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     It was a warm day in London; the February sun was keeping the usual early spring chills from the light breeze that swept across the Phantomhive estate. Although winter was quite over yet, the song birds had begun to return to the outskirts of London, as Finnian had yet to destroy the gardens with his inhuman strength—yet. The tall butler clad in black watched the driveway in front of the manor from a window, his crimson eyes holding slight sorrow. It was Valentine's Day and that meant... "Sebastian, the carriage is here, so I'll be leaving now," said the boy in blue. He was thirteen-year-old, Earl Ciel Phantomhive. "Yes, my Lor

     The smell of wartime — death, sickness, sorrow, and most importantly, demons. The creatures that everyone fears and often hates. They steal away the souls of beloved humans to keep their own sorry existences alive. But, what you don't know is that not all demons cause chaos...       Day eleven. Sebastian won yet another battle this morning in only a couple of hours; it's a new record for him and the fifth win in a row. It makes me depressed to know that I can't watch him in action. Sometimes, early in the morning, he'll go off before everyone awakens and practices with his musket; s