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Cecidit Angelus	By : Kimmimaru Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 2013 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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And the beast was taken, and with him the false prophet that wrought miracles before him, with which he deceived them that had received the mark of the beast, and them that worshipped his image. These both were cast alive into a lake of fire burning with brimstone.

--Revelation 19:20

Back in the small dark bedroom in my Lord Phantomhive’s house...I lay still panting like a beast as the hunger tore at me. I am empty still. I would always be empty. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, a part of me wishing that I could return to the days when questions had not plagued me, when I had been able to trust utterly in Him. I wished desperately to return to those beautiful green fields and sit in the grass surrounded by flowers and insects of varying colours. I wished to don the bells again and feel the soft music fill me with an everlasting joy.

“Ah, Azriel...why do you weep?”

I opened my eyes and slowly lifted a finger to my face. When I drew it away I saw the tears, like red tinged crystal. I sighed and looked at the window, which was open. A figure sat in the sill and watched me, I could see their eyes glowing faintly.

Slowly I sat up, my wings ached because I had been led on them for so long. I stood and stretched them out, each tip brushed the opposite wall of my small room. “What do you want?” I hissed at the intruder. I didn’t like the fact that he was there...of all places and that he had witnessed my weakness.

“Is that any way to greet your friend?”

“You are no longer a friend of mine!” I snapped. “This is my territory! I wish that you would leave!”

“I cannot.” The figure was suddenly illuminated by moonlight, a small smile played on his lips as he leaned on the window frame. His long, shoulder length hair was dark and his eyes the colour of opals. His long, feminine fingers cupped one of his cheeks as he watched me with his head cocked to one side, his legs were crossed and he wore a simple plain white robe that fell across the window sill. His arms were covered in golden bangles and his ears decorated with golden chains, his skin was the colour of bronze and his almond shaped eyes filled with innocent curiosity. An Angel, but one with special privileges in the Heavenly order. He controlled a legion of demons of his own and it was his task to tempt humanity and eradicate evil in any form. “I have heard that you have made a pact with a child...a boy who has seen things no child should see...”

“What is it to you, Mastema?”

He pouted slightly. “I was curious as to what would make a demon of your standing bow his head to a human...You despise them. Also, I can see that you starve yourself...”

I sighed heavily. “What I do does not concern you.” I said stiffly.

“Ah, such a shame. I was going to enquire if you had changed your mind about serving me, I thought that maybe if you had made a deal with a human it would mean that you had changed...” He leaned back on his hands and his hair fell back from his face revealing a small circlet of gold spanning his forehead, his bangles clinked softly in the silence. “I have been watching you, Azriel. I have seen you hunt and it is...spectacular. Join me!” He met my eyes and smiled softly before lifting his gold clad hand and reaching out to me. “I can put your strength to good use and will help you work your way back into His grace...come with me.”

I looked at his hand and my mind returned to that cold night when I had been rejected. I hissed air through my teeth and stepped back. “No.” I whispered and returned my gaze to his.

“Hmm...?” He cocked his head in confusion. “I do not understand...”

“I have made my decision. Please leave, you have not been invited.” I turned my back on him in the hope that he would leave. Instead I heard the soft sound of bare feet on carpet as he moved from the window and stood behind me. “I said...leave.” I said as I turned and looked at him.

“I was only trying to help you...why would reject this offer? I know how much you are hurting without Him...I cannot even imagine living on without His light...How do you bare it?” He grabbed my hands in his and I felt that warmth, the warmth that reminded me of Heaven. “I can give you things the boy cannot. I know what it is you desire...take it. Take it and I will protect you...if you join me there is hope that you will regain your place in Heaven...he will forgive you if you repent Azriel! Please...I have missed you!”

My eyes widened. “I cannot break a pact!” I said in shock. “That would go against everything I stand for! No! I will take the child’s soul when it is time, until then I am his servant to command as he will...Mastema...I am unable to join you.”

I watched his face fall, the moonlight making his skin darker and his robes shine. It glinted off all the gold he wore and he shook his head before leaning close and pressing his forehead to mine. “Why do you put yourself through this?” He sighed.

“Because of him.” I replied and closed my eyes.

“Lucifer...” I heard the bitterness in his voice and let my eyes open half way. “I am sad to hear you say that...I had hoped...but no, what will be, will be and nothing will change the fate that He has tied us to. I must go now, but remember I will always be here for you. I can come and go from each dimension, so we can speak of this at a later time. Please, do not despair so much...” He pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth and released me. I watched him leap back up into the window.

“Mastema...brother...I...” I stood behind him and lowered my head. “I am sorry, for all the trouble I caused you. But I have chosen my path and my master, please, look after yourself.”

He turned back with a smile and chuckled softly. “You will never change, will you Azriel...Still the young creature Uriel took a liking to...Farewell, little one.”

With the soft rustle of feathers he was gone and I was left alone standing in my room, my eyes glowing softly in the moonlight and my wings spreading wide. I could see my reflection in the window and I smiled.

7 The days of punishment are coming, the days of reckoning are at hand. Let Israel know this. Because your sins are so many and your hostility so great, the prophet is considered a fool, the inspired man a maniac. 8 The prophet, along with my God, is the watchman over Ephraim, yet snares await him on all his paths, and hostility in the house of his God.

I stood in the music room holding the slender violin in my hands and I lifted it under my chin. I took a slow breath and brought the baton to the strings, I began to play. Symphony number 40, Molto Allegro, by Mozart. I closed my eyes and let the music sooth me, my heart had been in turmoil since my conversation with Mastema and I needed something to ease the pain in my heart. The tempo picked up speed and my fingers moved with inhuman dexterity, the baton sawing over the strings quickly and I leaned into the instrument. I knew I was being watched, by both the servants and the young Master. I felt a tiny smile on my lips as I felt the music ease my tension. Ah, this was one of the reasons I enjoyed my time on Earth. Music was indeed wonderful.

I could almost see a great crowd of people, all sitting in tiered seats in London’s Wigmore Hall. I closed my eyes and sank into my fantasy as I sped through the song. I could see rows of faces all alight with joy as I shared my love of music with them, ah, what a silly human thing to dream! But so wonderful! The music made me think on happier times, when I had been surrounded by joy. My heart was filled with remembered love and I could hear the muttered praise of the human crowd which made me chuckle in delight, I was indeed a wonderful musician however, I had my demonic abilities to thank for that. I saw, in my mind’s eye, the lady’s all dressed in fine clothes. The men wearing tailored suites and tall hats, all of the highest nobility come to watch me play! Finally I reached the crescendo and ended the song. I sighed and let my hands drop to my sides and my eyes turn to the young masters. I smiled and bowed. “I apologise my Lord, I was merely amusing myself.”

“No, no...that is fine Sebastian. I was just curious as to who was playing...” He looked slightly abashed at being caught spying on me, but what did he expect? I was bound to him and even without my heightened senses I could feel him through the symbol on my hand. I could see the servants all standing behind their master with red faces, my smile widened.

“Do you not have somewhere else to be?” I asked them with a raised eyebrow. They went an even deeper shade of red before scuttling away leaving Tanaka who sat with a cup of tea in his hand in the corner of the room. “Young master...is there anything I can do for you?”

“Ah...I would like some tea and maybe some Mille-feuille.” His single blue eye blinked slowly at me as he stood in the doorway, he was dressed in a frock coat lined with blue satin and lacy cuffs. His head was bare and his trousers were dark grey. His hair fell into his eyes and I suddenly felt rooted to the spot. It took a lot of effort to tear my eyes away from the strange Angel-child. I was completely captivated by him and I was struggling to control my demonic urges, I wanted to hurt him but at the same time I wanted to make his cheeks glow with that divine rose colour. I smiled and bowed.

“As you wish, my lord. Will you be taking tea in the garden, as it is such a wonderful day?”

He paused thoughtfully for a moment before nodding. “I think I shall. Have Mey-rin prepare the lawn furniture.”

I bowed again as the boy walked away and I left to prepare his afternoon tea and give the maid her orders. Once everything was done I placed it all carefully upon a silver tray and walked out into the garden where a set of ivory white chairs and a small matching table had been placed. The boy was sat in one of the chairs with his hand resting on the surface of the table and his eyes on the sky, which was blue and cloudless. The weather had been unusually good and the summer heat had everyone outside enjoying the brief heat wave. I walked over to my master’s side and placed the tray on his table before pouring the tea and adding milk and a single sugar cube before placing it beside the small delicate plate that had the sweet on before stepping back and standing at his shoulder with my hands clasped at my back.

After a moment of silence the Young Master spoke. “Sebastian?”

“Yes, my Lord?”

“Has there been any new developments I should be aware of?”

I considered a moment. “Yes, I do believe that Lord Melbourne, the queen’s political advisor has requested a meeting. He has yet to agree upon a date however. I have also had several requests from Lady Elizabeth, she asks that you attend her garden party on the eighteenth.”

I watched him place his cup in the saucer before picking up his silver fork and inspecting it. “I have no wish to waste valuable time in the company of her friends...they are...irritating.”

“Of course my Lord, but it is her mother you should be most careful around...as she is adamant that you attend. There will also be many important political figures there and they will expect Lord Phantomhive to be at such a social gathering, you cannot stay a recluse forever or you will risk endangering your business.”

I saw him grimace in that petulant way of his and hid my smile. “I understand...but, is there any point in planning that far ahead Sebastian? I mean...forever is such a long time and I believe someone in my situation is rather lacking in time.”

At that I did smile. “Oh, do not be so sure...We have plenty of time, my Lord...for you, I could wait an eternity.”

He smiled coldly and looked sideways at me. “Of course.” He said softly. “Are you sure you haven’t grown...impatient?”

“I am a rock, my Lord.” My smile widened, and I was certain he could see the demonic glow of my eyes, as well as the beginnings of the dagger like canines beneath my lip.

“Hmm? I wonder...” he closed his eye and leaned causally on one of his hands while he speared a piece of his cake on his fork. He smiled slightly and shoved the sweet into his mouth. The sunlight was obscured by a cloud, the only one in the sky and it grew slightly dark. Phantomhive chuckled darkly and picked up his tea. “Then...I shall indeed attend Elizabeth’s party. Maybe I shall enjoy myself.”

“I shall send her a reply at once, my Lord.”

“Sebastian?” The Lord called me back as I had started off down the garden and I turned just as the sun rose above the house and set everything aflame with bright orange and gold. Shadows stretched like warped imitations of the tortured souls in Hell, I saw the boy’s eye glowing softly and automatically grabbed my hand that had the seal on it. His smile widened. “I do hope you do not plan on reneging on our deal...are you?”

I was taken aback by his question, had he known of my unwanted visitor? “I would not...”

He cut me off with a sharp gesture. “It matters not, Sebastian. I own you, I know that. You desire my soul so much that it causes you pain...no demon would be stupid enough to turn against the contract. I just wanted to make certain...you may go.”

“As you wish, my Lord.” I said with a bow and a small smile. Yes, this child was strangely brilliant and I was very, very taken with him. It was going to be oh so entertaining watching him walk down the dark path he had set for himself, I would, of course, walk by his side until his tiny body gave in and then I would claim what was rightfully mine! I was smiling softly to myself as I walked into the massive mansion and I even hummed a few bars of Mozart as I set to my task as a Phantomhive servant.

After all...

I am one HELL of a butler.

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END NOTE: I hope you enjoyed this short little fic, I certainly enjoyed writing it. Please feel free to leave any feedback as it is important to help in my journey as an author. I would just like to apologise for the mistakes in this fic, it was written a while ago and I have improved since then. I am Dyslexic and although I make it my highest priority to ensure all my fics are proof read I find it difficult to tell what is right and what is wrong. Please forgive me. Thank you again.
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