It was warm, pleasantly warm.

Shouldn't it be dark and painful? Not warm and comforting, yet strangely familiar.

The boy pinched his eyes shut tighter before slowly opening them, expecting a gruesome sight of tormented souls and a pair of sadistic, demonic eyes but was greeted with something completely different.

"This is...my room" he sat up slowly, looking around at the old style Victorian room he had slept in for the extent of his life, tucked into the neat plush sheets of his bed in his usual sleep attire; a white night shirt.

This wasn't right, this was nothing like he had expected.

"Good morning, My Lord."

Quick reflexes led Ciel's sight right to the large window who's curtains the very demon controlling his soul drew every morning.

"Sebastian what is the meaning of this?" the younger growled in fury at the mean trickery being played on him.

"What do you mean, My Lord?" Sebastian slowly drew closer to the bed.

"Shouldn't I be in hell or where ever you reside? I doubt the term 'Hell on Earth' is meant to be taken this literally" Ciel sneered at the composed butler, tearing the sheets off his thin frame and beginning to burst off the bed before feeling a cold hand on his shoulder.

"My dear master are you feeling ill?" Ciel's face become enraged.

"Don't play me like an idiot!" a loud slapping sound echoed in the room as Sebastian withdrew with a stinging, red cheek. There was a long pause as Ciel looked at his butler with dark eyes. "Was the deal not fulfilled? Did you drag me through last night just to get my hopes up?"

"My Lord" Sebastian keeled to the ground with one arm cross around his chest. "Breakfast will be served in 10 minutes. This morning dish includes Early Grey Tea, toast with a light butter spread and poached eggs" with that, the butler stood and left.

Ciel growled in frustration, "That's not what I asked" he said and threw one of the fine pillows from his bed at the door.

It took a few minutes for Ciel to calm his head, feeling a wheel of emotions from waking up like any other morning when he was never meant to have another morning like this again. The boy slowly slipped out of bed and looked out the window. Simple green scenery just like every other day. Perfectly trimmed trees flowers standing tantalizingly for butterflies to hover over in a scene that looked like a painting.

"This must be a dream" Ciel ran his hand over the right side of his face and into dark locks of hair.

He began to pace slowly, back and forth, back and forth until he finally stopped in front of a mirror. He looked at his own reflection with wide eyes.

"The seal.."

It was gone.