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Cecidit Angelus	By : Kimmimaru Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 2013 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"So wise so young, they say do never live long." - King Richard III (III, i, 79) - William Shakespeare

“And?”

I looked up suddenly and blinked as if I had just woken from a deep sleep. “I apologise, my lord...” I said softly. I felt a small frown on my face and I turned to stare down at my white gloved hands. I could feel it. The contract sat around my neck like a weighty collar and I had a sudden, almost unbearable urge to do the unforgiveable; I wanted to break it. I lifted my hand to my throat as if I could actually feel a physical collar there, but there was nothing. I closed my eyes and lowered my head so My Master was unable to see the fury in my eyes. I was hungry. Starving. It was maddening. I wanted something to end this awful hunger but I had made more than one promise...

“Sebastian?”

I looked up through a curtain of dark hair and saw my master watching me curiously. I couldn’t help but lick my lips slightly when he looked at me, he was just far too tempting. His sweet innocence poured from him and yet it covered the truth, he was far from innocent. I had witnessed what had transpired. I knew the truth he hid from others so well. He was as evil as I was. By all the supernatural powers in the world...I wanted him. I wanted him so badly it was driving me mad. Of course, I had to remain utterly loyal to him. The contract seal on the back of my hand ached and itched, I longed to remove it. I wanted it gone!

“Sebastian!”

My whole body jerked suddenly as the sharp command snapped me from my deep thoughts. I blinked at the seat where my Master had been sat then slowly realised my cheek ached, I lifted my hand to it and touched the burning skin as my eyes found my masters. Oh, he would pay. He would regret ever striking me! I shook my head slowly and put on a sweet smile. “I apologise.” I said softly.

“You were drifting off...” My master muttered, I saw him fidget briefly with his coat sleeve and smirked softly. He had obviously seen something in my eyes as I had been staring at him. “I wish to hear the rest of the story.”

I sighed, an unnecessary habit I had picked up from being around Mortals for far too long. “It is late, Master, you must be tired...”

He shook his head in a determined way and sat down behind his large desk. He could be annoyingly stubborn when he wished. I nodded my head at the unspoken command and continued rifling through long dead memories and feelings...

Et ne nos inducas in tentationem, sed libera nos a malo: Quia tuum est regnum etpotestas et gloria in saecula. Amen. – Lord’s prayer

I spent a while wandering the world, enjoying all there was to enjoy. Considering that human’s were weak and pathetic creatures I was surprised by the amazing things they came up with, like Shakespeare, the playwright was truly a genius of words. I made sure to see all his plays and read all his poetry, his talent was obviously God Given. I especially enjoyed the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, the way the lovers who were so devoted to each other took their own lives as they could not live without each other was truly fascinating. The whole concept of love had me in thrall, I had only ever known one kind of love and that was from the Father. I was also fascinated by human architecture, it was developing at an alarming rate. So I explored the strange world of humanity and found my curiosity to be insatiable, when I encountered new technology I was unable to keep from asking questions about its use, they way it worked and other meaningless things. I soon learnt to quickly blend in with them and they accepted me as one of their own.

When I returned to Hell I was filled with stories about the human’s and their strange ways, many who had never been to Earth doubted me but I ignored them. Lucifer was one of the few who sat and listened to my babbling stories about how Shakespeare’s amazing Play’s had captured many hearts and minds being both intellectual and emotional at the same time. And his wonderful comedies made me laugh, so I got books to read to Lucifer and I was soon sat at his side most years with a book in hand as I read him poetry and comedies as well Tragedy. My adoration of Him increased rapidly and we drew ever closer, much to the others chagrin.

I was sent out on errands to find new stories and poetry to read him. While on one of those excursions I saw a small shop, the window bathed in golden candle light. I found it odd that there was nothing in the window but when I looked up at the shop sign and saw a symbol I knew what was behind those doors. I froze, staring at the shop as the door opened on its own and I heard the most beautiful singing...

Dark is the night, and cold the wind is blowing,

Nearer and nearer comes the breakers’ roar;

Where shall I go, or whither fly for refuge?

Hide me, my Father, till the storm is o’er.

Refrain

With His loving hand to guide, let the clouds above me roll,

And the billows in their fury dash around me.

I can brave the wildest storm, with His glory in my soul,

I can sing amidst the tempest—Praise the Lord!

Dark is the night, but cheering is the promise,

He will go with me o’er the troubled wave;

Safe He will lead me through the pathless waters,

Jesus, the mighty One, and strong to save.

Refrain

Dark is the night, but lo! the day is breaking,

Onward my bark, unfurl thy every sail,

Now at the helm I see my Father standing,

Soon will my anchor drop within the veil.

Refrain**

I felt a pressure building in my chest and yet when I tried to move my feet I was unable to. A soft golden light flowed forth from the yawning doorway and I was compelled to move, the singing in the shop became stronger, full of passion. I wanted to cover my ears but was unable to. I wanted to turn and run, but I couldn’t. I closed my eyes tightly as the light became blinding, then there was a moment of blissful silence before I heard a voice. I knew who spoke...

Ezriel

He spoke my name in Latin, but the voice I knew only too well. I breathed in the familiar scents of Eden and I opened my eyes to find myself gazing up into a pair of golden ones. A face, rivalling, in beauty, that of Lucifer, and surrounded by soft brown curls. It looked the face of a child, but I knew better. The crown of bright white light told me different. The gorgeous golden eyes told me different. Finally I brought up the courage to speak. “Gabriel.” I whispered.

He smiled, such a sweet and tender expression and he reached out his hand and let his fingers brush my face. “I have found you, little one.”

I averted my gaze for a second to strengthen myself before looking back at him. “I am no longer the same man, Gabriel.”

His face became sad, his large innocent eyes looked deep into mine and the sadness became grief. Crystalline tears sprung to his eyes and fell gracefully down his face. “So...it is true? The rumours in heaven are true...you were not destroyed by Lucifer but joined him?”

“Gabriel, don’t do that.” I said harshly. “It is a weak and pointless emotion, unbefitting of someone of rank.”

“Ezriel...I just wish to understand why? What made you believe Lucifer’s lies?”

“They were not lies!” I said softly. “They were truth! Have you not looked upon these insignificant creatures with your own eyes? Have you not seen the atrocities they commit in the name of the Lord?! Why did he create such beings and make them look like us?! Tell me why He, in all his divine omnipotence, created creatures who doubt his existence? Why does he allow them to continue to take his name in vain? Why does he treat them as though they are better than us? His very own angels who serve him with undying loyalty?! Gabriel...please, explain this to me!” My voice rose in my desperation and I grabbed the sleeve of his robe.

“He has a plan for everything.” Gabriel replied with that sweet, loving smile he had bestowed upon me from the day we had been given life. “Why would He deign to indulge such trifling questions? We should just believe in him and his plan.”

“I can no longer have such blind faith now that my eyes have been opened.” I replied and released him. “If only I could just have answers! Maybe then...”

“Then what? Ezriel, we have each been given a path and we must follow it without question. Because to question is to doubt and doubt in his Majesty is a sin itself. I am...shamed by those questions. You used to be so devoted...what happened?”

“My eyes were opened.” I replied again and looked into those golden orbs. They flickered and that grief appeared again, heartrending on such an innocent face.

“I pity you...fallen one.” He whispered. “I have other matters to attend to, so I shall bid thee farewell for now. A parting word before I leave, a message from God.”

I froze and saw light surround Gabriel, his wings burst from his back scattering pure white feathers across the floor. They brushed my face like a whisper before floating gently away.

The same shall drink of the wine of the wrath of God, which is poured out without mixture into the cup of his indignation; and he shall be tormented with fire and brimstone in the presence of the holy angels, and in the presence of the Lamb: And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up forever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receiveth the mark of his name. - Bible

The words were in my head. I was in agony. I fell to my knees and screamed as the voice of God entered my very core and drove me to the brink of insanity. Even though Gabriel uttered the words, the voice was not his. I was burning. Writhing in abject agony on the floor of the small shop. My screams too loud to be anything Mortal, I was pierced with daggers of ice, my body thrown into boiling lava and consumed by beasts. My heart ripped, still beating, from my chest. My body torn to shreds under the power of His voice.

Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it stopped.

The world returned to normal and I lay on my side shivering and muttering to myself with tears of blood pouring down my face. I felt a gentle touch on my cheek and looked up to see the Light of God. My eyes widened and I felt all His love fill me with joy. I let out a small laugh and reached...

The light faded. The hand turned to smoke and I was left, on my knees in a filthy alley way holding my hand to the deep night sky. I had been rejected once again. I felt a sudden, unknown emotion fill me. I was unable to identify it at first but then I thought back on all that I had seen. A man beating another to death, a look in his eyes that screamed murder.

Wrath.

I was furious.

I had been abandoned by the one who was supposed to forgive.

I had been left upon the tainted Earth to rot.

I let my hand fall to my side and felt uncontrollable laughter bubble up from the depths of my soul. I let it out and laughed until I was doubled over, my hands gripped my stomach tightly and tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I realised now that I had only one course of action; help Lucifer to overthrow Heaven. Help him so that I may have my revenge.

**Dark is the night, Traditional Hymn.
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