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Sebastian’s eyes carefully examined his young master, watching him sip the tea. His concentration was interrupted by the dull, emotionless voice of his master. “Ah, well you see young master, I was wondering when you would ask that. It is only fair, but as you know, our staff, if you even want to call them a staff, aren’t exactly spot on with their assigned duties. With a manor of great status, such as thing one, it is quite difficult to keep maintained. That is why during the night I sneak off and do the jobs that the others cannot, and occasionally go over what they have already completed.” While the words Sebastian spoke were true, there was something else.

The kittens… the soft, smooth, delightful touch of their fur. It sent chills down Sebastian’s spine. He believed they were the most perfect of creatures. Nothing could ever match their beauty, their divine like structure, oh it was too much for the poor butler. They truly did light up his day.

Except… He could never tell his master that. It would only bring disgrace to his name. That was unacceptable, he’s one hell of a butler. A title he refused to ever lose. That is why the demon kept it a secret. Sebastian shattered his thoughts before they became visible. He straightened his back and drew that familiar smirk across his face, regaining the vision of his master’s soul, he licked his lips. The one thing he craved more than cats, the soul of his young lord. Yes… he would feast upon the helpless boy one day, but until then, he was a butler.

“So you stay up all night?”

Ciel wasn’t surprised. There was always a lot to do in the manor, and outside of it. He wondered how great it must be to not be tied down by human needs such as sleep or food. Demons could build and build, but they were created to destroy. Which they did. As much as Sebastian has done for him, it was only because in truth; he was a slave. Without being given orders to serve, to never lie, and of course - to stay by his side until the end, who knows what kind of havoc he would be starting. But the contract binds the demon to him, and Ciel plans on using this demon butler past his limits (if possible) until he fulfills his goal. After that, Sebastian would devour his soul - never to see the light again. The young earl puts it as this: he already died. Ciel Phantomhive, the innocent son of Vincent and Rachel, died at that horrid place. Someone new was reborn. One without a real smile, or a future. 

The world couldn’t be crueler.

“As long as you’re not dawdling, I don’t really care what you do,” he said, and with that, ended the discussion. He picked up his tea and took another long sip, fighting the drowsiness he felt coming on. The earl turned his attention to the papers sprawled across his desk once more. He put the now empty tea cup back on the aluminum tray, as he collected the papers up, and put them into two piles: Finished and unfinished. “I want you to put these in the proper envelops and mail them out back to the senders,” he ordered his butler, handing the man the finished pile of work. Sure, he could have done that himself. But considering the now quite smaller pile of work he had to do, having a bit of help was good. Especially because of how late it was starting to get.