincent shook his hand, knowing it was the same hand that had fingered ciel only hours earlier.
they would search for the monster without realizing it was right under their noses, mocking them.
at first it started innocently.
a tablecloth that vanished even though it had been lying beneath the arranged silverware the night before and every maid swore she hadn’t taken it. knocking at the door when nobody stood outside. footsteps echoing through empty hallways. books found on the floor every morning.
everyone noticed the changes in ciel, but they explained them away. he had finally accepted his role. he shut himself in his room to pray more fervently. he stopped arguing about becoming a toy maker because he had finally grown out of it. he spent less time with them because he had found his calling.
and whenever they saw bruises or scratches on his skin, he always had an excuse. he fell while dusting a cross. he fell off a chair while lighting a candle. he tripped into a bush while chasing a cat that had stolen his rosary.
none of them noticed that they hadn’t seen religious symbols around him in a very long time.
only when r!ciel catches ciel with sebastian does the nightmare truly begin. of course the demon had known he was approaching, but he also knew ciel was so dependent on him that not even family could come between them. sebastian was halfway through the marathon while they had only just left the starting line.
people began resigning from the estate out of fear for their lives. rumors spread through aristocratic circles that the manor was haunted.
some claimed their son was possessed. others said he had been seduced by an evil spirit. some insisted he had invited it in himself. there were even those who claimed he had always been the devil incarnate. more and more people distanced themselves from the family to protect their reputations, and it only strengthened sebastian’s feeling of superiority.
after all, he was taking from them exactly what they had taken from ciel. he was herding them into a cage and waiting for the moment he could slam the door shut.
they guarded ciel day and night, yet the creature always found a moment of weakness, slipping in and laying its slimy hands on him. with each passing day ciel became more and more wounded. the worst part was that he wouldn’t even allow them to touch him, much less treat his injuries. quite the opposite. instead of hiding the marks of his blasphemy against god, he displayed them openly.
he didn’t scream. he didn’t try to run. he didn’t rage at his family.
he simply waited patiently for sebastian to come to him because he knew he would, and they were incapable of stopping him.
vaporwave
theartofmadeline
yousharknotpass
izzy806
blakekathryn
jbbartram-illu
turnnoffyourmind
germansingergirl
areudirty
jacobvanloon
