Author's Note: This story starts of in third person POV, but it will soon be my cliche first person(OC) pov. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshirsuji, Sebastian or Claude. If i owned Sebastian, then he would have to take off his shirt on every episode of Black Butler, so...
I own Azalea Bellatrix Draconia and all my OCs. I also own the plot to a great extent.
Chapter 1 : Those Butlers; they're Demons
Azalea shifted in her bed as the bright morning sunlight hit her face. She pulled the covers over her head and tried to go back to sleep.
"My Lady; that will not work. You have to wake up." A male's voice came her ears. It was deep and arresting.
"Your Highness, please. Get up and wipe that sleep off your eyes." Another male voice. That too, was deep and arresting.
"Ugghhh…" she grabbed two pillows, one at a time, and threw them in the direction of either voice. A soft thud each time said that the owners of the voices had caught the pillows.
"Damn you both…" she turned onto her chest and buried her face into the pillow.
"My Lady, if you don't wake up now…" the first voice trailed off.
"Then we'll have to use force on you…" the second voice supplied.
"Sebastian, Claude… when can I kill you both?" Azalea asked as she sat up on her bed unwillingly.
"Not too soon, I guess." Sebastian replied with a mocking tone.
"You can try, but don't be harsh on yourself once you fail." Claude added haughtily.
"I'll make sure I make your deaths as painful as possible…" Azalea eyed either butler grudgingly.
-bittersweet vengeance-
It had been five years since the contract had been made. Within that year, she had recognized two contracted two demons. One, after the murder of her family. The second, after the death of her fiancé. She looked at either one as she recalled the past.
Sebastian Michaelis was a tall, attractive demon-man with blood-red glimmering eyes and black hair set into large stylish bangs set around his pale, pointed face; his lips always upturned into a crooked smirk. Claude was also an attractive demon-man with fringed blue-black hair, and glowing amber-golden eyes. He had a flat chin and angular face, and his expression was always stoic; emotionless. In her opinion, either one was handsome and scary at the same time. She liked them both immensely, nevertheless.
Both the demons stood in front of her in their almost-alike butler suits, waiting upon her.
She lived alone in her huge mansion now. Aside the two butlers, there were no other people working there or living alongside her.
Her parents had been killed many years ago, when she was only fifteen. And now she wanted revenge.
Sebastian claimed that her mother had formed a contract with him right before she died. The terms of her contract being the protection and safety of her daughter in exchange for her soul. Tears streamed down her face when she understood that her mother had given up heave for her sake. That had been the time Sebastian had comforted her against everything in the world. He had saved her from turning suicidal. She had tried often though.
She had a fiancé, Damien Frederickson. She loved him immensely. The man with the green eyes and messed up brown hair was her only person worth living for. He had also loved her "more than life itself" as he placed it. He, however, did not approve of Sebastian. She did not mind, always assuring that he was just her butler, nothing more. Truth be told, she hated lying to him. But, nevertheless, she could not talk about the butler's demonic nature to him.
And then, one fall evening, he went out and never came back. She stayed up till twelve fifty, waiting for him. Then, Sebastian offered to go look for him. She insisted to come as well, but he refused flatly. It was as if he sensed something was wrong, and wouldn't let her get to it. When he returned, he carried a bleeding blanket in his arms, wrapping it to conceal something. As soon as he set it down, she had rushed over to see what it was.
It was Damien's possessions…his clothes and other accessories that he had on him the evening he set out.
He was dead.
And she had passed out.
Sebastian had carried her back to her bedroom and set her down on the bed. That was exactly when another demon entered the house, and followed him upstairs.
She had gotten over shock after two days, and she finally gained consciousness. As soon as she saw the other butler, Claude Faustus, he questioned who he was. He replied that her fiancé had formed a contract with him just before he breathed his last, hoping that the woman he loved would learn to live without him, move on and find another man so that she could carry on the business without him, and still be happy; in exchange for his soul.
And that made her burst into tears hysterically. Both butlers tried to comfort her but in vain. All that Sebastian had controlled so far; all that he had managed to make her 'forget' came back. Now she grieved the man she loved along with her parents. She grieved and wailed and screamed for a week on stretch. Whenever either butler approached her, she became homicidal, screaming gibberish about 'killing all scum' and 'stabbing everyone to death'. Both butlers had to use force on her; Claude holding her down while Sebastian knocked her out with a press to the side of her neck.
Days, weeks, months and years passed, with Azalea becoming more stable as time went by. Her butlers had become her only faith in life. She couldn't do a thing without them. They did everything for her. One made the bed while the other prepared her bath. One brought her food while the other placed her slippers on her feet. One dressed her up while the other fixed her hair. One stayed to protect and care for her, while the other made sure she was happy.
The two demons themselves weren't always on the best of terms with each other. Sebastian felt he had the bigger responsibility, but had received a weak soul; that of a half-dead woman. Claude, on the other hand, felt that the other demon hoped and asked for too much, which, in his golden eyes, the other did not deserve.
Yes. It's not only that they didn't get along. They practically hated each other.
Moreover, they had to work together. They had to see each other each morning, in the mistress' bedroom when they went to wake her, till they tucked her back in for a good night's sleep. Both demons severely despised their lives.
But their mistress was, as they had to admit, very interesting. Yes, she would try and 'kill' them now and then. But truth be told, she actually toyed with them most of the time. Her behavior, the fact that she was a female heir and the thing that she lived alone in a house with two butlers and no maids; were highly frowned upon by the society. But it seemed like the young girl did not even spare a thought about what the conservative and sexist population of Victorian England thought about her. They did not dare raise a finger on her while talking to her face to face. When told that she was being criticized behind her back, she simply shrugged it off, saying that what she did not hear did not hurt her.
After all, she was a Duchess now, and owner of one of the biggest pharmaceutical and jewellery businesses in the world.
But what both butlers knew was that their mistress was not a rude or indecent woman at all. She hated being indebted to her mother and her fiancé for the sacrifice they made for her sake. She was now handling the business of the Draconia family as well as that of her fiancé's family, the Fredericks' business. Damien had been the only heir of their jewellery business' branch in London, which had another equally large branch in the American state of Virginia. She was a young girl who faced the hardships of life with a straight face. She was a duchess and the owner of two of Britain's rich businesses along with serving her Queen with extreme loyalty. Her sorrow; she kept locked within her. Sometimes, only her butlers got a glimpse of her homicidal attitudes. But, they would survive, wouldn't they? They were demons, after all.
A/N: all my OCs tend to be sleep-freaks, ne? Uhh, I don't know whether that turned out well or not...please review and let me know!
