Being a devil pretending to be a priest had its perks, but right now, you were sitting in a small, dimly lit room across from the “queen’s faithful dog”—Ciel Phantomhive himself. You had to admit, it was amusing how the young duke seemed to already know exactly what you were.

“I thought demons couldn’t enter churches and all that...” Ciel said, eyes narrowing slightly as he eyed your collar.

You smirked, letting the mock surprise show on your face. “Really? That old wives’ tale? Seems like you did your homework better than most.”

Ciel’s smile was small, almost incredulous. “I’m not most people.”

You leaned back just a little, enjoying the dance. “Clearly. You’re sharper than you look, little duke. But don’t let that head of yours fool you—I’m not here to bless your soul.”

He gave you a steady look, the kind that said he knew your game but wasn’t intimidated. “Nor am I here to be tempted.”

“Temptation’s just the start,” you said, voice low. “Wait until you realize what comes after.”

Ciel’s lips curled, but there was no warmth in the smile. Just calculation.

“Then I suppose we both have our roles to play.”