A/N: I've wanted to imagine Ciel with wings for a while now so this came out... It's AU. I won't include most of the other characters from the show. This was mostly me experimenting with Ciel and Sebastian's characters and angel!Ciel. Also, young!Ciel... I wanted a little five year old and a little angel and fatherly!Sebastian... so this... this is what my mind barfed up...

Warnings for mentions of torture and death...

Fallen

At first, he'd been somewhat pleased by the frightened, pained, and fairly hopeless cries that would've made a human's skin crawl. Whatever those silly humans had gotten themselves into now, it sure sounded interesting. And he would have been content to leave it at that if that smell hadn't reached his nose. The fragrance was sweet, with some kind of floral hint to it. The more he examined the scent, the more he recognized the almost sugary smell of purity and untainted innocence.

Of course, if his ears were anything to be trusted, that innocence was rapidly being stolen away.

Such a shame. He could almost taste the soul...

Except, there wasn't one.

The being muttered a curse under his breath and darted towards the source of the noise. Those humans...! Not just silly, not stupid! They were utterly foolish!

The double doors slammed against the walls on either side of the doorframe as he made his entrance. His high heeled books clicked on the tiled floors, his aura drifting and billowing around him like a cape. The dim light provided by candles flickered as he walked past.

But those candles obviously weren't the only light source in the room.

A blinding light beamed brilliantly from the farthest corner of the room. Several humans in robes were gathered around the source of the light, chattering excitedly and prodding it with tools. One man was curious enough to try and touch the thing with his bare hands.

He instantly scrambled backwards, howling in pain.

Some others, clearly much smarter than their predecessor, pulled on gloves before attempting to make contact with the glowing object. There were similar results; the gloves barely hindered the holy burns.

The dark being had seen, heard, and smelt enough when another shriek came from the corner. It was a much smaller voice than that of the men, and it seemed to be rapidly loosing strength. The bright eyed monster hurriedly pushed the man aside and knelt before the admittedly small source of light.

"Now, now. There's no need for that. I'll take care of this. Can you close your eyes for me?" He asked in a deep, smooth voice. A panicked cry was his response. Droplets of water and blood fell to the floor. "Shh, shh! I know, I know. They've been so mean to you-"

"Who is this man?!" Someone demanded behind him. Similar shouts arose, but he paid them no mind.

"I will help you, little one. Close your eyes." The light dimmed slightly, and he took that as an affirmative.

With that, he stood and turned to the crowd of people. Some of them were shouting some nonsense about granting them glory, or making them immortal. Tsk, fools. Someone was begging for mercy. Only slightly better. One person was half way out the door.

"Now that just won't do." He was across the room in an instant, and the 'runner' dropped to the ground, dead on impact. "You miserable humans should know better than to go messing around in what's far beyond your control." A small smirk flitted over his lips. He hadn't had fun like this in awhile.

Oh look. That one man just wet himself.

Pathetic, really.

He started forward with deadly speed and accuracy, sometimes tearing off limbs, sometimes lobing off heads, maybe ripping out a tongue or two. The shadow carried on this way. His darkness was so great, it almost drowned out the flickering light in the corner. It continued on this way until all of the humans were eternally silenced.

He licked the last of their cheap souls off his lips and fingertips, utterly disgusted by their taste but satisfied. At last, he turned to the rapidly dimming light.

"You can open your eyes now. Are you alright?" He once again knelt before the smaller being. Finally, the source of light was dark enough that one could see what had been hidden underneath.

A small, trembling child emerged, dressed in a silky white toga. He couldn't have been older than six; his limbs were thin and pale, and he appeared extraordinarily short. Small, bloodied wings sprouted from his back. His hair was a bluish gray color, and his left eye was a sparkling sapphire blue. Sadly, it appeared as though his right eye had been damaged by the humans.

"You didn't tell me to cover my ears. Their screaming was unpleasant," he complained quietly, though his voice quivered and he gave shuddering breaths. He was obviously having trouble breathing.

"Sorry for making such a mistake, little angel," he apologized. He obviously wasn't sincere. "What are you doing here?"

"T-they dragged us d-down here," the child suddenly became much more afraid, his shimmering glow instantly increasing.

"Hey, shh. Shh. You're safe now. Do you know how they dragged you down?" The boy silently shifted to the side. Where he had previously sat, several ancient looking runes were revealed.

"Tsk. Fools," the shadow growled. "Humans shouldn't meddle outside of their capabilities." He turned back to the gasping child. "How old are you?"

"F-five," the blue eyed boy managed. A small hand came up to his chest.

"Oh, you poor thing. You're practically a baby." He wanted to laugh at the miserable thing. Angels aged significantly slower than most other immortal beings, and they weren't even considered a teenager until they reached fifty. "Hey. What's wrong with your wings?" He extended a clawed hand.

"D-demon," the boy muttered warily. The elder being carefully ran his hands over the clipped and burnt feathers.

"You use your protection wards against the humans, but not against me? How strange. Have I gained your trust, little one?" He was genuinely surprised. Angels were usually equipped with the ability to burn any unwanted touches until they reached the age of ten. This little boy could have easily scalded him, or even sent him back to Hell.

"I-I...!" The boy gasped. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he suddenly slumped sideways.

"!" The demon hurriedly reached out and caught the boy. He sat there for a moment and thoughtfully watched the child's pained rasps and shuddering chest. Making up his mind, he gently gripped the boy's shoulders and knees. The two carefully rose from the ground. Not entirely surprisingly, the boy whimpered weakly when his wings were shifted. His hands twitched up to grab the demon's clothes.

"You're quite strange, little angel."

And with that, the demon brought the child out of the dark room.

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A/N: I need some ideas for what to do with little angel!Ciel. I have the next two chapters written, but any suggestions would be a great help...