As You Wish

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{A/N: Aight real quick, I realised since I'm trying to finish my work(s) kinda fast-like, ya dig, and didn't go through the meticulous loser-esque research my bored ass usually would for fan-fictions without the prospect of actual school on the horizon, that I ROYALLY (heh. pun.) messed up something in the Execution chapter. Originally, I said that her bitch ass dad was going to be "drawn and quartered" and, given my kind nature, I was unaware of how drawing and quartering actually worked. I went back and changed it to an also horrifying type of medieval torture simply called "tearing apart", which is what happened in that chapter. Right execution style. Wrong name. So, I tried my best, but eh, the historical accuracy of Black Butler is clearly not its forte. So, yeah. I wanted to note that since I DID study it. In school. For a degree which has brought me very little income. TO LAW SCHOOL HO! Okay back to weeb theology (which I realised I'd rather invest my time in. Theology in general. Not necessarily weeb variants of it. Lol History's too broad without the blood of various martyrs/sinners/Jesus to stain the pages of like, the election of Taft. Eh. Eh. Ehhh. Nah. Boring. Polite pass.) ON WITH IT}

{Give enough space for the comedic effect to wear off....}

{NOW. Demonic lamentations. COMMENCE.}

You had nothing to say to him.

"What do you mean I'm to stay with you?"

"Those were well," he paused, grinning broadly. It was beautiful, completely uninhibited, but it still shook you. "He's not my master anymore, is he?"

You'd typically be unrelenting, leaving nothing unasked, you'd tear him apart, albeit metaphoricallly, but now, you wanted time to process what had happened, what he was. What he always was, for much longer than you'd ever know, since -as far as you could imagine, (and you were frequently more correct than you knew)- since the fall of man. You didn't want to talk. You wanted to take a vow of silence. Though you were decidedly more 'impure' than you'd let any sister know, you'd just about opted for running to the nearest nunnery and slamming the door in Satan's face.

Instead, here he remained, smiling, no barrier between you. "Still, those were the rules, my commandments."

"Commandments?" You scoffed. "Who are you anyway? Who do you think you are, Sebastian? Hm? You think you're special because one time, seven goddamn years ago, you got to me, made me think you were good? How good was it when you ignored me? How good was it when you took away my friend? How good can you ever be? You ATE my brother!"

He laughed. "Brother, eh?"

You scowled, crossing your arms. You'd let it slip, how much Ciel Phantomhive meant to you after all. He was your friend, your ally, and you knew it would hurt when he left. You tried to prepare yourself for this by keeping him distant, but when you learned to like Sebastian, then perhaps even love him, what would inevitably happen to his master didn't seem real, or at least, not as frightening. Perhaps he didn't want to, but it was all he knew.