Prologue the First—
Three years. It had been three years since that day, the day he became what he was. In a way, he was grateful to Hannah Annafellows, but he did hate her… in a way.
Of course, he would rather not have had his soul eaten; at least, that's what he had thought when the contract first began. Since then, he had managed to come to grips with the idea, but he still had not looked forward to the time that he would become his demon's dinner. Hannah Annafellows had "saved" him from such a fate, but had also subjected him to complete and utter BOREDOM. Most days, Ciel just watched the human world. That is what demons did—watch humanity, looking for prey. Demons existed to do two things—watch the souls being tortured and make sure punishment was doled out properly and watch humanity to see who wanted a contract. For the first time, Ciel understood why Sebastian had commented that humans were boring at the beginning of the contract. Humans were monotonous, humans were tired, humans were the same, day in and day out, and they followed their little routines. Watching the beings he had once counted himself among was almost more boring than the drone of his History and Politics tutor.
The young demon flicked his blue-black hair out of his eyes and sighed. "Young master," a voice, one all too familiar to Ciel, said. "Could you perhaps be growing bored?" A note of amusement colored Sebastian's voice.
Ciel scowled. Even after four years, he did not understand how Sebastian could tell almost exactly what he was thinking.
Prologue the Second—
Elizabeth was listening to her tutor, but it was hard. All she thought of was the boy she had met at lunch. He was nice enough, but Elizabeth didn't want the arranged marriage.
"It's been three years, Lizzy. It's time to start looking for a new fiancé," her mother had said to her. "It's time to move on."
"No!" Elizabeth had shouted. "I still love Ciel! I can't marry someone else!" She had choked back her tears. "And call me Elizabeth," Lizzy was the name she had reserved for Ciel and Ciel only.
Elizabeth decided something, right there as her tutor talked endlessly. She would go to drastic measures to avenge Ciel, to escape a marriage she couldn't agree to, and to feel complete again. Yes, she would do all this—and she would do so by calling a demon. She didn't know if it would work, but it was the last thing she could do.
Elizabeth smoothed her dark blue dress. She had taken to wearing dark, dreary, mourning colors since Ciel's death.
Elizabeth stood up. "I'm sorry," she said, I'm not feeling well. I am going to my room," she exited the room without waiting for an answer from her tutor.
It was time. Time to avenge her beloved Ciel.