I sigh a long, exasperated sigh. I haven't had a contract in years, at least fifty, I am hungry for a delicious soul. I relax, allowing my mind to focus on finding someone summoning me.
Suddenly the words ring in my mind, "No one comes to our rescue. There's no such thing as God." I immediately know, a demon can be useful here. I go to pull the conscious of the young boy in need into my mind to sign a contract with him but instead I am pulled into the thoughts of another demon.
"You have summoned me," the other demon's voice echoes. "This fact will not change for eternity. What has been sacrif-"
"Excuse me," I interrupt. "I'll take over here, you may excuse yourself you lowly bird."
"Lowly?!" the bird demon shouts at me. "How dare you? This one is mine." His crimson red eyes glare at my greenish yellow ones.
"Well, I think I deserve this one," I say before returning my attention to the boy. "Sign a contract with me and I will follow your every order im exchange for your soul once our contract is over."
"You do this in such an informal and inappropriate way!" barked the other demon then he proceeds to restate what I just said in fancier words.
The boy simply looks around. He begins to speak slowly, "I don't care which of you I form a contract with, just form me one."
At those words both the other demon and I claim the boy, both our hands over his left eye. We leave a pentagram, glowing green, over his eye, at that moment I realized, I had formed a joint contract. How in hell would this work out?
"Kill them!" the boy ordered. The other demon took the order and the attackers lay dead on the floor when we materialize in front of the boy. "I am Ceil Phantomhive. Who are you two?"
"I am whatever, whoever, you want. You may choose my name." The other demon and I spoke in unison before we glared at each other. He had taken the form of a slender butler with hair black as midnight and eyes red as fresh blood. Without realizing it I had taken the form of a maid with hair the color of an orange tabby cat and eyes green as emeralds. I am going to be a servant of a young boy, how humiliating.
The young boy looked at the butler, "You will be Sebastian." Then his eyes shot to me and he thought for a moment, "...and you shall be Gabrielle. "
It has been two years since that day. I have grown accustomed to serving the young boy and protecting him. Yet, there is one thing I still dislike... that damned butler.
(Author's Note: Sorry this chapter is short, I'm just setting up the storyline. )