Ceil Phantomhive was an impossibly lonely boy. Orphaned at 10 by murder- he was left to a large estate. All alone. So the child lived on, supported by means of the queen who pitied the son of her most trusted watchdog. But all the same- poor Ceil was still ever so lonely. So one day as he studied the books of creations in the vast yet seldom used library- he came across a peculiar spell. One that allowed the creator to make a creature that would fulfill the creators exact wished and or uses for it. That is, if you recited your wish as you cast the spell.

So Ceil decided he was at such a point- where he would gladly try even something that came out of a dusty old book. The requirements for this spell were a pentagram drawn in charcoal, a slip of paper stating his wish, (and depending on your type of creation he wanted) a bucket of things similar or partial to his creation, and then alls that was left was to recite the spell and then his wish.

"-I want someone whom I can love and will love me back!"

He shouted to the diagram- wishing and hoping it would work. And surely enough in the midst of a swirl of black charcoal dust and red aura- a human-like shape developed. From the bucket of items, things came into view as details. Ravens feathers created a soft mop of hair. A bit of porcelain stretched into a tall frame of a man. A swatch of silk and one of cotton covered the man in a splendid suit, complete with pristine white gloves. And one last prominent feature- his redish-pink eyes glowed- made from a few gem stones Ceil found quite mesmerizing.

"Good evening- Ceil."

The creature grinned at the obviously stunned child. Surely his creator couldn't have been older than 12, right? Because Ceil, his creator, was shaking like a leaf, terrified of him it seemed. His cerulean blue eyes glittered with hints of wonder and fright. He chuckled and leaned down slowly- as not to frighten Ceil- and plucked him from the ground. At first the child struggled franticly- trying to wriggle loose.

"P-put me down-!"

"Ah, but if I did that,"

He mused, entertained by his master,

"You might catch cold. After all- it is the middle of winter."

"What does the season have to do with anything?!"

He howled, simply flailing at that point. But the creature only held onto his creator tighter. After all- he owed this child his very life- for putting him together out of scraps- albeit- good scraps.

"Please calm down, Young Master."

He purred- shifting Ceil into a better carrying position. The boy settled a bit- seeing that the demon-like creature meant him no harm, maybe even revered him. He sort of rolled over in the demons arms- looking up at his work. He was truly handsome, as expected. Ceil had read over the spell at least 15 times before he set out to gather the necessary items.

The feathers from his collection, the porcelain from one of his mothers long broken dolls- which he had used to love dearly, the fabric from a tattered outfit of his father's- which he remembered him wearing on one of his birthdays, and the gem-stones from a jewelry box he had found hidden away some were. There were other things like sugar and cinnamon- so that maybe he might smell nice? As far as Ceil could tell- he smelled faintly of fresh sweets. There had also been roses- ones he'd found and raised on the grounds and brought inside during the winter months like these. A few pearls that Ceil suspected becoming the demons flawless smile. As well as books. The small Phantomhive had put in books or pages of old books- of all sorts- in hopes his creation would be smart or at least well versed. His demon certainly LOOKED smart, condescending even.

And in his creation- there was a poem he quite liked.

I will hold you gently

With me you shall not weep

With me fear not, my darling

For tomorrow I'll still be here

For I am here for only- and only for your

Love

Ceil had thought it was appropriate to have such a poem relate to the one he'd want to love. It just seemed natural.

"Master-"

The demon cooed at him- laying Ceil in one of the many beds Ceil never bothered to use.

"I believe I have the right to know why, exactly, I was created. Yes?"

Because after all- he could not fulfill his purpose if he didn't know what it was, could he? Ceil eyed him skeptically- with a small blush gracing his cute little cheeks.

"Master?"

Ceil blushed a bit more, before coughing a bit. This worried the creature. When he was created- whether ceil had been in the knowledge of it or not- he had included things that told him about his master. Like a bit of an old notebook that held his health records had fallen in with a poem that Ceil seemed to like. So he knew that the boy had bad health, and was quite fragile. Along with a bit of an old blanket with the silk and cotton that told him Ceil had frequent nightmares as well.

"Ceil… do you feel well?"

This surprised the little Phantomhive, because never in two years had someone asked him that. He nodded a bit before grasping the creatures' sleeve. He didn't want to be alone that day- because he didn't have to be. The demon smiled softly and petted his creators head.

"Will you not tell me my purpose, Ceil?"

Ceil buried his face in the demons coat pensively, trying to decide if it was wise to tell him.

"….. Love me….."

He whispered barely loud enough for the creature to hear. It only surprised the creature a bit- because he hadn't missed how much effort Ceil had put forth to make him, and how much hope he seemed to carry in his small heart. So he nodded kindly and crouched down to the boy's level and smiled.

"And my name?"

Ceil thought a bit and then said deliberately-

"Sebastian Michelis."

Ok! i wrote this to be a multiple chapter story- but i wont update if you all don't reveiw! id like 5, plz n' thanksies~!