Ciel Phantomhive feels nothing, anymore. Not a single thread of empathy clung to the young demon. He chuckles to himself as he remembers that Sebatian was still destined to be his servant 'till the end of time. That didn't mean that he couldn't hurt him, deprive him, love him, hold him... for as long as they still stood as creatures of the night, rules are bent, broken and decayed to the point of endangerment. His strength is mighty, his wit percise and his shadow hidden from all the world.
Ciel's path in coping with his new life as a demon.