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Cecidit Angelus	By : Kimmimaru Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 2012 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Why hello! A new Fan fic I decided to try out after watching the Black Butler anime! It’s a little thing that covers Sebastian’s past! Although I have a lot of Biblical stuff in this I am not Christian, I have however, read the Bible and religion fascinates me! So, here is my first Kurotshitsuji Fic. Please Enjoy and Review!

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Cecidit Angelus

Absence from those we love is self from self - a deadly banishment.

William Shakespeare

“Sebastian?”

“Yes, young master?”

“I have been curious for a little while now...what are you?”

It began with a simple question, put to me by my master. A question that, in all honesty, I was reluctant to answer.

“Why, I am the butler to the most distinguished Phantomhive household...”

“No. I mean, where do you come from? What did you do before you answered my call?”

Of course, I smile. What could I do? He is my master, his orders are absolute...

“Is that an order?” I ask with a small smile.

“Yes, if that is what it will take to get you to answer.”

I watch the master take a sip of his tea, his full lips pursed and his visible eye closed. Ah yes, beauty. A thing of which all Demons covet, it is something many lack, therefore it makes it as desirable as gold or diamonds.

“Well?” The master snaps and I realise I was drifting, a most uncommon practice for one such as myself.

“I apologise, I will tell you...” I say quietly as I pour the boy some more tea, the finest quality Earl Grey.

“Hmm...This smells wonderful, Sebastian.”

“Thank you, my Lord. It is a special blend of the finest Earl grey with just a hint of lavender...”

“Good...well, take a seat and answer my question.”

Well, so much for attempting to distract the small Lord. I did as instructed and seated myself before my Lord and Master. “I am unable to give you the whole tale, as that would take two Eternities. So, I shall tell you about the fall of the Morning Star...”

“Lucifer?!” The young Master looked up, his bright blue eye wide.

“Indeed, many Demons were once angels...” My eyes drifted to the window as I immersed myself in painful memories.

“Y-You were an angel?” My master said softly.

I nodded, my eyes turning to his. Ah, that wonderful blue! It reminded me of an ice covered lake as it reflected the cold winter sun. “Of course. I was of the rank...of an Archangel. I was gifted by the Lord with a flaming sword, to use against those who wronged and incurred the Lords wrath...” I sank into those memories, allowing myself to accept the remembered agony and I saw the images flash before my eyes...

Desire of having is the sin of covetousness.

William Shakespeare

I was happy for most of my existence in Heaven, all I needed was to be bathed in His Great Glory and I was content. My existence consisted of following the Lords wishes and living in eternal joy knowing that he loved me...

I was in the garden of Eden when it began, I was sat watching the Mortals fascinated by their strange ways and their odd little lives. He came to me. Lucifer, the Morning Star. He spoke softly to me, carefully designed words, words of treachery and deceit. At first, I was horrified at what he proposed! Who would ever dream of going against God? Why? He had created us, given us life and loved us as his own.

Lucifer had smiled and taken me to a small lake, in its clear waters he showed me the earth. What I saw all at once fascinated and repulsed me...I was assaulted with images of sin. Acts committed by Humans against their own kind, debauchery, lust, rape, murder, sacrifice, Gluttony, greed and Envy...Of all the images he showed me one in particular convinced me that he was correct, these creatures did not deserve His love. They took the Divinity he had given them and threw it back, spitting upon His divine grace. I recoiled in fear and looked to my companion.

“Why do you show me this?” I asked.

“I need support, I must show Him that he was wrong to create such vile creatures and love them above us, his first. Do you not agree?”

I returned my gaze to the waters and saw ripples stretching out across the lake. “Yes...Lucifer...I do agree that they are worthless, vile creatures who have no right to His eternal love! But...”

He smiled at me. His smile was a glorious thing, his whole face lit up like the sun and I felt comforted. He reached for me and touched my face gently. “You will help me then?”

His pale fingers rested on my face, he was tall, taller than me and I had to look up into his eyes which were filled with an everlasting light. “Yes...” I muttered.

With one simple word I damned myself. I gave myself to Lucifer without truly knowing or understanding the consequences of my decision. His eyes captured my heart and drew me into the fiery depths of his own domain, they were always a bright effervescent blue, like an icy lake bathed in mid-winter sunlight...

And so, the offending Angels were cast from Heaven. My wings were useless as God turned his wrath on us, Lucifer fell then the rest of us followed. I was filled with more agony than I had ever known, a great burning loss as if I had had my heart torn from my living chest! I span through darkness screaming as I was surrounded with freezing emptiness, I caught a last glimpse of His divine light before it faded and disappeared forever.

"How you are fallen from heaven, O Day Star, son of Dawn! How you are cut down to the ground, you who laid the nations low! You said in your heart, ‘I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit on the mount of assembly on the heights of Zaphon; I will ascend to the tops of the clouds, I will make myself like the Most High’" (Isaiah 14:12-14, NIV).

Lucifer then created what is called Hell, a place where the souls of the damned would be subjected to eternal torment. I was given a new life, a new beginning...I became a Demon.

Our purpose became to corrupt the souls and drag them into the underworld so that Lucifer could steal as many as he could from The Almighty.

I was lost. I was filled with a burning darkness that only the souls of the damned could fill, albeit temporarily. I devoured them hungrily, like a starving man given a little bread. But they were never enough, nothing could fill this emptiness. I was devoured by darkness.

In the year 1665 I returned to London after a long time wandering lost and troubled through the world. I was met by Lucifer himself.

“You do not look well.” He said in a voice filled with mirth.

I could say nothing, my darkness still filling me with despair. We were sat beside the Thames in London, I could see the murky waters drifting past filled with filth. “What would thou have me say, my Lord? I am little more than a melancholy beast filled with emptiness...I...Have no more will to live.”

“Then, I must restore that will, else all shall be lost.” He smiled at me, that radiant smile filled with promises and I couldn’t help but return it. He lifted my face with a finger under my chin, his smiling eyes gleaming in the darkness and I was lost once again. “Come, I shall allow thee to witness a great feat...” He whispered softly, his voice low and enticing. I followed as he made his way toward an old looking house, the walls had mostly fallen in and the thatch was rotting. A foul stench drifted toward us brining a scent I was all too familiar with. Death stalked this house. “Here...” Lucifer whispered and drew back the meagre curtain that acted as a door. I stepped through and saw a group of emaciated children, all broken and defeated. The grief was almost palatable and I saw they wept over a tiny corpse, a girl child. Her long golden hair matted and filthy and her eyes wide and staring. I saw strange boils afflicting her skin and her glands were swollen.

“What is this strange malady?” I asked Lucifer turning to him.

He smiled. “A gift delivered upon the backs of vermin! A veritable feast of souls ripe with bitter regret and sorrow! It is my gift, to you...” he stepped close and touched my hair lifting it gently and allowing each strand to fall through his fingers. “I have admired your beauty for uncountable centuries...your hair, like silken strands of a spider web yet as black as the night sky...Your eyes the colour of fresh blood spilled from a sundered throat...”

“M-my Lord!” I muttered in shock and stepped back, but he caught me by the top of my arm. “This is...”

“Do not run!” he said suddenly and pulled me close. “Do you not like my gift?”

“It is not that...I...I am shocked...” I mumbled averting my eyes. “I appreciate that you thought of me...”

He smiled softly and drew me close, his fingers entwining in my hair and pulling me close. Softly, like the whisper of dawn as it crept over the horizon and stained the sky the colour of blood he whispered my name. The name I was given by God. “Azriel...”

I flinched when he used that name. That was sacred...I had abandoned it when I had turned my back on the Divine. “Lucifer...I...”

“Do not turn away, your beauty is unmarred by the trials forced upon us by The Creator...Please, Azriel...look at me...”

I couldn’t prevent my face from turning up to his, his voice was compelling. He leaned close and his lips brushed mine, I was unable to pull away as his fingers gripped my arm too tightly. “Lucifer...This is a sin!” I whispered.

He chuckled softly and brushed hair from my cheek, his cool fingers easing the burning in my immortal flesh. “Sin, you say? We have already committed the greatest sin by turning our backs on God! What is this compared to such a thing?”

There was no argument to that. His lips met mine and I felt a strange, unfamiliar feeling stir within me. My body flushed, I was filled with something I could only describe as desire...
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