[Black Butler] REVERSI

The pupils of different colors are different from ordinary humans. In addition to being able to see things, they can also see things that humans cannot see. As a price, they all have varying degrees of myopia.

It is a completely different race from humans and demons. In daily life, they are diligent and diligent, according to the personnel dispatch, looking for the person who is about to die. If it is a person who has great contribution or value to human existence, if it is of great significance, the soul of the person will not be recovered, and death will be terminated.

After the black mass incident, they went to the scene to recover their souls according to the instructions of their superiors, but the recovery work was not successfully completed due to the intervention of a third party.The wrong number of souls forced some Reapers to work overtime, and when they finally detected the gap, the culprits were already gone.

"Senior, the smell of blood is very strong." Holding his nose, the orange-haired Grim Reaper talked about the situation at the scene. He had a nasal voice and looked a little weird.

The Grim Reaper at the side glanced at him coldly, and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose with the strangely shaped garden scissors in his hands. His blue-gold pupils didn't let go of any corners, checked quickly for a week, and then strode out.

The younger generation, who was ignored, touched his nose consciously and bored, checked his pocket with one hand, dragged his lawn mower with the other, and chased after him.

The two continued the cat-and-mouse game one after the other, but the vermin had already found another place to house itself and the injured.

It was a sparsely populated place, away from the bustling market, where only animals appeared.The man somehow transformed into a house in an instant, with lush vines entangled around the periphery, filling the gaps airtightly, looking from a distance like a haunted house that has been abandoned and uninhabited for many years.

The man put the boy into the black coffin, dragged a chair next to him, and leaned on the back to observe.

The young man's complexion was already slightly rosy, and the frightened and hideous expression on his delicate face was replaced by An Ran.The man unconsciously stretched out his hand to poke the boy's face, watching him move his lips as if in a dream, and when he met the boy's unconscious dodging movements, the man seemed to sing against it in a playful manner.

Finally, the dream was disturbed, and the boy woke up from his deep sleep.

The man withdrew his hand, with a calm expression as if he hadn't done anything, staring at the young man intently, watching him slowly open his eyes.

"Good afternoon, did you sleep well?" It was not unexpected to see a terrified expression on the young man's face, the man greeted himself, held the young boy's bouncing body with one hand, and pressed him into the soft coffin middle.

He had just recovered from a serious illness, and the young man's physical strength was almost gone. The man restrained his reckless movements without much effort. The young man trembled, and his clear eyes were once again buried in despair.

The fear was at its extreme, and the sound he wanted to make could not find a breakthrough as if it was suppressed in his throat. Inadvertently, tears overflowed his eyes.With his thin body arched slightly, the young man unconsciously exposed his fragility to others.

The man let go of his hand, let the boy curl himself up into a shrimp, and said something lukewarm.

"The wound is open." The smell of blood can be easily smelled, which is caused by the opening of the young man's wound.

He slowed down, carefully lifted the hem of the boy's clothes, and loosened the bleeding bandage little by little.The young man woke up from his trance because of his action, and supported the bottom of the coffin with his hands, pulling the distance between the two of them.While struggling, the young man also realized his situation. It was not a big soft bed, but an unknown object covered with fabric. When he realized that it was a coffin pretending to be a dead person, he became at a loss again.

He waved his hands indiscriminately, trying to drive away the foreign objects that approached him, but his little physical strength was exhausted.Facing the frightened and flustered young man, the man held his forehead, sighed lowly, and waited until the young man was powerless to make trouble again, then pressed him and pulled off the bandage again.

The wound was bleeding, and the newly grown tender flesh was torn open again due to the aggressive action. The man insisted on disinfecting him with cotton, wiped off the blood stains, and poured the mouth-closing and anti-inflammatory powder on it at the same time.The young man shrank back due to the stimulation of alcohol, grinning his teeth and showing a painful expression, but he also became confused in the man's swift yet gentle movements.

The man rewound the clean bandage round and round, pulled the end and tied a beautiful knot on both sides, and nodded in satisfaction at his masterpiece.For a moment, as if thinking of something, he blew lightly on his newly tied knot.

"It hurts, I flew away~" He acted exaggeratedly like coaxing a child, and finally confronted the boy as if asking for credit, begging him for a reward.

The young man was startled, his mouth pursed, and his eyes revealed contempt.

"Hmm... Isn't it right? Don't you humans treat injured children like this?" He tilted his head in confusion, and the man recalled the scene he had seen.

But after waiting for a while, the person he was questioning didn't answer his question. The man shook his head, and asked the end of the casserole without being critical.Putting on another face, as if seductive, he threw an olive at the boy.

"Child, do you want to sign a contract with me?" He asked casually, but his eyes were focused, which was the look of a hunter looking at his prey.

"Aren't you... a human?"

"Pfft, hahaha..." As if he had heard a good joke, the man laughed loudly, and the almost breathless repetition made the young man's fluke feel sink to the bottom.

"That's right, I'm not a human being." Close to the boy, close to his ear, the man's magnetic voice gave a deadly answer.

"My humble servant is... a devil~"

"..."

"Why such an expression?" With his finger on the young man's sharp and thin jaw, the man frowned, slightly embarrassed.

"Obviously you called me."

If you want to summon the devil, you must make a huge sacrifice, but the sacrifice may not necessarily summon the devil. Only the call of strong faith can make the devil resonate.

At the scene of the black mass ceremony, the man heard the desperate voice of the boy, so he came to the world.

Unfortunately, there was a small accident on the way, and he stayed distracted for a while, so that when he arrived at the scene, he was a step late.The boy who summoned him was on the verge of death, and he was not the only demon summoned.

But fortunately, the target of another demon is not the boy he was looking for, but another child who looks very similar to the boy.In the end, the demon took the child, and he took his youth.

"Yes, I called you...the devil!" Looking directly into the man's pure black pupils, the boy called out to him loudly.

"...That's the expression." Greedy for the boy's resolute and resolute expression of risking everything, the man quietly waited for his next words.

"Devil, sign a contract with me and use it for me!"

"Oh?"

"You can take something from me as a substitute..." The ruthless oath became lighter and weaker, and the boy returned to a cowardly state again.

"Is there something? What do you have?" The man looked at the boy unscrupulously, with evaluation in his eyes.

"Your lungs, your kidneys, or your heart?" Shaking his head, the man disagreed very much.

"Don't you know what I want?"

"What do you want? My soul?"

"..."

"Okay, as long as you can help me get revenge."

"Revenge... What a boring answer." A little bored, the man looked at the boy sadly, and compromised in his stubborn gaze.

"Okay, I'll just agree, kid, do you have any other wishes?"

"Don't call me a child! My name is Ciel, Ciel Phantomhine." Resolutely fighting for his own interests, the boy emphasized his name.

Looking into the man's deep, emotionless eyes, the young man reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"I have only one wish... until I surrender my soul, you are never allowed to leave me."

"..."

Since we met, the man has seen many appearances of young people, hesitant and decisive;

He curbed his frivolous behavior and knelt down on one knee piously.

"Yes, you are majesty."

Demons have no hearts, but demons know more respect than any human.

Even so, the deep-rooted inferiority in the devil's bones will not change easily from beginning to end.

The man was half kneeling but he was still at eye level with the young man, and he still did not forget to tease and joke with the contractor.

"What should I call you? Master?" The first half of the sentence was still a symbolic inquiry, but at the end, he had already started his own bad taste.

"It's up to you, but let me change your self-proclaimed name! In front of me, you can only call yourself 'I'."

"why?"

"I don't like it..." He muttered softly, but he still couldn't escape the man's sensitive hearing.

"Oh, then, young master, let's engrave a contract on each other's bodies... The more prominent and important the place, the greater the power it will gain, so where do you want to engrave it?" The man was still in a questioning tone. He stretched out his hand and brushed off the boy's skirt, exposing the location of his heart.

"How about this place?" Before the boy could respond, the man had already made a move.

Domineeringly imprisoning the boy, not allowing him to resist at all, engraved the contract on the beating heart of the boy.Surrounded by black thorns, the hollow circle in the center is left alone. There is a dead end ahead, and there is still no retreat in the future, except for the vacant piece that has not been touched by the thorns.

"The contract is established, young master."

"..."

Before recovering from the lingering warmth, the pain of the contract was so clear, but it didn't seem to exist. The young man touched the engraved place on his chest, knowing that he really had no way out.

The shape of that imprint clearly told him that no matter whether he was going forward or back, he couldn't get out of that endless loop, just like he couldn't escape the clutches of the devil.

"Damon."

"Ok?"

"your name."