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This story, can be a bit graphic for those who don't like things like blood or gore. It's somewhat of an AU since it's not set in London, but It does follow after the Anime. Probably doesn't need the rating I gave it but better safe than sorry. Updates will be slow and not on any type of schedule. Sorry but I work a lot and that takes most of my time and I don't always have time to write or edit.
Comments welcome, but no flames. I want to improve my writing not listen to someone rant because they don't like a pairing.
Now without further adue....

Bloody Hell

Chapter 1

Hell.

A world connected to but not a part of the world of the humans. Contrary to the belief of the humans, it did not burn with the heat of a thousand suns, and wasn't filled with the pained wails of tortured souls. While it was warmer than earth it was not unbearably so, it was a comfortable warmth for the demons whose ability to feel was not as sharp as the delicate humans they serve upon occasion. Normally a type of calm rested over the little cities of Hell, the markets would be busy and filled with the calls of the vendors to entice others to look at their wares. Young fledglings would run about and cause mischief, getting into all sorts of trouble. The demons would race about their day, trading and enjoying the comforts of their natural home.

But today, a deathly calm was cloaking the city closest to the palace of Lucifer himself. The square just off the market, was jam-packed with the bodies of hundreds of demons whom had all flocked to see the commotion. For you see, the only wails heard was of that of a single demon, ringing out across the realm, carrying far and wide, drawing the demons like moths to a flame.

Struggling in vain, to break the hold of much more powerful demons than he. Trying to reach the one being punished, fighting with all he has, crying out for help. The only sound in reply was the loud crack of a whip across the bare and tender flesh of the captive.

This is where our story starts.

“Sebastian!”
“Let go of me!”
“Sebastian!”
Ciel struggles, kicking and screaming trying to reach his butler in the center of the square. His fingers tearing at the flesh of those holding him with his dull, chipped fingernails once trimmed so neat by his now captured butler, trying vainly to escape their grip. A loud sharp crack of the spiked whip echoes through the air followed the sound of ripping flesh and a pained groan, creating an odd melody with the screams of the young Lord. A small series of cracks ring through the air, as the whip-master rains vicious blows down upon his bound victim's exposed back.
Chains wrapped around his limbs, cutting into the tender flesh of his human form and forcing him to hang from his wrists while the chains around his ankles kept him still. His weight pulling his arms taunt, threatening the dislocation of his shoulders and causing immense pain when he struggled anyway. Blood trailing down his arms and bare torso before pooling at the waistband of his slacks, and forming a puddle underneath his strained body.
The whip-master lowers his arm and walks around to the face of Sebastian, tilting his head upwards and forcing him to meet his gaze. “How does it feel Prince-ling? To be whipped and beaten before everyone, even your little master.” His face contorted into a sneer at the title of the little demon. “That poor pathetic whelp, can't even break free of two fledglings who haven't even grown to full strength yet.” He forcefully jerks Sebastian's head around to look at Ciel, Causing a sharp pop to echo about the square from the violent jerk on his jaw.
He was forced to watch his Master, whose desperate struggling was fading fast as well as his strength to fight. “Despite this, you still follow his commands. It astounds me as to why you listen to one weaker than yourself, my Prince. He isn't your mate, for he bears no mark of mating, but since you're a Prince I'll give you one chance to redeem yourself, all you have to do is kill the whelp-ling and I'll let you go.” He moves away and rears back his arm, “Though if you still refuse to kill the little thing, I'll just have to continue your punishment. So what do you say, 'Sebastian'?”
A chuckle shakes the beaten and bloodied form of the proud butler. “I'm afraid I still can not kill him, Durirgbar. It goes against the contract I have with him.” He rolls his eyes before glaring up at the whip-master “No matter how much you punish me, it will not compare to the pain from breaking a contract.” He glances over to Ciel, who was slumped in the hold of the demons keeping him captive, finally out of energy to continue his struggles “Nothing you can do will cohearse me to break the contract.”
“Oh, lets see if you'll say that after a few more hours under my whip.” As the last words left Durirgbar's lips his striking arm came swooping down the whip making a graceful arch in the air before wrapping around Sebastian's torso and tearing through flesh, releasing a loud crack into the air., renewing Ciel's attempts to gain his freedom. A shout leaves Sebastian's throat as the barbed spikes literally ripped the flesh from his bones everywhere they touched.
“SEBASTIAN!” Ciel's scream piercing through the rain of cracks left behind by the whip. Yet through it all Sebastian's eyes remained locked on Ciel's even as the whip wrapped around his body almost like a lover, caressing each part of him before ripping away painfully and tearing away chucks of skin and muscle, exposing the ivory of his bones briefly as his body tried to heal the damage. Ciel continued to scream and shout for his butler until his throat was raw and yet found the strength to continue.
The whip-master stopped his blows briefly watching as Sebastian's torso heaved with the effort to breath, proud of his handiwork he strode over and began petting the bloody gashes crisscrossing Sebastian's back, digging his sharp nails into the raw flesh. Slowly using the butt of his whip he traced down the worst of the gashes until he reached the swell of his butt, before tearing what was left of Sebastian's uniform off and throwing it aside. He fondled the prone form hanging in front of him, a lustful gleam entering his eyes.
Releasing a sadistic chuckle, the whip-master pushed the butt of his whip into Sebastian's unprepared entrance. Causing Sebastian to arch away from the pain with a shout, briefly clenching his eyes shut before determinedly opening them to stare at his master once more. Revealing his member and stroking over it a few times with a bloody hand he replaced the whip with himself slowly, dragging out the pain of the rape. Sebastian's eyes locked with his Master's, staring into that faintly glowing contract he pushed what was happening to his body out of mind until the whip-master grabbed him by his hair and pulled him back into a painful arch and finally dislocating his shoulders as he used his body for a few more minutes forcing Sebastian to hold that position the entire time.
Suddenly the whip-master let go of Sebastian's hair, pulled out and unhooked the chains holding him up in the air, letting his body fall down with a solid thump, the crack of a bone rang out as his face made contact with the stones below. He settles over the vulnerable form laying on the stones, reinserting himself and finishing inside the limp form below him with a satisfied grunt before pulling out tucking himself back into his pants and once again picking up his whip. Tapping the side of Sebastian's face lightly he states loudly, “Not had enough yet huh? We'll see if that changes with what I have in store for you.” He smirks at the limp form at his feet still shuddering from the invasion of his body.
Renewing his strikes with vigor, he continued his vicious assault on Sebastian, wearing down on his energy and slowly the speed of his healing slowed down almost to a stop when the whip-master gave a silent command to a few of the demons surrounding them. A few large demons pushed past the crowd dragging huge stone spikes along between them. The whip-master sent two more strikes into the flesh striking the hiding spot of Sebastian's wings and forcing them to reveal themselves, bursting forth with a splatter of blood and knocking back a few demons from the sheer span of his wings.
Bloody tears dripped from Ciel's chin as he watched the demons stretch out his butler's gorgeous black wings to their full span and as two together would drive the spikes through the meat of them to hold them in place. A smug look overcame Durirgbar's face at the helplessness of his Victim, before he struck once more aiming at Sebastian's wings. A howl of pure agony filled the air, overpowering the now steady cracks of the whip. Though if it came from the Victim of the strike or the one forced to Watch, is unsure.
Slowly but surely the whip tore feathers and meat from the once beautiful wings reducing them to a bloody mess of flesh and bone. Finally Sebastian's body succumbed to convulsions and spasms from the pain radiating from his wings. Durirgbar grinned as he continued to whip his victim through the seizure, getting a sick sort of pleasure from causing it. As Sebastian's body finally slumped, limp into the stone below him and lay still the demons held their breath waiting to see what would happen next. A few finally stepped forward to stop what was happening not willing to be punished themselves for letting a prince of Hell be attacked this way, when the crowd began to part revealing Lucifer walking towards the body chained and staked to the ground. Lucifer glared at the whip-master and his aura of power increase until Durirgbar dropped to his knees in a kneel and let the whip slide from his fingers to the ground.
The King of Hell, wasn't a horrific sight in fact he was very beautiful. Tall but not lanky and muscled without looking bulky. Wearing tight fitting leather pants with his torso exposed, letting his many wings flutter behind him, blood red eyes focused on Sebastian's still form. Pushing a few stubbornly out of place black strands from his face with one hand, mussing up the rest of his long hair.
Lucifer stopped at the edge of the crowd for a moment before looking at the fledglings holding Ciel captive. Once they saw his eyes on them they dropped Ciel to the ground and backed off. He flopped to the ground before realizing his freedom and hurrying over to Sebastian, tilting his face towards him, brushing the blood matted hair from his face. Lucifer moved to kneel behind Ciel and touched Sebastian's temple. “What ever shall I do with you Elarialiel? Trouble seems to follow you, whether you're Angel or Demon.”
Ciel turned to Lucifer, “Elarialiel?”
Lucifer chuckled softly, “Did you think he didn't have a name before you named him, Little Lord?” His head tilting to the side as his gaze met with Ciel's, his blood colored eyes glowing in mischief as he teased the fledgling at his side.
A flush covered Ciel's face and he turned bodily away and crossing his arms in a huff, “Of course not! It's just that.... he's never told it to me.” His body slumping at the realization that Satan knew his butler more than he.
“I can see why he wouldn't tell you, he was often teased for such a feminine name by the other Angels when he was just a fledgling. It is fitting for him though, he was a very beautiful Angel before he fell. But,” Lucifer winks at Ciel who turned back towards him, seeing as it is rude for a Lord not to look at the person talking to them. “I think he makes a gorgeous fallen Angel, the black wings and hair suit him more, don't you think so too Little Lord?.”
“You mean he isn't a demon?”
“In a sense he is, after all a demon is just a being that has fallen from the grace of God. Most of the Demons surrounding us are just human souls that were too tainted for His tastes and sent down here to be reborn into demons. The eternal torture that Humans speak of doesn't exist in the way they think, it is merely the never-ending hunger that is part of being a demon.”
“Oh.” Ciel's head lowered down causing his eyes to be hidden by his bangs. His finger's caressing Sebastian's jawline. “Can't we do anything for him?”
“Sadly no, Little Lord, healing isn't a demon's forte that's more for the Angel's. Elarialiel will have to suffer through the healing process on his own.”
“I don't even understand why he was punished, he transported us here saying we were to meet someone though he wanted to wait longer before introducing me to them and then when we were walking towards the meeting spot we were grabbed, he was brought here, tied down and whipped.” Bloody tears began to drip from Ciel's face to the ground, from thinking about the torture his butler just endured.
“The demons that whipped him thought him weak for bowing to you, one much less powerful than himself. That is probably why he was hesitant to bring you here, he wanted to wait till he could speak to his mate and see if he could mark you for your safety, but I talked him into coming so I could meet the Little Lord he is so dedicated to serving. Alas I was very late and he fell prey to the other demons.” Lucifer brushed some of the bloodied feathers away from them. “His mate will be very cross with me, I'd daresay.”
“You're right, he is.” Everyone looked towards the new voice laced with thinly veiled anger and standing there was...
“Claude? I thought he killed you?” Ciel was honestly surprised to see the spider demon standing there with his arms crossed. Dressed similar to Lucifer, heavy combat boots, leather pants and a black buckled vest over his muscled chest instead of in the Butler's attire that he was used to seeing the demon in.
“Any Demon killed in the Human realm will be reborn here extremely weakened, but alas not truly dead.” He struts over to Sebastian's wings and pulls up the stakes in the ground, one handed. A soft sigh leaves his lips as he observes the damage, “This will take quite a bit of time to heal. It seems Durirgbar did a number on him, he's lucky Sebastian hadn't fed in such a long time, or he wouldn't be cowering over there. Sebastian will need to feed if he is to heal properly from this.”
Claude gently rolled Sebastian onto his back after folding his wings in and stroking his face softly with a familiarness that only comes from being with another a very long time. He pulls Sebastian up into a sitting position, leaning him against his chest. “I'll assume he will be punished My Lord?” Claude's gaze slides over to the demon still forced to kneel by Satan's aura.
“Of course he will be, I don't like my Angels to be beaten for any reason. There are too few of them among us, thus their status as royalty and why only I have the right to punish them. As such even I wouldn't punish them for being bound eternally in a contract, never the less against their will.”
Ciel looked away and mummered softly, “I didn't intend to trap him in a contract, I've even tried to retract the order but it doesn't seem to work.”
“That's because the order was in effect when you were changed, and as such the contract changed literally weaving your order into the clauses of the very contract that is trapping Sebastian to you.”
“If I could let him go I would. I might be cruel but no one deserves to be trapped in an unending contract.”
“We know Little Lord, no one knew this would happen.” Lucifer patted Ciel on the head who was once again pouting at the fact that he was once again called little.
A snarl ripped across the square along with the whip still within Durirgbar's hand, wrapping over Sebastian's face and neck as he shouts, “That thing is no demon, fallen or not he's still an Angel and deserved every strike from my whip.” He jerks back on the whip, ripping the delicate flesh once more before Claude launched from his position next to Sebastian, Ciel reaching out and grabbing him before he fell onto the stones again. Claude tackled Durirgbar to the ground tearing at his throat savagely and bashing his skull on the stones below them.
“You dare attack another's mate in their presence! No one will harm him! No one! I should have killed you the moment I saw you for daring to even gaze upon him! You touched him, defiled him! You deserve more than death!” By the time he stopped his attack, what was left of the whip-master wouldn't be able to regenerate, effectively killing Durirgbar.
Dropping what was left of the corpse to lay sprawled on the ground, Claude returned to Sebastian's side and carefully picked up the limp form, bridal style. As he waited for Ciel to stand up, his grip on Sebastian's wings slipped and they dropped down to hit the ground with a heavy thump. Lucifer stood to the side, a smug grin on his face while admiring the picture they made.
Ciel carefully pulled up Sebastian's wings and kept a hand around Claude's forearm as they made their way through the crowd and towards home.
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