Can the Damned be Loved?

Chapter 10: Farewell To the Past

For days, Ciel Phantomhive mourned in his room. He had fallen into such a depressed state, his company was beginning to fail. The slate haired earl did not eat, drink, nor sleep. What for? What was the point now? His heart ached as if it was being torn in two. His chest felt bruised and it pained him to touch it. All he though about was you. Your smile, your grace. The way the sunlight shone on your hair. He missed you. And he sobbed and sobbed, until the tears came no more. Still he cried. He was broken. Alois had won. As Sebastian readied his master for bed, he placed Ciel on the mattress like a doll. Pulling the blanket up to Ciel's chin, the demonic butler bowed and left.

Blowing out the candles, he shut the door and walked down the darkened hallway. His master's heart moaned and cried out to him. The demon smiled, his eyes returning to the feline state as he sensed a yearning undertone. Ciel's heart beckoned for another, calling, pleading.

Ciel stared blankly up at the canopy bed, his eye leaking salty tears. The room had gone black around him, yet he cared not. He only focused on the pain in his soul. Deep within the murky blackness, his heart pitifully called out for what was lost to him. It was then that Ciel felt truly damned. Everything he had loved in his life was taken, murdered, or destroyed. And his broken heart released a cry loudly into the night.

"Hmmm? What is this? Your heart beckons me. In what manner dose thou come?" came a chilling voice.

Ciel did not reply. His soul was promised to Sebastian, as declared in their contract. Another demon might sense it, but may not have it.
"What delicious pain I taste, how exquisite!"
The voice came closer. Ciel felt the evil presence next to his bed, but did not acknowledge it. A pale hand emerged, and rested on the side of his face.

"Your soul is for another. How utterly disappointing," the voice whispered seductively.
The black nails grazed the soft flesh of Ciel's cheek. This demon was a persistent one. It knew that his soul belonged to another fellow demon, yet it still remained. Sebastian would grow angered and rid Ciel of the fiend he was sure. However, the demonic butler did not come.

"He will not come Ciel, this is between you and me."

Quickly snapping out of his endless depression, the slate haired boy shot up and twisted to see the malevolent intruder. Suddenly, out of the darkness, a face came forth. The blackness melting away, revealing fine lips, smooth skin, and beautiful red eyes. The demon's hair shone familiarly in the gleam of the moonlight. Feeling his heart pound, Ciel bit back a scream.

"Your heart called to me, Ciel. Sebastian may lay claim to your soul, but let me have your heart."
The young earl considered what the demon propositioned, and soundly nodded. His blue eye watered at the sight of the creature. How familiar, yet how foreign. Even then, his heart still called out, and this is what answered.

"Take my heart…and make it yours," Ciel whispered reaching out to gently cup the demon's delicate cheek, "For it has always belonged to you."
Smiling almost angelically, the demon leaned closer, it's weight shifting the soft mattress. It's shapely body emerged from the darkness, and sat before the young earl.

The black satin dress emphasized the demon's pale skin, making it hauntingly beautiful. Bringing it's slender arms about his neck, the demon pressed into Ciel's chest. The earl inhaled the demon's perfume and felt new tears burn his eyes. His hands moved to cup the small of the demon's back, holding it close to him…just as he had done before.
Staring into his blue eye, the demon tenderly whispered against his lips, words he though he would never hear again.

"I love you, Ciel."
"I love you."
As their lips touched in a long awaited kiss, Ciel felt the pain that had been burdening his heart lift, and knew at once that the contract was sealed.