"Yes, Young Master. Seems he did."  I assumed this man, Sebastian, was the boy's butler, because of the name he called him. He flared cutlery in his hands and rose into the air. This...couldn't be a demon, could it? Sebastian laughed as Grell joined him. "Be careful!" I called.

"You're not getting the soul of Ciel Phantomhive! He's my master, and I have made a contract to protect him!"

~Timeskip~

Grell lowered himself without a single scratch. "Oh, thank god you're okay!" I yelled hugging him. He returned the hug and kissed my head.

"I'm alright. It's okay..." I saw tears in his eyes.