#corvusexinferno

[bestia-domitor]

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     '' ---Tch; what are you looking at? ''

  ; Oh, so that's why she was feeling sick to the stomach!     Her most favourite co-performer had his eyes set on her.

[ominasapphirus]

||| †; Night terrors haunted the child, worse than they had ever become for him. Trickles of sweat had formed on his body, dripping onto his soft ivory sheets in the his large bed.  His mother and father burning alive, he himself being kidnapped by the religious cult; It left him to toss and turn restlessly. His mental self thrashed about in the isolated cage, screaming and pleading his tormentors to release him, yet only laughter was tossed at him. Each waking moment grew sorely worse as he was beaten in every way possible, nearly left for dead. He wanted to be free. He want his parent. He wanted to be saved, but there was no God.

Why... Why did it have to be him? Silence. That's what filled his ears, just before his own screams pierced through. It wouldn't be much longer before he was taken as a sacrifice. There was no saviour for him. This nightmare of his was beyond hellish for him, and it would take a different course that evening. Throught the cries of despair and agony, it was not known to him that he was truly sobbing in his own room.

Silken was a voice that penetrated the air. 'Wake up,' it called out to him. "I am awake!" He screamed to the heavens that had so abandoned him. He was awake, so why was he being told to awaken? This was no dream. This was his reality. "I am awake," he said again. "This isn't over.. It's happening.. I'm going to die.." It felt as if eternity was taking place within the illusion. Minutes dragged on slowly, the pain lasting and never-ending. He began to sob more heavily than before.

The time had come for him to be murdered. He struggled and pleaded for his life, but Ciel was forced upon the stone slab, held down by chains and filthy hands. The freezing bite of the crimson polished dagger slashed through his solar plexus, and-

Startled, the child awoke, sobbing, trembling in fear, unable to comprehend anything. His eyes had shot open, wide as ever, a shriek piercing his bed chamber. Immediately his hands had shot up to his head, his nails digging into his scalp. If they were any longer, he would have drawn blood in his dark hair.

The moment his breath had left him, he returned to his tears. His face was a wreck, scarlet red and puffy around his eyes, sweat matting his entire body, seeping through his night shirt. He held himself, wanting someone, anyone, to be there for him. His parents was what he had yearned for, and it's what he ached for in that moment, but he knew they were deceased. A pat on the back told him someone was behind him. It frightened him, and he had no sooner turned over to see his butler standing beside the bed. "W-What do you want!" The raven's concerned face, though worried for his master, was not recognizable to the boy. 

[ominasapphirus]

;The Master Has Returned.

||| †; I have returned from my hitaus, Sebastian. Prepare a cup of tea at once.

[madamxripper]

[ corvus-ex-inferno ]

{ 💋 } —

"Sebastian, what a nice surprise! Come in, come in~ Do you need something?"

[ominasapphirus]

"My Butler Is An Able Man."

This certainly will be "one hell of a relationship", Sebastian. 

I highly recommend you all follow my hellish butler, corvus-ex-inferno. He is truly an able servant.

[ominasapphirus]

тнε үσυηg мαsтεя συт σғ cσsρℓαү

You should know who your master is, demon. 

[ominasapphirus]

тнү sσυℓ нαтн вεεη cℓαιмε∂

{♚}~ Biting his lip, the boy brought himself to the center of the floor. It was musty, black, framed with the virgin blood spilt upon it a time long ago. Scattered masks, satanic markings, all were present in this hallowed Hell on Earth. Again, he was forced to return to this place which bare for him no solicitude. His cerulean gaze cut off by the eerie feeling of hands reaching for not only his body, but his soul as well. The urge to vomit overtook him as he approached the cage where he was once confined, smelling of rotten iron, dust particles and bones were all that remained, waiting for him, taunting and daring him to draw near. Ciel had not choice but to oblige. Tugging the door open with a chilling screech, he stepped forward before dropping to his knees. A look of arrant horror marked his face for what he saw within. A face, covering a skeleton who's frame and attire matched that of his own. The invisible hairs upon him stood on end, his body trembling, becoming ever more apparent.

"No...It can't..." A moment passed before the dark fog of recollection cleared his mind and he saw what really laid before him. A mask, covering the face of the child who, after him, would be immolated. In a terrible and sad way, Ciel begrudged him. He had died pure and swiftly, never to know such terrible pain as he himself had suffered. Never the less, he placed himself within the cage shutting the door behind him, not daring to look back for fear that everything would recreate itself around him, dragging him back to that fateful day. The slate-haired boy sat for what seemed like hours there, merely gazing at the skeleton before him, his ankle shackled with its familiar restraint, and he waited, muttering one name under his breath, "Sebastian..."

[ominasapphirus]

"Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he, But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door- Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door- Perched, and sat, and nothing more."

Ciel muse to Sebastian. (The Raven - Edgar Allan Poe)