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Shattered (Alois Trancy-Kuroshitsuji-Poem)I call upon the light of day
It shines so bright, board set to play.
I call upon the moon at night
Who waxes and wanes and struggles and fights.
I call upon the northern star
She hears my pain from beyond and afar.
I call upon my home of Earth
I'll search it till I find my worth.
I call upon the endless sky
Which blankets over a world of lies.
I call upon the white of snow
Such purity my heart shall never know.
I call upon the night so black
For only darkness holds my mind intact.
I call upon the spider's web
Wove with such beauty for such a tragic end.
I cried out to the Angels.
They barred me from their gates.
I cried out to a demon.
My shattered soul is yours to take.
Strength in Devotion (Daryoon x Arslan)(Set after the liberation of the castle in the Part 4 OVA of The Heroic Legend of Arslan. If you don't know what that is or do and just haven't seen this part, YouTube is your (And was my) friend)
“Daryoon, I just don't understand...”
“Understand what, my lord?” The raven haired warrior asked as he looked upon his prince. Ever since that afternoon's events he had been down. Not the Arslan he'd come to know.
“How could those people just do such a thing? Throwing themselves to their deaths...”
“It is how these people live. They would rather lose their lives than lose their faith.”
The younger man shook his head exasperated. Though still young, through his journey Arslan had met all sorts of people and had seen plenty of bloodshed. But this...
“My lord, you look ill.”
“I feel it as well.”
Daryoon looked on for a moment, worried for his precious friend, before moving to sit beside him on the bed. Arsla
Really, He's a Nice Guy (2P FrUK - APH)As soon as Oliver had moved to a new town everyone in his new school liked him. He had more people whom he could consider friends then he could count on both hands. So it was a wonder to the student body why he spent the majority of his time hanging around Louis Bonnefoy.
The French student was...a bit to be had, to put it one way. His personality consisted of dry wit and often times a sour mood. Appearance: Scruffy.
“Dude, I just don't get it.” Alfred, a blonde haired American had brought up one day. “What do you see in that killjoy?”
“He's a nice guy, really.” Oliver had defended, and then grinned wide. “He is, I'm sure of it, you just have to believe so.”
“Uh-huh, whatever you say Ollie”
Louis looked up from the novel he had been engrossed in at the sound of someone at his door. He waited a moment, to see if the person would just go away, but when the knocking sounded again he heaved
His Master, Transcendent Chapter 03Author's Note: If you read Chapter 3 before I redid it, please don't panic when you see how different it is now. The old Chapter 3 has been edited and added to Chapter 2, so they are now all one. If you did not read the original Chapter 3 (which ends with "...right now, he had a young master to tend to...") then please disregard this message.
It seemed some things could go smoothly between Sebastian and his master once in a while, after all. Ciel's reaction to the Nightshade-infused tea was much better than the butler had had expected. He obviously did not love the bittersweet flavor in the same way that Sebastian did, but neither did he hate it, and he finished the entire cup of tea in less ten seconds, not caring how unsophisticated that might look. When he had set the empty cup back on the tray in front of him, Sebastian took it away and set it on the dresser, leaving it for the time being
His Master, Transcendent Chapter 02Author's Note: Chapter 2 has been revised and now includes what was originally Chapter 3 (the part after the 2nd page break.) So please don't panic if you notice that Chapter 3 is gone - it really isn't.
Ciel had scarcely made it past the edge of the cliff before Sebastian lunged after him, his long arms outstretched in a futile attempt to catch the boy before he could tumble out of reach. When his hands closed around empty air, Sebastian's eyes widened, his sharp teeth bared in a snarl of frustration, and he leaped off of the edge himself. He could see the former earl's body tumbling limply down into the chasm, narrowly avoiding bashing against the rocks that jutted out from the cliff-side as he flew past them. The mark of the contract on Sebastian's hand began to burn, although he did not need its help to know his master needed him.
The demon butler pursued the boy down into the seemingly endle
His Master, Transcendent Chapter 08To say that Sebastian was surprised to see his son standing before him would be more than an understatement. The older demon had been drifting in and out of Hell for centuries, taking on contracts and collecting souls from the battlefields humans littered with corpses, so it had been an unspeakably long time since he had seen Malphas.
The young raven demon looked stronger than he had when Sebastian had seen him nearly a half-millennium ago. He was finer-featured, taller, and possessed a deceptive leanness that belied his unearthly strength. Although he still looked to be in his twenties, like Sebastian himself, he was actually nearing his twelfth millennium, compared to Sebastian's fiftieth. Taking all of this in, along with the healthy sheen of his blue-black wings and the diamond-hard appearance of his horns and claws, Sebastian smiled warmly at his son, who bowed low in return.
"It is good to see you again, Father," Malphas said warmly, his face mirroring Sebastian's signature smirk
His Master, Transcendent Chapter 05When Ciel opened his eyes again, he found himself alone in a dimly lit room, surrounded on all sides by moldy stone walls and rusty iron chains. He was lying on a stone table of sorts, stripped naked and covered with nothing but a thin white sheet. The only sounds in the room were the slow dripping of dirty water from the ceiling to the floor and the soft crackling of the torch on the opposite wall, which was so old and burnt-down it offered almost no light at all. Groaning quietly, Ciel tried to reach his right hand up to his sore head, only to find it held to the altar by a thick leather strap. He tested his other wrist and each of his ankles and found that they, too, had been tightly bound. A leather collar encircled his neck, holding his head back against the cold stone, and his heart began to race when he realized he was effectively trapped.
"Sebastian. Sebastian, where are you?" he whispered into the near-darkness, waiting for any sign that the butler was coming to rescue him. Wh
His Master, Transcendent Chapter 01Author's Note: This story will begin with a twist on the final scene of the anime, and will continue where Black Butler II left off. I will warn you now, Sebastian will definitely be somewhat OOC in this fic, as will Ciel, but it will all make sense in later chapters.
August 26th, 1889. The night sky was black as jet, starless despite the fact that the new moon was still days away. The air was cool, unusual for a midsummer night, and the breeze softly tossed Ciel's blue-gray hair as Sebastian carried him across the field of black and white roses that adorned the seaside cliff. A few petals drifted up around them on the wind, and Ciel's eyes flashed red for a moment while he reached out to grab one in his outstretched hand. Sebastian watched with little interest as his master turned the petal around between his fingers; his face had remained stony, almost totally expressionless, since the day he d
His Master, Transcendent Chapter 07Over the next several days, Ciel began to realize just how little he truly understood about his new life. Sebastian had begun teaching him some basics, such as how to retract his claws and fold his wings behind his back instead of letting them drag the ground, and even those things were proving immensely difficult. He was not used to having what were essentially two new limbs growing from the middle of his back, and they often moved as if they had a will of their own, flapping hard enough to send him flying backwards and leaving him sprawled out on the ground. He had cut himself with his claws more times than he could count, and although he healed almost instantly he was still reluctant to touch any part of himself anymore. The last thing he wanted was to actually lose an eye.
Sebastian, for his part, was immensely patient, giving Ciel just enough information and then letting him figure things out for himself. He knew, frustrating as it might be, that the young demon would learn better
His Master, Transcendent Chapter 06It took a moment for Ciel to remember how to speak after Sebastian's revelation, but eventually his vocal cords remembered what they were supposed to do, and he pushed Sebastian's hands off of him before he said anything.
"Claude Faustus… was your brother?!" he shouted in a voice caught somewhere between anger and amazement, which caused his words to squeak in a most frustrating way. "And you never thought to tell me?"
"Forgive me, my lord," Sebastian said softly, rinsing the remaining suds from Ciel's hair and wings before helping him out of the tub and beginning to dry him off. He ran his fingers through the still slightly-damp feathers on Ciel's dark wings, completely relaxed while he straightened them out so they all lay down in the same direction. "I did not believe it was relevant at the time."
"How in the bloody hell would it not be relevant?!" Ciel simply sounded angry now, with no trace of amusement in his voice. Sebastian's expression hardened while he let go of Ciel's
His Master, Transcendent Chapter 04"Raum… Raum… Adducite eum ad nos, Raum…"
At the sound of the strange words Ciel's eyes snapped open, and he blinked in confusion, holding a hand to his aching head while he looked around the room for the source of the sound that had awoken him. He did not know what time it was or how long Sebastian's nightshade draught had kept him asleep; all he knew was that it was still pitch-black and his butler was nowhere to be seen. It was too dark to see much of anything, actually, and – Wait. He was a demon now; nothing should ever be too dark for him to see through. He closed his eyes and opened them slowly, hoping it would help, but to his dismay his vision remained as useless as before. What was going on?
He reached up to rub at his eyes and flinched, hissing in pain and gritting his teeth when he felt something sharp cut through the flesh just below his eye. Blood ran freely from the cut, sticky and hot, and the coppery scent was made even stronger by his heighte
Romeo and Juliet, Chapter Two
Chapter Two: The course of true love never did run smooth.
Grell sighed and readjusted his position in his hard wooden desk chair for the fifth time in the last few minuets. It was becoming more and more difficult to concentrate on his paperwork. With a grunt, he pushed himself up and opted to stand, using a book as a surface to fill out the remaining paperwork, and leaning against the wall.
A sharp knock pulled the red reaper from his work, "It's open." Grell said, scratching his signature onto the completed document and flipped to the next page to start filling it out.
William opened the door and stepped inside, quietly closing it again, looking over at Grell. "...why are you standing against the wall doing your paperwork?" It had been abnormally quiet that day, to the point that William had started to wonder whether Grell had showed up for work or not...but he knew better, since he had seen him in the halls quite a few times. He knew the redhead was affected by Eric and Alan's death
Bon Appetit, Monsieur DemonCorrupted souls
Like murderers and cons
Are common to come by, yes.
But did you know
The purest souls
Are what Devils and Demons like best?
What once was white
Now splattered red
Rose petals on freshly fallen snow.
Darkness tends to swallow light
As most of you may know.
And from the darkness
Comes a glinting ray
Like salvation in the night.
Shattered hopes and lost tomorrows
Bon appetit monsieur, am I right?
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