When 10 year old, Ciel Phantomhive's parents die, he accidentally makes a deal with a demon. Read on as their story unfolds and relationships are made!
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"Daddy! Mommy! Wake up!" Ciel climbed up onto his parents beds.
Ciel Phantomhive, child of Vincent Phantomhive and Rachel Dallas. He was born on December 14, 1875. Betrothed to his cousin Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordella Midford.
Ciel shook his parents "Wake up!" he whined, "It's my birthday!"
Ciel was turning ten today, double digits, he was growing into a beautiful young man, his beautiful blue eyes, so innocent, so full of happiness. He had bluish-black short hair, his bangs joining in between his eyes. His perfectly proportioned body was outfitted in an off-white nightgown.
Rachel grabbed Ciel and pulled him into a deep hug, she looked down at him and said with a smile. "Happy birthday my young boy, my young handsome boy." Then she placed the gentlest of kisses upon his head.
Ciel wrapped his arms around his mother and buried his head against her bosom, his father reached over and petted his hair with a gentle, rough hand.
"It's my birthday!" Ciel exclaimed as he looked up into his fathers eyes.
Vincent chuckled and placed his hand on top of his sons head. "Happy birthday, son. I am going to make you a special breakfast today." He sat up and swung himself out of bed, putting on his slippers he picked up Ciel and told him to wait in the kitchen.
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Ciel was sitting on a stack of books placed on a dinning room chair. He was bouncing in his seat as he waited for his dad to dress and come down the stairs.
He was repeating the words "Cake" in his mind, he knew his father wouldn't make him cake for breakfast, but he could wish.
His father came down the stairs wearing a neat suit
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"Ciel," He said with a joyful tone. "I have decided that your mother will teach you how to cook." And of course, his mother came down the stairs in an elegant gown.
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His mother looked at him with a kind blue eye and said, "I shall teach you how to make apple pancakes with apple-wood smoked bacon." She smile at him as he giddily jumped at the thought of being able to make his own breakfast.
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