So Slowly [Closed Roleplay] To Hell
demon-madam:
Participants: Demon-Madam and Funtomking
Father did you miss me,
I’ve been locked up a while.
I got caught for what I did but took it all in style.
Laid to rest all my confessions I gave way back when.
Now I’m versed in so much worse,
So I am back again, and he said
For the lines that I take, I’m going to hell!
For the love that I make, I’m going to hell!
Time. A figment of calculation that allows us an illusionary understanding of the universe. One Madam Red, grew in her undead life to understand that time itself was a design of mortal minds in an attempt to control a world that slipped past them all too quickly. They made strict limits regarding its passing, and yet could not help but pass with it. Irony, really.
A set of ruby eyes lifted, drifting over the length of the parlour. As pristine has it had been years earlier; yet no less mysterious with its dark corridors and whispers of the past clinging to your ankles as you wandered within them. While the world beyond the Phantomhive Manor walls ticked past, there can been an illusion once that this place was timeless. It wasn’t. The demons that roamed its halls likely caused such false truths.
Angelina stood, facing away from the dark corners of the manor and looking instead towards the grounds. She smiled for the rain that pitter-pattered against the window planes, welcoming it into her melancholy afternoon.
Though time was merely a creation of mankind, it had been generous to Ciel. Several years had passed since his contract with Sebastian had been fulfilled. The demon, at the time, must have harbored some feelings for the young master, as he’d let him go rather than take his soul as initially planned. It felt like it was only yesterday to him. He had been all too ready to die when Sebastian had stated that destroying such a soul would have been a waste. Despite whatever feelings he may have had, though, the demon had decided to part ways with the boy, leaving him to live a life simply as a human and to remain in service to the queen, but on his own. At first, it was hard. Ciel hadn’t realized just how much Sebastian had done for him until he found himself dressing, solving his cases, and running the company on his own. It got easier though, and before he knew it, he’d grown into a young man, nearly 24 years old now.
As stated before, time had been generous. He had his health and he was quite dashing as well. Ciel was the splitting image of his father, save for the eyepatch that covered his now useless right eye. Because of his looks, he was certainly popular with the female nobles, and even some of the males as well. He couldn’t count how many times older gentlemen had come to him and asked him to court their daughters. But Ciel wasn’t interested in it.
The Earl had finished some important paperwork for the day and was about to retire to the library when he noticed someone along the way. At this point in his life he had several, non-demonic workers in his mansion, but this person was not any of them. No, he’d recognize this person anywhere. He stopped a few paces behind the woman and spoke up with the silky voice he’d developed with age. “How many years has it been since I’ve last seen you? What kept you so busy that you couldn’t visit your nephew?”
