This will contain elements of Black Butler, Highschool DxD, Supernatural and Constantine.

You have been warned.

See Ya - TheGirlyDJ.

She didn't know why they had taken her with them, but she did know she hated it. She hated the pristine white walls of the church, hated how the priest babble on and she hated the people who had brought her here.

So at the first chance she got, she left. Not like they would notice away.

She walked through the church, bordely looking around until she got to the graveyard at the back.

Here, she looked around at the beautiful gravestones that decorated the ground, taking in the peaceful atmosphere.

Until she fell through the ground, that is.

She landed with a thud, breath getting knocked out of her in the process.

She laid there for a bit, trying to process what just happened when she heard it.

"...Please."

She stiffened.

"H-Hello?"

"... Help… Me."

The voice sounded so weak, so desperate. She couldn't ignore it, so she followed it.

She walk through the dark stone corridor, following the sound of the distinctly female voice that seemed to come from inside her head.

After walking for what seemed like hours, until she finally came to the end.

She stared into the darkness as she placed her hand on the cold stone she knew was in front of her.

"What do I do now?!"

"...Blood."

She frowned in confusion.

"Blood?"

"...The door… Needs blood… To open."

Her confusion cleared when she heard that.

"Oh."

She took her hand of the stone, taking the knife she had stolen from her uncle out of her pocket, flicking it open and running it over the palm of her hand, drawing blood.

Her pain tolerance was much higher than it should have been thanks to her so called 'family'.

She placed her now blood soaked hand on the stone.

Almost instantly, what looked like an elaborate pentagram began to shine a bright, bloody red on the wall, forcing her to shield her eyes with her other arm.

When the light died down enough, she removed her arm, blinking a couple of times to get used to the light.

The wall began to split, making her remove her hand and look at the wall in wonder.

"...Come."

The voice didn't sound threatening, more like weak and tired, so she did as it asked.

The door closed behind her, making her whip around as the only source of light disappeared.

Torches began to light up on the walls of the run, casting a golden light in the dark room.

She looked around.

The room was the size of a ballroom, with six stone pillars holding the unseen ceiling up. The walls of the room was decorated with countless symbols, most of she recognise. But it was what was in the center of the room that caught her attention.

It was a woman. Surrounding her was a pentagram identical to the one that had been on the door, only much, much bigger. She was kneeling, only her knees weren't touching the ground, but rather suspenden a little above it. This was due to the thick shackles around her wrists, two long chains holding her arms spread to the sides above her head, thereby also keeping her knees above the ground. She was only wearing a top that only covered as much as a bra and a pair of very short shorts, her long crimson hair almost touching the floor because of her slumped position, as much as the chains would allow anyway. There was shackles around her ankles as well, attached to the floor. A thick metal collar around her throat, also attached to the floor. Dried blood could be seen on her chin and on the floor around her.

She stared at the gruesome sight before her, unable to move as she took in the cruel way the woman had been chained, because the fresh blood dripping steadily down her arms, throat and coming from her ankles indicated something was going straight through her limbs. Probably some type of rod to make sure the woman couldn't just take of her restraints.

The woman took a rasping breath, a bit of blood coming out of her mouth as she did, lifting her head a bit and allowing her to see her blood-red left eye, the right covered by her hair.

"...So."

She jumped, surprised the woman could speak.

"You came. I didn't think you would."

She nodded hesitantly.

"Y-You needed help. I couldn't just do nothing."

The woman seemed to study her, before she gave her a soft smile.

"What is your name, child?"

She blinked, before she hesitantly answered.

"I… Don't know. All I've ever been called is 'Freak' or 'girl'."

The woman frowned, anger flashing in her eye before it disappeared, her smile back in place.

"Well then, why don't I give you a name?"

She thought about it for a bit. On one hand, she had only meet this woman a few minutes. On the other, she had always wanted a name…

"...Okay."

The woman's smile changed to a grin.

"Excellent. How about… Adriane?"

She pondered it.

"Adriane…"

The newly named Adriane smiled.

"I like it."

"Good."

She looked at the woman in curiosity and worry.

"What's your name Miss? And… Why are you down here?"

The woman gave her another smile.

"My name is Twilight Morningstar, little one. And as for why I'm down here…"

The smile on the woman's face changed to a smirk.

"I'm the daughter… Of The Devil."

She looked at the little witch in front of her as what she just said sank in, watching with some amusement as her bright green eyes widened, not in fear as she had expected, but in wonder.

"Really?"

The curiosity in Adriane's voice was clear.

She smiled.

"Indeed, Adriane."

The girl nodded, seemingly accepting her answer.

"What can I do?"

She blinked.

"What?"

"You needed help right? What can I help with?"

She stared at the girl, before answering.

"You can free me. But, why would you help me? I'm a Devil, the Root of all Evil, the Torturer of the Damned, the Heir to the Throne of Hell. Why would you help something like that?"

There was no anger or mock in her voice, only curiosity.

The girl looked at her with determent eyes.

"I don't care. I'm a Freak, an unnatural thing that doesn't deserve to live. Nobody cares about me. You gave me a name and you're just as unnatural as I am. I don't want to just leave you here. Besides, I don't know the way out."

The girl grinned at her cheekily at the last thing.

She was shocked. Shocked at how this little girl, who couldn't be more than five at most, called herself a freak.

Then she gave a weak chuckled.

"If that is how you feel, then so be it."

She looked at the little girl with a serious look.

"I need you to sell me your soul."