Demon's Heart Chapter I

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The wretched heart of a demon contains everything that was sinful and impure — a concoction of the seven deadly sins, spiced up with the desire to corrupt all the souls within its reach. They are truly wicked things. Its appearance, however, is so delicately attractive, so intricately woven, that it easily captivates its prey.

What else does a demon's heart contain? Surely the heart of a creature as complicated as a demon cannot contain just seven things. For demons were once fallen angels, and the heart of an angel is made of gold, of purity, of love, and of all the divine goodness that often causes its owner more pain than pleasure. For in a world such as this, a heart filled with good intention is bound to suffer.

The question is, what happens to all those qualities when an angel falls? Surely the darkness in a demon's heart could not rival the unlimited virtue of an angel's heart. And if the guileless qualities should be conserved, where would they lay in the demon's heart? Deep inside the black heart of the demon, piled in an unbearable tumor, causing its owner frustration and anger...

Sebastian is one such hopeless demon. How painful it is every day, to have to bear such pent up anger in silence. Or rather, even if he is able to show it, he does not know how. Emotions are such bothersome things. They're the one thing a demon should not possess. Sebastian does not usually let his emotions go astray, but when circumstances cause a stir in that painfully swollen tumor of hidden emotions in his black, malignant heart, he can only feel more despair. Despair that is turning into more anger and frustration.
Sebastian began to wonder if a demon is supposed to thrive under such conditions. If so, he simply cannot force himself to.

The more he is among humans, the more often such storms blow. If a reaper like the Undertaker can go insane, Sebastian couldn't help but wonder if it is possible for demons too.

"Sebastian," his master called while reading through a stack of paperwork. "Take this away, I have no appetite right now." His small hand pushed the plate of delicacies aside, having only taken one small bite. "And my tie is loose."

The butler took the plate and gently placed it on the trolley. "Young master?" The demon turned to his master, asking for permission to reach out to redo the loosened piece of silk.

Ciel momentarily put down the paper work, turning to face his butler in his chair. Even though his mind was mostly on his work, he couldn't help but took notice of his butler's lack of speech. Though concerned, the haughty little earl was not about to condescend himself in a manner that would render him looking quite softhearted in front of his devious butler.

"Sebastian, what's the matter?" he asked, stealing a glance at his butler's handsome face. The demanding tone of his question hung in the air between the two while the butler worked his gloved fingers over the silky material.

"There," the butler tightened the knot before replying, "Nothing that the young master should worry about." A smile, one that should assure the boy of everything.

"Liar," The boy accused.

Sebastian felt the injustice of the accusation; surely, concealing something does not count as being dishonest?

"Stop acting all high and mighty, and just spit it out already." The boy resumed reading his paperwork, hiding his face behind the documents.

Being a confused demon, Sebastian did not realise his young master's actual intent streamed from his care for the demon himself. He felt compelled to reply, but had not words for it, and for reasons unbeknowst to the demon, it made him feel quite frustrated at himself again. However, being the smart-mouthed butler that he was, he resolved to teasing his young master once more, "Why, is the young master worried about me? I have to say I am quite honored if that is the case."

"Why you-" The little earl choked out fragmented words. However, quickly recollecting his composure, he continued. "Even if I am worried, it is just because I fear you won't be able to fulfill your promise." He stole a nervous glace at his handsome butler, observing any change in that delicate mask of humanity,

"That," the butler stood up from his kneeling position to his full height, looking down on the human child, "You need not worry. I am one hell of a butler after all."

The boy scoffed, turning his back on his butler again.

Sebastian took the hint, collecting the tea sets and everything else. He slowly closed the door behind him as he pushed the trolley out of the room.

How ungrateful humans are, Sebastian began to think. He devoted all his time and strength to protect this little human child, and he still has to endure all of his impertinent behaviors. The demon couldn't help but wish that his master would treat him with a little more respect — but that'd make things so much harder for him in the end...

Playing with one's own meal is never a good idea. If he starts to let himself get too comfortable around Ciel, it will just make things even more painful — not that Sebastian was starting to develop any sort of feelings for the little earl. Ciel probably realised that also, which was why he never fully let the demon into his heart.

Sebastian sighed at the thought. What a failure! He couldn't even tempt a thirteen year old boy into giving up his heart to him. Sebastian mused over the idea of Ciel being a better demon than himself (if he was one), but the thought rather gave him shivers up and down his spine.

Dismissing the silly idea, he went back to his daily chores again.