Ciel's POV
The clock struck midnight, each chime echoing like a war drum in my chest. At last, it was time.
I rose from my chair and left the study, the halls silent but heavy with the promise of blood. My steps carried me to the chamber where Serena rested. She lay peacefully, untouched by the storm that awaited us. For a moment, I simply stood there, drinking in the sight of her—my anchor, my love.
Leaning down, I pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
"I will return to you," I whispered, voice low, steady. "Wait for me, my love."
Then I turned and left before my resolve could falter.
Outside the castle, shadows shifted and stirred as the Devil's Army assembled. Their armor gleamed faintly in the moonlight, rows of soldiers waiting for my command.
"It's time," I said, my voice ringing with purpose.
"Yes, Your Highness!" they answered as one, their cry cutting through the night.
And with that, we took flight, darkness itself carrying us toward the enemy's stronghold.
