A bright crescent hung low behind the London bridge. Sitting on the stone edges was a lone animal, its inky black fur sleek, shining. Its tail swished and curled behind it like an aphoristic shadow, the cat's shimmering gold eyes scanning across the horizon.

A tall man appeared beside the creature in a plume of red flames and putrid smoke. His long blonde hair flew freely about his waist, mint-green eyes locked onto the tiny creature before him. He reached out to stroke the animal, ropy muscles twitching in his arm.

"Adela," he spoke in his rich voice, "whatever are you doing here?" The feline curled her tail in the air prissily, her eyes turning to meet his own.

"As if I would tell you, Allister," her voice swirled through the air as if disembodied.

"Traveling inter-dimension-ally is not something you can control. So the King must have sent you back to me." The slick black fur of the female bristled as she jerked away from the man. Her eyes blazed with indignation.

"Damn demon. Of course not. I am an ancient creature here on business. The King has found a disturbance in the balance of this world. It has nothing to do with a creature such as yourself." In a swirl of dark shimmering shadows, the cat contorted into the shape of a woman.

The woman stood tall at about 5 feet 8, her long hair falling past her knees. Half up and half down, braids and large beads were woven through the black locks. Her creamy skin spread across dainty features, her face small and sprite-like. Only her eyes were large, the golden orbs encased delicately in long black lashes.

She stood almost completely naked, her breasts and private areas covered by rippling shadows. Golden swirls of tattoos spanned from her forearm to her jaw. Ignoring the creature before her, Adela gazed across the Thames.

"1889. Such a lovely time period to have been sent to."

"I have work to do, dear," the demon spoke, turning away from the woman, "I don't have time for your nostalgic ways." Adela waved her hand in the air dismissively as he turned towards the shadows.

"I will call for you as I need, Allister." As the man began to dissolve among the darkness, his eyes glowed magenta briefly.

"Yes, my Goddess."

Through the winding streets of London, down into the richer part of the city, a young, blue-haired boy stood just inside a large window, looking at the moon. His visible blue eye shone in the dim candle light.

"My Lord, it is late."

The earl turned to look at his butler. Sebastian, he had named those years ago. Dark hair, dark clothes, dark soul, yet such a beautifully made creature… All befitting of a demon, he mused. Said butler's wine colored eyes gazed down at him.

"Indeed, it is late," the little lord spoke, turning back to the view his townhouse presented him with. "I cannot sleep. May as well have worked." He gestured behind himself passively, arrays of paper spread in organized heaps across a large mahogany desk.

"I see…"

Sebastian moved to stand behind him, his limbs moving silently, elegantly, and ever-predatory. He looked out the same window as his lord.

"Such a lovely sight, my Lord. Just perfect for something to present itself, no?"

Yes, the earl thought, so very perfect. Just like the night I called upon you.

Arthor's Note: Hello! This is NKC. Yes, yes, this is my first story posted here. I wrote (for those of you oldies) for Quizilla for years before it was removed as I site. I lost so many stories I had written, and I stopped writing fan fiction for a long time. I took to editing and beta-reading. However, I feel it is time to begin again! Now, I am looking for ideas. I have so many rattling around in my brain for this. I guess that comes with being on hiatus for so long. Please review, and let me know what you think!