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thewonderingsorceress:

“Oh, we demons have many priorities- some are simply more potent depending on the demon.”
She watched this child closely, whilst she was playing with this boy she was trying to see what was true and wasn’t true from what she had heard. His lack of any response to his parents, it seemed to her almost like he had shut down in a way, at least in regards to his parents. So his parents death was probably true as well, she had heard that this boys parents were murdered for various reasons: she had heard the demon with whom he made a contract with did it, she heard it was higher political figures, or that it was someone from the humans under ground or was it world? She had heard the parents had also made a contract with a different demon, and the boy was meant to die with them. Though she doubted he would answer if she asked, she wasn’t even sure if the boy knew the answer himself.

She..appreciated that this boy didn’t turn into a messy, crying child at the mention of his parents. Showed he had strong character, most people assumed you had to have strong character in order to summon a demon, but most people were wrong. That didn’t mean he didn’t have a weakness, nor that his future and past did not haunt him. She was sure even now it was weighing on him. She wondered if he would break from everything that has happened and haunted him, or if he would keep until the end.

She chuckled at his response, “There are only so many things that stimulate you when you can’t find interesting enough humans, nor care for the chase for food through contracts. even in lives which are limited like yours, humans come across the same type of bored-ness. Things get boring when history seems to want to slow itself. Besides, you aren’t giving yourself enough credit, I am not easily interested by the boring gossip of demon- who cares if this or that demon dies, or who actually made a  contract. No, I get interested when demons who normally do not bother get interested and start gossiping.” She took a silent step forward smirking, “I get interested when not only are they interested in the gossip, they start looking for more on this topic. I get interested when-” In an instant she disappeared and reappeared right by the boy’s left side bending to whisper in his ear, “ demons who normally do not care about one soul or the other actually start making plans to try and steal that soul.” She moved back to being in front of him silently, quickly. “Luckily, my only interest in you is seeing how you fare what might be coming. Let us be honest shall we? I have no ill intent towards you, only mere curiosity. You could order your demon to try and dispose of me, but you risk pissing off a demon and adding me to the list of demons, not to mention the long list of humans if the rumors are true, who are already after you. If you let me satisfy my curiosity, and for a lack better words entertain me, I might so incline to /help/ or leave you alone- which ever you prefer, once I am satisfied.

He wasn’t a pretty doll just to toy with. He frankly
hated when others tried to mock him in this way
as he was just a silly child, who had no idea about
the ruthlessness of thw world. Quite to the contrary,
he was precisely one of the great reasons why this
world was so ruthless and evil. The title of a diabolic
aristocrat wasn’t given to him for nothing. He had
this beautiful and rare kind of darkness in his blood.

❝ —  The needs always take precedence
        over the wishes. You can refuse your
        wish, but you’ll never say no to your need. ❞

He looked straight into her eyes, shaking his head
slightly at the last word. Resolute and persistent
earl like no one else knew about the ambiguous nature
of human desires. Once your desire becomes your
need — a little part of hell settles right into your heart.
And pretty soon sin becomes a natural thing, like
breathing, like walking, like feeling…

              For everything I long to do,
              no matter when or where or who,
              has one thing in common to…

                                              it’s a sin.

There’s no necessity to be innocent in front of Lord,
who has forsaken you and threw your soul to the
monsters and beasts. Perhaps, his innocence was
just a myth… but nevertheless his light was undying.
Somewhere underneath the cloaks of dead night
it was hidden like the most precious baby in it’s
little crescent cradle. The graceful earl and his fair
countess have perished, leaving their child alone.
And the child suffered, his fragile heart ached with
this faithful soulful love, being haunted by these
torturing memories and feelings even now… yet he
never willed to unite with beloved family on the other
side. He had this chance. And he chose the life.
Not just for the vengeance, but for himself. And it
was exactly the matter he did not wish to discuss
with anyone else.

❝ Yeah, but the bored-ness of a mortal is not eternal.
  Sooner or later his agony will end and a demon will
  be bored forever. People change, things change,
  but the truth stays the same. ❞

His body was tense and reluctantly he had to take a
step back. She was drawing near and he didn’t like
it at all. In a second he felt breath on his earlobe. His own
breath was silent and deep, and he glared into nowhere.
He quickly came upon the thought that even though
Sebastian was cunning and dodgy, he still wasn’t the
telltale. He couldn’t bring out those secrets what were
only between them both. And if other demons knew
nothing of that it only once again confirmed butler’s
devotion. How gratifying. Though, huh, how much was
interesting he, the Lord of Phantomhive, if nobody
left him in peace and constantly invaded his personal
space. Do all demons have this nasty habit?

He abruptly turned his head to the demoness’ side,
glaring now at her, however it didn’t last for long, for
she swiftly returned to her previous spot. He paid
heed to her words, but it didn’t mean he was really
fond of named conditions.

❝ The number of my foes has lost it’s sense a long ago.
         Tell me clearly what do you want of me. ❞