“I want a power stronger than anyone else’s.”
Ciel watched as the demon killed them. A black form moving through bursts of red.
“What is your name?”
“My name is Ciel. Ciel Phantomhive. The one who will inherit the house of Earl Phantomhive.”
The demon smiled.
“I see. That’ll be fine. Then I should take a form suitable of being in service to an earl.”
The demon stepped out from the shadows.
“Well then. Give me any order, my little lord.”
The dark figure that stood in front of him smiled and bowed.
Ciel dropped to his knees. His legs felt weak and did not seem to want to support him any longer.
The demon glanced down at this poor, wretched boy. How could something so small hold so much anger and despair? It hardly seemed possible.
It was only when the demon knelt down, supporting his thin frame with its body and holding his head gently, did Ciel allow a long, single sob to escape from his lips.
“It’s going to be fine,” the demon whispered, almost soothingly.
“I have answered your call.”
Oh, how I've missed these two.
Part 2: Answer [link]