Thread: Sweetest Sin (captain levi and Kitty)

td wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww tdtd The word ecstatic wouldn't have done any justice to describe how elated he was to meet Ciel, the boy who had quite literally been raised only to have his soul consumed by a demon. He hoped that Ciel's grandfather was tossing and turning in his grave about this now, and he wondered if immeasurable wealth had truly been worth the sacrifice of every firstborn in the Phantomhive family line. As promised, Sebastian had twisted fate and reality itself to ensure that the family company was financially successful, granting their future successors enough wealth to sate their greed. When it was time to collect his part of the deal, Ciel's father had been reluctant. It was an old contract, one the old man initially thought didn't have to be honored, but Sebastian had proved that demons took their deals very seriously. If Ciel wasn't his by the boy's sixteenth birthday, he was going to make sure the Phantomhive family never saw a single yen in their bank account ever again, and money wasn't the only thing he planned to collect. He had waited decades for this moment, so, truly, ecstatic was an understatement. When he greeted Ciel for the first time, Sebastian was donning a Victorian-style butler uniform, the hems and collar perfectly presentable. Not only did his attire suit the theme of his confectionery shop, it was a keepsake of his own time as a mortal hundreds of years ago. For this reason, he always seemed to be overdressed. You must be Ciel, the raven-haired male greeted him with a devilish smile. My, you've grown. Deliciously, he would have added. Ciel would have known that his father and Sebastian were on close terms so a bit of familiarity wasn't strange but the way his onyx gaze scanned over the younger male like he was some treat might have posed as a cause for concern. If Sebastian hadn't been more careful, his irises would have flashed their true crimson hue, immediately giving away what sort of thing he was. For now, his image as the tidy and mysterious employer of Sweetest Sins had been well-kept from his tenants, even if it didn't take much effort to hide something from Bard, Finny, and Meyrin. They were colorful characters, just unfortunately or fortunately for him not the sharpest tools in the shed. With slender fingers, he pulled the tips of his gloves off, revealing thin, black-manicured digits and the back of his veined hand bearing some tribal insignia. At first glance, it only looked like a tattoo. I hope you've made yourself comfortable. The room is a bit small, but your father made his intentions clear that he didn't want you to feel too comfortable, he lied through his teeth, the fib perfectly articulated with a touch of false concern and warm hospitality. It was far more entertaining to see how long the boy would last believing that this was all some grand lesson teaching him to remember his roots. If the youngest Phantomhive was as bright as his father had told him, it wouldn't be long before Ciel would notice that the Sweetest Sins truly wasn't all just glitter and gold. Maybe he'd sooner discover the secrets Sebastian craftily kept hidden in the walls of the confectionery shop than the three who had been living here much longer than him. He had to lean forward just a bit to align their faces, his open palms resting on his thighs as he did. After all, you're here to earn your keep. He flashed Ciel a charming grin, one that quickly dissipated as soon as it formed. I'm sure we'll get along just fine, Ciel. My name is Sebastian. td