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The life of an aristocrat was never an easy one, but their death could be consumed by nothing but greed and speculation…

People came, people went, all gawking at the corpse in front of them, all the while dirty dealings were held in hurried whispers in the back of the church over the mans estate. Being a gentleman of high society was never an easy thing, especially in death, knowing the squabbling that would take place before you were even in the ground over who would get what, it was a disgusting practice that showed the true nature of those people we call ‘The Elite.’ Still things like this had their advantages, another company would be without its leader, and it would be simple to swipe it up and add it to ones collection. One could, of course, never be too careful when dealing with these fools, it could become easy to fall for temptation and greed, if that happened then surly the field would become altered, the best pieces would then be brought into play, and the dirty game of truth and lies would commence. Such was the fate of dying without an heir.

I would be the same.

I did not fear death, I saw it as one step towards my ultimate goal, a revenge so unique that all the darkness in hell could not compare with it. I would avenge myself upon those that dared humiliate the name ‘Phantomhive,’ I would become the king in this deadly game of chess, each of us steadily racing towards our end, until every piece lay fallen on the board, except for the knight, the knight which serves both as a blessing and a curse, the knight that would end the life of his king upon the checkmate of the shadow king. Yes I did not fear death, nor did I fear the ‘fiery pits of death’ that those foolish priests went on about, for me Kami was dead, he died the night I was reborn, he died so that I could have my revenge. And my revenge would be absolute.

Not even Kami would be able to stop the flames that had begun burning when the contract was made.

No, my will would be stronger, and with my resolution they would burn the world and turn it into ash and darkness, the same world I had lived in since I lost my parents. The same world that I lived in with Sebastian. The world of the dead.

I do not fear the day they would squabble over my belongings and my companies, nor do I fear them picking everything clean. I would not be saddened by those I left behind, nor by where I would be going, for I would have had my revenge, that would be enough for me. I would be in my eternal bliss, the pain of my life tormenting my soul for eternity, I would…

“Bott-chan, your appointment has arrived, shall I send them in?”

I had never even noticed he was there, my black knight, my final salvation…

“No, send them to the parlor”

“Yes, my Lord” Sebastian bowed and left.

Ciel simply turned in his chair to look out the window.

Sometimes the fate that binds us all is cruel, a smirk formed on his face, but I will control my pawns and move them as I desire, and in the end, this deadly game of chess shall be mine. Ciel stood up and began to leave the room, he looked down at his ring. A true Phantomhive never followed a scowl formed on his face we, even if we were torn apart, would always be the true leaders in this game. He walked out of the room noiselessly and closed the door of his office with a snap.

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The life of an aristocrat was never an easy one, but their death could be consumed by nothing but greed and speculation…

People came, people went, all gawking at the corpse in front of them, all the while dirty dealings were held in hurried whispers in the back of the church over the mans estate. Being a gentleman of high society was never an easy thing, especially in death, knowing the squabbling that would take place before you were even in the ground over who would get what, it was a disgusting practice that showed the true nature of those people we call ‘The Elite.’ Still things like this had their advantages, another company would be without its leader, and it would be simple to swipe it up and add it to ones collection. One could, of course, never be too careful when dealing with these fools, it could become easy to fall for temptation and greed, if that happened then surly the field would become altered, the best pieces would then be brought into play, and the dirty game of truth and lies would commence. Such was the fate of dying without an heir.

I would be the same.

I did not fear death, I saw it as one step towards my ultimate goal, a revenge so unique that all the darkness in hell could not compare with it. I would avenge myself upon those that dared humiliate the name ‘Phantomhive,’ I would become the king in this deadly game of chess, each of us steadily racing towards our end, until every piece lay fallen on the board, except for the knight, the knight which serves both as a blessing and a curse, the knight that would end the life of his king upon the checkmate of the shadow king. Yes I did not fear death, nor did I fear the ‘fiery pits of death’ that those foolish priests went on about, for me Kami was dead, he died the night I was reborn, he died so that I could have my revenge. And my revenge would be absolute.

Not even Kami would be able to stop the flames that had begun burning when the contract was made.

No, my will would be stronger, and with my resolution they would burn the world and turn it into ash and darkness, the same world I had lived in since I lost my parents. The same world that I lived in with Sebastian. The world of the dead.

I do not fear the day they would squabble over my belongings and my companies, nor do I fear them picking everything clean. I would not be saddened by those I left behind, nor by where I would be going, for I would have had my revenge, that would be enough for me. I would be in my eternal bliss, the pain of my life tormenting my soul for eternity, I would…

“Bott-chan, your appointment has arrived, shall I send them in?”

I had never even noticed he was there, my black knight, my final salvation…

“No, send them to the parlor”

“Yes, my Lord” Sebastian bowed and left.

Ciel simply turned in his chair to look out the window.

Sometimes the fate that binds us all is cruel, a smirk formed on his face, but I will control my pawns and move them as I desire, and in the end, this deadly game of chess shall be mine. Ciel stood up and began to leave the room, he looked down at his ring. A true Phantomhive never followed a scowl formed on his face we, even if we were torn apart, would always be the true leaders in this game. He walked out of the room noiselessly and closed the door of his office with a snap.