“Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's first law of equivalent exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one and only truth.”
“If he made a ripple in the long, long lazy life of a demon, then Alois Trancy's soul also was worth cracking open, per...haps.”
“Passion to insincerity, lies to reality, a stray dog into an Earl. That is...'s but...ler.”
“Ciel Phantomhive, I will pierce your soft skin with my needle... and slowly suck out your sensual soul.”
“*to Sebastian* Say, have your demonic senses weakened after devoting too much to that human's soul?”
“Passion to calm, hesitation to resolve, love to gravestones. That is the Trancy butler.”
“I simply have a hell of a desire to devour you, Master.”
“For a mere butler, to go that far... Don't worry, Young Master. The menial soul that can give love to one is only a butler.”
“*teasing Sebastian* A demon and a butler... I am one too.”
“Master.. I will always stay by your side. Day and night, sugar and salt, living and dead, impure and pure.”
“*to Sebastian* To touch something that is meant to transport food with one's shoes is a disgrace for a butler!”
“*to Alois* I am your loyal servant. Even if you do not try to attract my attention, I want to greedily devour you to the very end.”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
“Everyone, everything is happy!”
“*to Ciel* Oh, so we were not going to the restroom together?”
“*to Luka* They should all die! All of them! Everything, annihilated!”
“My heart was entwined in a spider web. You'll always be my Highness. I wanted your love.”
“How does my blood smell? Do you want to devour me now?”
“*to Claude* Then show me those eyes. Not the eyes of those villagers who looked as if they'd seen a pile of vomit. Not the old man's greedy, inflamed eyes. That day, those eyes. Those eyes that longed only for me, Claude.”
“*to Claude* You are...you yourself are...My Highness!”