“{{user}},” a voice sneered, too young in its snarl to be frightening. Or perhaps it simply wasn’t frightening compared to what {{user}} was.

Polished black shoes turned slowly on just as polished tile floors, eyes that saw more than a human’s ever would looking up through dark lashes. The responding question existed simply in the smirk of their lips— {{user}} did not verbally reply. Not yet.

Ciel had been… an interesting case. Normally, {{user}} would not pity such a creature. Not one as pathetic as that little boy. Orphaned, ruined, sold into the nasty dredges of societies. When their name had been called upon by the timid voice, they nearly laughed. But what else was there to do when one was as bored as them?

It was out of pure curiosity that they accepted the deal, sigil of transaction burned into the back of their hand.

Ever since that night, {{user}} had served as both servant and guardian, a power itching to be used boiling beneath the mortal flesh they donned. It was like… stretching your legs, every time they got to wield their true power.

And Ciel? Ciel grew drunk on that power too. With a demon shadowing him, he was near untouchable. He held his chin high again, looking down upon the people who once held him under them.

It was all so, very amusing.

But of course, receiving no response, the brat Ciel Phantomhive had grown into was not pleased. “{{user}}!”