Contendedly bearing a discernible and uncanny RESEMBLANCE to his demon, Ciel grew even more malevolent and cunning than he ever could whilst being merely a human. This insidious metamorphose lied beneath every spoken word and graceful gesture — he was diabolically sophisticated, ready to allure the naive and conquer the hostile, staying dressed in the mystery of twilight and the glory of dawn just as his name rightfully alluded to that. Probably the vainglorious spawn of hell was so bewitched by the bloom of his precious enchanted rose and therefore in the end he missed the moment of blackthorns spreading around. But even if he did notice what happened to his oh so desired floret, he presumably was too self-affected to prevent Ciel’s corruption.

                It was FAR TOO LATE to change a thing, Ciel relished his wicked side shamelessly and expected no redemption for himself.

Stinging words, ardent words, vehement kisses and even more — the boy was on the verge of triumph, for just as he guessed his beast was nothing more than a lascivious piece of shit. From now on notwithstanding his efforts to intimidate his prey, Ciel will always see a pathetic smugly scum that is desperately hungry for him.

          ❝ And who are you, may I ask?

                              A knight in shining armor?

                                Don’t make me laugh.

You know nothing of valor, so why should I honor your deeds? You indulge your ego every time, just like you do now.  You provide service for payment, Sebastian, it’s nothing more. And as much as I appreciate a good job, I never confuse it with anything else. Unlike you. ❞

Phantomhive taunts his devil mercilessly, enjoying his miserable attempts to put him to shame. As any other demon, this one loved to shed the light upon the most advantageous points to him, however Ciel also knew how to play this game and he quickly found out that Sebastian treasured his role more than anything else, because it was exactly his role that added meaning to his emptiness.

 ❝ Any weapon is pointless unless you know how to use it.
    If I would be that helpless I would be already dead. Keep it in mind. ❞

Their entities crashed upon each other like stormy ocean waves crashed on sharp rocks, their mouths lacerated each other wishing for more blood on their lips, it was painful, piercing, dirty, wet, but… not as deadly as any of them wanted. The beast growled heavily at him, trapping him and asserting his dominance with every new movement, although Ciel had a different opinion about the situation and the same way Sebastian was oppressing him, the boy enjoyed having his knee pressed onto male’s crotch. Instead of breaking away, he would let their fingers tenderly entwine only to prove that he knows of his inevitable demise anyway, if only Sebastian wasn’t so stubborn.

  ❝ You may think you know what is on my mind or on my heart. And I like it when you delude yourself. You think I want you? I only need you to go on, like a walking stick. Any other demon could be on your place. Nothing would change. Any other demon would love to fuck me up.

                 You’re no special.  ❞