The new face at Phantomhive Manor.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anybody but Myra, her family, and The King.
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Prologue: A new life.
A gun shot echoed through the air as a girl with shoulder length brown hair stood holding a hand gun. The thoughts of all her past killings were racing through her mind as she stood there. This girls name is Myra, ever since Myra was a kid she was always afraid of the supernatural, any kind of unnatural thing scared her to death. One day something went very wrong in her head, she didn't know what happened, but ever since that day she started killing people that had wronged her.
Myra continued to stand there, and stare at the man she had just killed. This man's name was James Madison. Myra kept thinking about what had happened right before she had shot him, she hit him over the head with the end of the gun knocking him out, and she did this so she wouldn't have to hear her father beg for her not to shoot. There he lay with blood running down his skull, and making a puddle of blood right next to his head. Myra started to shake.
"I'm so sorry dad, I had to do it. Forgive me." Myra whispered as she started to cry.
"My-my what have you done?"
Myra jumped and turned around; she was face to face with The King of hell himself. She tried to run, but she couldn't even move her own body.
"This is going to be a mess to clean up, but then all your other killings haven't been either."
"W-Who are you?" Myra looked into his eyes and saw that they were blood red.
"They call me The King."
"T-The King of what?"
"Hell."
Myra gulped, as The King put his hand behind her back guiding her out the door.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Well Myra, considering all the people that you have killed, I bet you can guess."
"Are you taking me to hell?"
"Yes I am."
"B-But I, it wasn't really me who did it, I was being possessed. I wasn't in control of my mind."
"Stop making excuses. You killed those people, so now you have to be punished."
"Anything but hell, please I-I can't even go to hell, I'm still human."
"Not for long." The king placed his hands on her head, and snapped her neck. Myra dropped to the ground. The king crouched down, touched Myra, and then stood back up. Myra opened her eyes, and stood up.
"What did you do?"
"Well you were right, you can't go to hell if you're a human, so I made you into a daemon."
"You did what!?" Myra ran back into the house and down the hall to the mirror. She looked into it only to discover that her eyes were a redish-orangeish color.
"Now, come Myra; it's time to go."
Myra walked back to The King, and stood next to him. He put his hand behind her back and led her out the door.
"How are we getting to hell?"
"I have opened a portal, but it won't stay open long."
"Oh." Myra never thought that she would go to hell. One of her worst nightmares was coming true.
They walked out the door and down the street for a little bit, when Myra saw a circular shape that was very bright. She looked up at The King, but he kept looking straight. When they arrived at the circular shape of light The King dropped his hand, and pushed Myra toward the circle.
"I didn't know that hell was going to be a light."
"Looks may be deceiving my faithful child."
"I'm not your child." Myra spat, she hated it when people took possession of her. She never belonged to anyone but herself.
"Oh, but you are my child, and you will always be my child for as long as you don't have a master, until then you are under my command." The King said with a malicious voice.
"How many children do you have?"
"Not enough. Although there is one particular child of mine that is extraordinary, he sometimes disobeys me, but I let it slide, because he is my best soul gatherer."
"What is his name?"
"You will find out soon enough. I think you and him will get along very well."
"How is that going to happen?"
"Conversation, now walk into the portal, before I have to open a new one." The King pushed Myra more towards the portal, and she was 2 feet from the opening.
She took ten steps and next thing she knew she was in pitch blackness. The King stepped in right after her, and he put his hand on her back again guiding her through the blackness. Someone, or something else touched her shoulder, and she jumped.
"Jonny, keep your hands off of the new girl." The King warned.
"Yes sir."
"Did you just say Jonny?" Myra asked
"Yes, and he is one of the people that you killed."
Myra winced as she said "How did he get here?"
"Not all the people that you killed did well in their lives."
"Oh."
Myra and The King continued to walk. Myra didn't really know where they were going, and it felt like they had been walking for a long while. They finally stopped after what felt like hours.
"Why have we stopped?" Myra asked, as she tried to hide how scared she was.
"There is no point to continue, it just goes on and on and on."
"Oh."
"Well now that you are here, I have some business to take care of." The King turned around on his heel and left Myra in the dark.
Myra found a wall, and slid down to the floor, with her knees up to her chest. She was thinking about what she had done. All those people's faces, them begging her not to do it, she felt all the hot sticky blood, as it hit her face when the gun went off. She continued to relive each and every life that she had taken away in the past 4 years. As Myra sat there a strange creature came up to her and started to sniff her, next thing she knows she is being licked.
"AHHHH!" Myra screamed as she tried to get the creature off of her.
"You damn dog, haven't I told you to not to attack strangers?" A tall man came walking up behind the creature, and pulled it off of her. As he pulled the creature off of her it ran away and whimpered.
"I am very sorry about that, he doesn't know how to control himself." The man held out his hand, but Myra just shook her head. Then he got down so he was eye level with her. "My name is Sebastian Michaelis, and that was my hell hound, Pluto." He said as he offered to shake her hand, she refused again.
"You don't have to be afraid of me; I'm not going to hurt you."
"You just stay away from me, I'm not like you, and I will never be." Myra said as she scooted away from Sebastian.
"I am not like most daemons. I-"
"JUST STOP TALKING TO ME!" Myra just wanted to be left alone.
"Sebastian, we are minding our own business aren't we?" The King asked as he walked over to them.
'Of course I am My King." Sebastian said as he stood up.
"I sure hope so; remember the last time you got into someone else's business?"
Sebastian just nodded and walked away. The King kneeled down to her level.
'What do you want from me?" Myra asked
"I only wanted to make sure that you were ok." The King spoke.
"Why do you care if I am ok? You just randomly showed up at my house, snapped my neck, and turned me into a demon, then brought me here." Myra chocked out, as she started to cry.
"Well, Myra, you must understand. Desperate times call for desperate measures."
"What do you mean?"
"I simply couldn't let you continue killing people, and then the reapers would have too much on their hands."
"Too bad. Something possessed me to kill all those people; it was like I was being controlled." Somewhere behind The King someone burst into laughter.
The King turned around, and that same person screamed. He turned back to face Myra. "You still had to be stopped, you would have killed the entire human race, and your father was the beginning of your 'killing spree'"
"Whatever." Myra curled up closer to the wall.
The King stood up, and walked away. Myra continued to think about her past, as she thought about her past she noticed that every time she killed, it was always during a full moon. She was trying to figure out why she killed during each full moon, but she couldn't think of a good enough reason.
She closed her eyes, hoping to forget about her killings, but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't forget. Someone walked up to her again, and knelt down by her side. She didn't feel like talking to anyone right now, she just wanted to be alone.
"I know how hard this is for you." Sebastian spoke
"No you don't."
"I remember my first time in hell; it wasn't very pleasant, worse than yours actually." As Sebastian spoke she could hear him grinning.
She looked up, and was face to face with him, their noses almost touching. Sebastian smirked, as Myra scooted a little bit away.
"How long have you been here?" Myra was always curious.
Before Sebastian answered, he chuckled. "Longer than I've wanted to, although I have been in and out with a couple of contracts."
"Contracts?"
"Yes. Humans often call demons to form a contract with them, depending on what the contract consists of, is what the demon has to do. After the contract is fulfilled the demon then gets to eat the human's soul."
"That's disturbing." Myra didn't like the idea eating someone's soul.
"Well, you get used to it."
'It's still disturbing. Why are you sitting by me?" Myra spat.
"I wanted to make you an offer."
"What kind of offer?"
"I don't want you to be scared as much." Sebastian spoke with somewhat of care in his voice
"What do you mean?"
Sebastian chuckled. "Hell isn't a place for new people, unless they have someone to watch over them."
"So you're saying you want to be my guardian?"
Sebastian looked into Myra's red eyes, and nodded.
"Wait, what are you going to gain from this?" Myra's curiosity got the best of her again.
"I simply want to make sure that you don't get hurt."
"There has to be a catch, my dad always told me to never trust something other than your own kind."
"Myra, did you forget what happened minutes ago?"
Myra hung her head. "Oh yeah."
"I have waited years for the perfect 'child', but no one came. Then once you entered the room with The King I knew you were perfect."
"But how? I just barley became a demon."
"I could feel that your aura was different."
"I don't understand."
"You will in time." Sebastian stood up, and stood against the wall.
"SEBASTIAN!"
Before he left, Myra herd him mutter something about Pluto. Myra lay down on the ground, and closed her eyes. When Myra opened her eyes, Sebastian was sitting right next to her.
"Have a good nap?" Sebastian asked as he looked down at her.
"Yeah I guess, didn't really sleep."
"Well now that you're a demon, you won't need much sleep."
"When was the last time you got sleep?" Myra asked
"Last time I had sleep was a little after I was turned."
"How long ago was that?"
Sebastian looked into her eyes, with his purplish eye color, and said. "Before you were even born."
"You didn't answer my question; I asked you how long have you gone without sleep"
"Early 1500's"
"Wow. I didn't know that demons lived that long."
"Indeed. I was one of the first that The King turned."
Myra thought back to what The King had said about his children, and that she would meet on of his best. Sebastian must be this one that he was talking about. Myra continued to think about everything that happened in the past hour. When The King approached and started talking to Sebastian.
"I want you to make this contract Sebastian."
"But I'm not the only one who is capable of making the contract."
"I know that, but you are the best, plus he's only 13, and if it was anyone but you, he would be dammed. You know as well as I do that the others would weasel their way out of the contract, and screw everything up."
Sebastian sighed, he looked at Myra and told her that when he needed her he would come for her, but until then she was not to make any contracts with anyone. Sebastian stood up, and walked away, and with that Myra stayed in the same spot for two years.