This is an AU version of Ciel known as Cecilia. She is similar to him but requests different things and society treats her differently than normal ladies. Her story is also told in different ways to what we know in the original Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler.

"Y-you killed him!" I cried. The one friend I had managed to make in this hell hole had been stabbed and bled to death in front of my eyes. I had been locked up in this place with many other children my age for months now, how many I have lost count. When I was first found in the Phantomhive Estate and brought here, my mother and father had been murdered. I was simply locked up, meant for use later on.

"The boy was the first sacrifice for our mission." Said a low, raspy voice. The hooded man that came up to me in my cage smiled wickedly. "Such a cute and angry face, what a shame it will disappear soon." He said. My outstretched hand was seized by the man and yanked on, pushing my face against the bars.

I struggled to speak, "Let go of me you bastard." I said firmly.

He frowned, "Such a sharp tongue for a lady." He said, tightening his grip on my wrist.

When he finally let go of me I fell back, hitting the marble floor hard. He opened the gate and dragged me out by my hair. I didn't struggle, nor did I cry out. My body had gone numb yet I could still move. I was picked up and thrown onto the pedestal, held down at the ankles and wrists. My already torn gown was ripped from my body and thrown aside, the granite of the pedestal cool against my flesh.

I struggled as they flipped me over, and something burned against my lower back. I finally let out a scream and nearly lost consciousness.

I gave up my last struggle, knowing my end was coming. But that was when I heard screams of agony and I could smell blood and death around me. The men holding me let go and I heard their yells and cries. When I sat up, I saw that they were dead. Every last one of the hooded men. Dead as dead could be.

I saw a dark figure with long, dark hair with sharp horns that rose from his skull on either side. The wings that protruded from his shirtless back were ebony and feathers fell from them.

"Who are you?" I asked, not afraid of the being that stood before me.

He turned, "I have no given name of which to give in return." He replied. His bangs covered his glowing eyes and he had a sharp and toothy smirk. "I heard your inner pleas. How would you like to make a contract?" He offered.

I looked at him skeptically, "Why would I make a contract?" I asked him. He looked toward the doorway.

I heard noise coming from that direction, and when I followed his gaze, I saw light getting closer. "I see now." I muttered. "Very well, I do not wish to live in this place for longer than that of which I have already." Our gazes met once more. "I wish to make a contract."

His smile widened, "Very well my lady." He said, placing his right hand over where his heart would be, "What would you wish our agreement to be?"

I thought a moment, and the yells from the doorway gave me the thought I wanted. "I want revenge. I want revenge on whomever is responsible for this. I want to kill them all."

"Very well. Where shall I leave my mark?" He asked his final question, striding toward me steadily. I simply pointed to the right side of my throat. "Very well then." He placed his hand where I gestured and I felt a pain and the warm blood run down my front. He took a step back and looked at me with respect, "Now, what is the name of my mistress?"

I ignored the pain in my neck and the blood that ran from the scar, "Cecilia." I choked. "Cecilia Phantomhive."

All I saw after I said my name was bright flashes as blades and claws swung about. The being I had just contracted with slaughtered the men one by one as they came for me and I felt myself grin. I was glad they were dying, enjoying the wails they let out. I felt sadistic. I felt alien. And I didn't care. They murdered the only family I had. They had planned to use me to summon this demon for them, just to have that same demon destroy everything.

In an instant, I was brought out of my reverie. "My lady." The demon said calmly. "I have finished here. Where shall we go so that we shall begin our search for the man at the head?"

"To the manor." I said. "I have to return to the life I led before I can start that search," I looked up at him, "there, you will serve as my butler."

The demon nodded and held out his hand, "You seem to be unable to walk on your own my lady. Shall I carry you?" I nodded, wanting to go home, and let him pick me up and carry me from the pits of the room.

On our way out, he found a simple night gown that would fit me, after I changed into it, able to walk again, we left and he casually eliminated those who threatened me. Once we finally left the building of which I was held, we came to a field. "I know this place." I muttered, looking around, "We aren't far from where the manor stood." I turned to the direction of which I remember it being, but tripped over my own feet and began to fall.

The demon caught me and I saw the slightest hint of worry. "Be careful my lady, you are still weak from blood loss." I nodded and he picked me up again as he did earlier.

"For now…" I gasped, my breath ragged, "take me to my cousin's. It is late but the servants should be awake at the least."

"Where are they located?"

"You are a demon, you should know of where they are. They are the Midford's." A look of knowing crossed his face.

"You are right, I do know where they are." He said and glanced down at me as he started in their direction, "Now for another matter. What will you call me, since you can't well call me 'demon' for however long your mission will take." I opened my eyes a little bit and notice that his appearance has changed to that of a dark haired, bright eyed butler.

I look up at his face with my answer. "I shall call you Sebastian. Sebastian Michaelis." He huffed a laugh.

"Strange name, and rather specific, but it will do." He said, taking off into a sprint as I began to fall into sleep.