Defiled by once clean hands. ×Cielois×

Their hands and a new Earl

-Alois's POV-

I sighed, there I was, in one of the many beds that held us defiled boys in. It was really strange, the old man hasn't been coming to get us, yet. I hope he's dead and rotting in the everlasting abyss of hell.

"Boys, it seems an Earl has come to visit, sadly, the formal Earl has deceased." Without a care, I smiled and giggled. "The person who has come, will take one of you to live with him - everyone else will return to their families."

Families, that means living on the street for me. "What 'bout Alois?! He ain't go no family." Someone from the back snorted. My eyes widened. "Well, Alois, if you are not chosen you will live on the streets." She spat angrily- she never liked me.

One by one, the Earl Ciel would talk to us and tell us what it was like to live here. When he got to me, he seemed different. "Well, when I first got here, the old man thought I had disgusting eyes so he beat me, then he just yknow." I sighed in sadness.

"You're coming with us, you have been chosen." Without warning. His butler picked me up and took me to their manor.

Maybe my life will get better here.