#carolinestrick

"That’s right," he nodded. "You see, Ciel was known as the Queen’s Guard Dog. He took on the cases that Scotland Yard couldn’t solve. He did her majesty’s bidding and her dirty work. He was the lord of the London Underworld. He regulated much of the drug trade and everything else with the help of a chinese man named Lau. Lau ran opium dens and he kept Ciel in constant knowledge of what came in, and went out of the country. Most of what he dealt with though was murder cases more often than not. Though he was a child, he was a force to be reconed with."

The demon thought for a moment, his thoughts going back as if he were rewinding an old film reel he’d watched a million times. “Most mornings I’d wake him and he’d grumble a bit. He was never a morning person… that’s part of why I laugh to myself at you sometimes in the mornings when you fuss at me. I see so much of him in you, even though time has transended.” He glanced in his mirrors again, the road behind them littered here and there with cars, though they seemed to be leading the pack so to speak; the road ahead of them was clear. “I’d serve him his tea in bed and he’d drink it as I picked out his clothes. Once he was done I’d get him ready for his day. Normally we’d do his studies in the mornings, or his work from the toy company, depending on what was more pressing, though if he ever recieved a letter from the queen, that took presidence over all else.”