His heart sank painfully in his chest, when the demon referred to him by his NAME. No formal titles his entity could shield itself before, but his very own BARE name. It felt like Sebastian was uncovering his soul by making his body extremely sensitive and responsive towards his seductive manipulations. It was getting more dangerous within every second, however Ciel was forced to concede his own helplessness: no bullet will cause this beast harm, no weaponry will take him, not even his master’s order will affect him. His knight eventually became his murderer just as it was foretold in the contract. There was no way Ciel could hide or escape.

He had to receive all the violence of his once tamed monster, tolerate every burning lick of his sizzling hot tongue, bequeath his flesh to his horrifying debauchery and let the evil spirit gradually shatter his pride. He did not want any of those to happen, yet the demon was ALREADY performing his evil symphony whilst scratching the strings of his soul with his sharp-sharp claws. Ciel gave a little whimper as the devil proceeded to fondle his neck like an infamous vampire lord would do, he kept his eyes shut, biting his bottom lip in order to make no more sound.

               Sebastian’s tricks were incinerating him alive, but he felt so freezing cold.

                                           He was scared of.. enjoying this.

                            Was there any sense in trying to reach the revolver?

                     ❝ Is this how you chose to punish me?
                        Your hate for me must be extreme… ❞