"Phantomhive Archives: Theresa the Jewel"

Summary:Theresa Phantomhive, the so-called 'Jewel of the Phantoms.' She was a member of the Phantomhive Earldom that was destined for more than the underworld, but it all collapsed when she sold her soul to a certain Sebastian Michaelis.

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1: The Butler, confronting

"SEBASTIAN!" Ciel Phantomhive hollered for the fiftieth time.

The door finally opened, Sebastian Michaelis stood at the door, as usual, his lips curled into a smirk, "You called, my lord?" was his greeting.

"You've lived quite a long time, right?" Ciel asked, to which the butler nodded. "Do you know anything about this girl?" he slid a picture across the desk, stopping near the edge so Sebastian could see it.

In the picture was a lovely young girl, somewhere about Ciel's age, with sea blue eyes and dark grayish-blue hair, she had pale skin and was wearing a black shoulder-less lace dress, a black ribbon adorning her neck and a red rose headband in her hair.

"My, if it isn't Theresa Phantomhive." Sebastian smirked, now there's a name he hasn't heard in a few hundred years.

"You know of her?" Ciel said questioningly, raising an eyebrow, "I'd ask how but I know you've lived long enough to see her."

"What would you want to inquire about her, my lord?" Sebastian says as he puts the picture back down.

"The Queen wants to know who she was, as she had just recently found out that she was called 'The Jewel of the Phantoms.' What exactly was there to that girl that she was called by such a title?"

"She was an exquisite beauty, her cunning and genius no lesser than such." Sebastian said distantly, "She also had the most intriguing soul, as it was black."

"How would you know if her soul was black?"

"What if I were to say I made a contract with her?"

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"My, my…" a demon smirked as he padded closer to the 7 year old girl who was covered in blood, "What an interesting little girl, your soul isn't white, but black! How lovely…" He squatted down in front of her, causing her to flinch and cower against the wall of the cage. He looked into her eyes, "Such beautiful blue irises as well…" he trailed off, fiddling around with her blood clotted hair.

The little girl looked into the demon's eyes, which were flashing a vivid color of red. "W-Who are you?" she asked.

"I am just a demon looking for some fun," The demon stated, "And you seem to need help."

She stared at him quizzically, "What are you talking about?"

"I've heard your wish, you want to be free from this, you want to be saved from this torture and humiliation that you're going through at this disgusting circus, you want to get revenge on those who humiliated you, at those who laughed at you, at those who lowered a blade to your skin and shed your blood." He smirked, caressing her cheek, "Would you like to get out of here?"

"I-I want to!" She said, her little eyes building tears, "By any means possible, please! Let me out!"

"My, what a determined face, it lights you up perfectly." He stood up, offering her his hand, "If you so badly desire to get out of here, are you willing to make a contract with me? To exchange your soul for your wish?"

"Yes…" she whispered.

"Take my hand then, and the deal will be struck." He smirked.

Without hesitation, the little girl took his hand. At that, the demon cackled, putting his hand against the nape of her neck, when his hand removed, she had a mark on the back of her neck that was highly visible because of her short bluish-grey hair.

"What are the terms of your contract, My lady?" he said, kneeling down before her.

"You will not lie to me, you will do as I command and do it to the letter, you will not leave my side unless told to and you will do everything I tell you to do." The girl replied in dignified face.

"Yes, Lady Theresa Phantomhive."

"How did you know my name?"

"I am a demon who knows a multiple of things, My lady, knowing your name is child's play to me." He said, severing the chain on Theresa's ankle with merely a finger. He picked up the little child, breaking through the cage with unknown force.

At the sound of the cage breaking, guards appeared, surrounding them.

"Halt! Who goes there?"

"Why are you stealing the star of the circus?!"

The demon's smirk widened, "Do you have any orders, My lady?"

"Kill them." Theresa muttered.

"As you wish." He smiled, "But please do close your eyes, this is not something of which a little girl like you must see."

She closed her eyes and heard the sound of the slaughter around her.

"You may open your eyes now, My lady."

Theresa opened her eyes. They were outside that disgusting place and were now in the woods. "Who are you?" she asked the demon.

"I have no name," he replied, "But you are free to give me one."

"Sebastian." She said, sighing, "Sebastian Michaelis."