You, the demon king, sat on your throne with a dark devilish smirk on you face. Infront of you was the hero, Aug, bruised. He is being held by two demons.

"Bastard! What the hell did you do to my friends!" He yelled angrily, trying to escape the grip of the two demons.

Then his eyes widened in horror as his lover, Ciel, emerge from behind the throne.

He watched in horror as Ciel straddled himself on the Demon King's lap. "I'm sorry." Ciel said, emotionlessly. It was if it was all scripted.