Sorry that the chapters that i classified are so short. the reason is because there are two narratives in this story: Ciel Phantomhive and my OC Lucinda.

1

Today's the day I become a guardian angel! Imagine it "guardian angel" Lucinda. I can't wait! I really want to impress my tutor, Charlotte. If I become a guardian angel I'll be able o protect a human soul of my own until the end, once their life has ended I might become a warrior or a messenger for the "big guy". How exciting! But here's the hard part. In order for me to become a guardian I must soak my sword in the blood of a demon that I've killed myself. I might lose my life. Or I might lose my chance and stay just an ordinary angel. I don't know which one is worst. The demon that I am assign to slay is in London somewhere. I take out the golden scroll in my satchel that states the demon's name: Ciel Phantomhive.

I am only to kill one demon, Ciel Phantomhive. No matter what he circumstances. If I do so slay a demon other than Phantomhive. I would have broken my Angelic oath. An angelic oath is a holy vow that states what all angels stand for. If broken the angel either becomes a demon itself or be stripped of its wings. Without wings an angel is stuck in the limbo of Heaven, Hell, and Earth. Unable to fly anywhere. The last time an angel broke their Angelic oath was destroyed by a powerful demon. Angela was her name I believe. But it was better him then us, right? The name of the demon that was Angela's killer: Sebastian Michaelis. He actually poses a threat to us. See Angela was in the ranking of Warrior Arch, the highes rank, and to see her mauled to shreds was appalling. But I guess once you lose the Faith…..you know.

I have special eyes to sense demons. My golden eyes may not look right on my almond skin but they have a purpose. They see beyond the naked eye. They see the heart. Red: human/black: losing humanity/ golden: angel/purple: reaper (shinigami)/ no heart: complete demon.

I walk the streets of London for hours looking for my demon. They say once you get close to it, you get an indescribable sensation. And you'll know it when it comes. It's sundown and still nothing. Maybe he's not in London but in Watford. "I should find a place to retire."I thought. I have no money on me so a hotel's out of the question. I walk by an alley. But then suddenly stop. I felt my heart beat a thousand miles per hour. I started wheezing as if my lungs have shrunken to an insignificant size. I grabbed my chest, wrinkling my blouse. I slowly turned my head and looked into the alley. I saw a carriage. In the carriage was a young boy with navy black hair. I could only see the back of his head at my angle. This sensation! He can't be? The boy's lips muttered something and turned in my direction. Clothed in black was he. His eyes a brilliant red and feline-like. With skin so fair and pale and an innocent face. He. Was. Gorgeous. This truly cannot be! I've never seen a demon this hypnotically good looking. I can't do it. I can't stomach to slay a child. I see him mouth another word, when suddenly a kitchen knife comes zooming pass my face and grazing my cheek. I'm shaking so bad that when I reach for my sword it drops. And as I pick it up a see a tall man wearing a black tailcoat approaching me.

2

I blinked two times to see his heart, and as expected no heart. He's a demon. He stood still with his hands behind his back kicking one leg vigorously fast at me. His kicks were very acute and I tried to dodge every one of them. He is not the demon I am assigned to slay. If I even cause the slightest of physical harm to him, I have broken my Angelic oath. "I have to do somethi-." Before I could finish my thought, the older demon took me by the neck and slammed me into the alley wall.

"Sebastian!" I heard a yell from the carriage.

The demon turned his head. He's Sebastian!? As in Sebastian Michaelis slayer of the Warrior Arch, Angela? When I thought it was all over the young demon said, "Let her go."

Shocked was both of us but he did as ordered and replied, "Yes, my Lord."I was dropped to the ground. Coughing and hacking.

"State your name and business." Said the boy.

"Demon, Ciel Phantomhive," I said while rising up, "I am angel Lucinda sent to-." I see it. How could the other angels be so wrong? I see he's not demon, but losing humanity. So I just stared at him for a minute. I rubbed my eyes. I can't believe I'm seeing a little black heart.

"Sebastian."

"Yes."

"It's bedtime. We have no business here. Come."

"Yes, my Lord."

I watch them walk to their carriage and carry on down the darkness of the alley as if nothing happened. "Ciel Phantomhive" I whispered to myself. "There's still a spider's thread of hope left for you….,but you don't even know it." And with that I walk out of the alley.

3.

"What a complete waste of time and energy." Said Ciel.

No response.

"Sebastian?" Asked Ciel.

"Yes, master?"

"Nothing, just keep steering."

Ciel thought of that angel, Lucinda. "Why did she just stare at me without completing her statement?'' He thought. "And why for so long?" Angels are just utterly unpredictable creatures.

"Young Lord." Said Sebastian from the coachman's seat.

"What is it." Says Ciel.

"That maiden is an angel."

"And…..so?"

"You remember our last encounter with an angel, do you?" Asked Sebastian.

Ciel rubbed his blue diamond ring. "How could I forget?" He gulped. " but I have you, remember?"

"Yes, lord, until the end but-."

"But?" Ciel interrupted.

"But the real question is 'why did you release the order to kill her'?" Asked Sebastian.

Ciel sighed . "Because, she didn't pose of any threat."

"Are you certain, young master?"

Ciel squinted his eyes at him. He could imagine Sebastain's teaseful smile now. "I didn't know that Angela would pose such a threat when I first met her." He thought. "He knows I'm not certain. But by the way she dodged his attacks, looked as if she wasn't up to fight. Well, at least not with him." But questions still remain unanswered: "Why didn't she attack? Why did she just stare at me? And am I certain that she is no threat?" "I'm putting too much thought into this," he thought, "it's not like I'll ever see her again.

4

I'm walking into the pearly gates in shame. I know I'm headed for trouble. The councilmen angels probably laughed at me. I never had been so embarrassed. I'm walking towards Charlotte's room. See Heaven is like a really long corridor with different rooms to please each person. Since angels never had a soul we just have plain, blank, white rooms. I knock on Charlotte's door.

"Charlotte, may I come in?"

"Please do." Said Charlotte from the other side of the door. I know I'm headed for a scolding. I may have just blown my chance forever. I gulped and then slowly opened the door knob in fear.

"Welcome back, Lucy." Said Charlotte sitting in a white couch. "Please have a seat and let's talk." She patted the couch cushion. It was hard to walk over there, as if my legs were made of steel. I felt hot and sweaty.

"Now then," she said, "how was London?"

Is she serious? Is she trying to make a fool of me? Or is she just easing up the big question on me?

"Beautiful, I guess." I muttered with my head down.

"Now what in the city was beautiful," she lifted up my head, "the architecture or their demons?"

My face felt so red hot!

"So, everyone saw?" I asked.

"No, just the councilmen and I."

"Ugh!" I sighed and slouch on the couch.

"How much did they laugh?"

"Oh, it wasn't that bad." She placed my head on her lap. "Rookie's mistake."

I just pouted more. I'm an angel, a servant of the "big guy"! I'm not supposed to have mistakes.

"Look, demons are very attractive creatures. They have to be to get the one thing on their minds."

"What is that?" I asked.

"Human souls of course. They can't get enough of it. Kind of like the human's opium, very addictive to a demon."

"Really?"

"Some say the reason why they consume human souls is for the hope of getting their own. Demons are miserable creatures, being damned in Hell or being trapped on Earth for eternity is a lonely life."

"Wow that's really tragic."

"Don't have sympathy for the thing. No matter how sweet they look, you just have remember that, that's their shell."

"Shell?" I asked.

"Their beautiful outside covering. They're not showing their true form."

"What is their true form?"

"Dastardly, grotesque, and repulsive beyond belief."

That's kind of hard to believe. That Ciel was really cute. I don't wish to think of what's inside of him."

"Question?"

"Yes."

"Is it possible for a demon to have a heart?"

There was silence.

"Hahaha! What kind of question is that? Of course not! Non what so ever."

"Then are you certain?" I took a huge gulp.

"Certain of what?" she asked.

I lifted my head from her lap.

"Certain that Ciel Phantomhive is a demon."

We were starring eye to eye. Blank expressions on both of us.

"What are you trying to say, Lucinda?"

"He had a heart." I broke from eye contact, but I could still feel her eyes bearing on my skin.

"He?"

"Ciel Phantimhive. Ciel Phantimhive had a little black heart."

More silence.

"Well, I guess that's the reason why you stared at him for so long."

I bet to her ears I sound completely foolish.

"The truth is the council is deciding whether you should get another chance. If that demon was smart enough he would've slayed you then and there."

Charlotte stood up.

"You should get headed to your room. I'll call to tell you the council's decision."

I walked out and went to my room hoping for the better.

It's been 3 hours since I was sent to my room which I absolutely hate. I mustn't be the only angel who wants more than this bland blank room. All I do for entertainment is twiddle my thumbs. Only guardian angels can associate with other guardian angels, and all trainees like me are on Earth slaying their demon. To think I'm the only one that was forced to come back!

"Eerg!" it's all your fault!" I scream into my guess what? White pillow. It is all his fault. If he just didn't look at me with those eyes! I would have never thought that such demonic eyes could look so seductive. I'm 17! He looks like he's about 13! That's gross! I need to rest. I'm hurting myself by thinking about him. I need to calm down. Soon I drifted to sleep. Angels don't need to sleep and we surely don't dream, that's a human thing. Another reason to desire to be mortal. The realm of the mortals is so fascinating. Even though our knowledge is far above theirs they are still greater creatures. All because they possess one thing. A soul. A soul grants free will and thinking. Jealousy arose within some angels. Thus demons were created, angels that only wanted to obey their own rules. Demons are fallen angels.

I began to engage in thought of the Sebastian Michaelis. Why would a demon of so much power take orders from a lesser? It doesn't make sense. What's even wackier is why did Ciel let me live. I officially hate that brat! What's his motive? What makes him tick? What makes him still human? Maybe I just imagined that black heart, I guess.

My door opened. It was Charlotte.

"The council would wish to speak with you." she said.

I followed her to the council room. The councilmen are 5 of the oldest angels: Charles, Leroy, Angelica, Lorelei, and the head councilmen Castiel. For an angel he always has a bitter look on his face. You know that look that you get when something smells really bad. The double doors to the council room are huge, silver, and engraved with exquisite details. The 5 councilmen are sitting on tall marble pillars with the head in the middle.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Mrs. Phantomhive." said the head, Castiel.

"Now, now, Castiel." said Charles.

"This is exactly why females should not be guardians, they see a male and nothing's important anymore!" Castiel laughed.

No one followed him.

"I know what I done was childish, foolish, and risky and I just want to say that I understand why you won't give me another chance." I said solemnly.

"Well, that makes our job all the merrier." said Leroy.

"The council has denied a second chance." Castiel said with a condescending grin.

My heart stops.

"But..but…but!"

"But what Ms. Lucy?" said Angelica.

"But she saw a heart." Charlotte added.

I looked up at Charlotte with awe. Thank you for sticking up for me.

"Are you searching for a debate?" asked Lorelei.

"Debate denied the council has spoken." said Castiel.

"All in favor for a debate?" says Charles. All hands were raised but Castiel's.

"Fine." He grouched "At least amusement will come at how you'll fail."

"Ignore him and proceed." said Charles.

"The demon that I was assigned to slay, Ciel Phantomhive, has a black heart."

There were gasp all around the room.

"Hahaha! impossible!" Castiel chuckled. "This is rich, this is just too rich!"

"I agree." said Lorelei.

"Now, now making excuses will only weaken your case, Lucinda." said Charles.

"My apprentice isn't lying, remember we are incapable of doing so." Charlotte objected.

"If I can continue I want to recall that anything with a beating heart we mustn't kill unless under specific orders." I spoke.

"Are we really debating about this? Obviously she doesn't want to harm that pretty face of his and lying to seem innocent. Case closed! If anyone objects say 'I'." spoke Castiel.

Room was in silence.

"Please leave Ms. Lucinda. You've put on quite a show." Grinned Castiel.

"Holy bond!"

Everyone gasped even Charlotte.

A holy bond is similar to the contract between a human and a demon, but between two angels. An angel has a month to fulfill the bond and if unfulfilled or broken by either angel that angel turns into a demon. Each hour that goes by until fulfilled a black feather will replace a white one on the challenger's wings.

"Don't do it!" scream Charlotte.

"This is not your say so Ms. Charlotte." says Castiel."

"What is your proposal?"

"I must find out that little spark that makes Ciel human and turn it on. Making him a living human. I have a month to do so and if not fulfilled he and I will become demons." I said.

"Do you agree with these terms?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Do we have a deal?"

"Yes."

"Then by the power of this holy ground with 5 witnesses present, I hear by seal this holy bond!" Castiel shouted.

We shook hands and it became official. That was the moment when I screwed up.

6

We headed out of London. Into the extremely secluded forest where my new manor is standing. Just a wee bit smaller than my other one. A place where I, Ciel Phantomhive, can be alone and have peace and quiet. We've been living here for the past 5 years. No one has spotted our haven so far, but Sebastian has kept order to stand guard and watch every night. Some might say I live a rather lonesome life, I call it a "breakaway". A breakaway from deadline and taxes. A breakaway from those four ninnies of servants. A breakaway from the crowded bustle of London. A breakaway from being the Queen's beloved guard dog. A breakaway from Lady Elizabeth. But most importantly a breakaway from myself. Even though the original Phantomhive manor burned down, the new one was built just like it. Too much like it. I need to find myself again. The boy that once smiled. The boy that once laughed. The boy that was innocent to the world. The boy that loved his parents. That boy haunted me every night. Reminding me of what was from the past and who I am now, the boy who had his life cut off short. That boy now is a shell of his formal self. I hated him. l've lived four lives, all different. All carried on a physical trait so I am reminded of that life. Like a scar or a wound from battle. They all tell a story.

"We have arrived, master." said Sebastian opening the coach.

"Took long enough. To think the only reason we came to London was for some blasted tea they didn't even have."

He gave me a hand off the coach.

"Shall I draw the bath, Sir?"

"Yes."

"We entered the mansion. More like a giant log cabin. Mineral resources are minimal in the deep forest, you know.

"The bath is ready, shall I scrub you myself, my lord?" said Sebastian.

"No need."

I sunk into the porcelain tub. The water is piping hot.

"Damn butler." I whispered.

I was mad at first but then relieved. Yes the water was scalding. But it's one of the pains in life that is soothing. I know using pain to ease pain is a very dangerous tactic, but it's very effective. Everyone does it in one point in their life. I am neck deep in the water. It feels like there's a hot steel pole everywhere on my body. As if burning away every sin I ever made. Is this pleasure or punishment? Am I secretly punishing myself for the choices I've made?

"Preposterous.'' I spoke. "I have no regrets."

This fiery burning feeling is vaguely familiar though. My lower left pectoral is stinging. I touch it, feeling the branded mark.

"Oh, yes. Now I remember."

Flashbacks run through my head.

I sunk deeper, now I am chin deep.

"Damn occult."

I sunk deeper by every depressing flashback. As if the water represented sin and the more I sinned the deeper I sunk. I went through my whole life in the course of about an hour until finally I got to that day. The day I made the contract with my demonic butler. I put my hand over my left eye, the one with that represents the contract.

"Ahh!" I scream.

And with that I plunged myself into the water. Full body emerged in water. Boiling water. It burns but I make myself stay. Maybe this is punishment. All I hear is the sway of water. All I see is the light from the candles. I slash water on them so I can be alone. Yes, darkness, my true friend. It's been with me since I entered this world and will remain when I leave. I've been underwater for 5 minutes now. A normal 18 year old would have drowned, but I am Ciel Phantomhive son of Vincent and Rachel Phantomhive, Earl of the Phantomhive estate, master of demon, Sebastian Michaelis, and a new title to be added: immortal demon.

7

Once again i scour the streets of London. Remembering the last words Charlotte said to me,"Please be clever, child. Do whatever's necessary." she cried."i just want to see you come back!"I'm still wearing Charlotte's hug. It'll probably be the last one I'd ever get from her. What was i thinking?! I'm lost, it's cold, and i don't know where the bloody hell i'm at. I guess I should go back to the place where i found him. At first i was confused at which alley it was, until I saw the one with the huge crack in the wall. I rubbed my neck remembering that blasted demon who gave me a bruise. Now what? I have to think. The carriage they were riding was trimmed in gold, the curtains on them were satin, and the horses were clydesdales. Obviously the child is incredibly rich. But why would a noble be in an alley and not on the streets? Can't he show his face? Unless he's in hiding. Demons usually walk the Earth disguised as humans. What is he then? a wanted criminal? That makes some sense, right?

"Now, then." i thought. "i watched them carry on upward." So i'm off. The snow below my shoes crunches. Well, aren't i lucky! The wheels of the carriage has imprinted on the snow. All i need to do now is follow the tracks. I stopped i need i disguise myself, and also a plan. I thought while following the tracks. The disguise part was easy. Since angels are not male nor female, we can change our appearance and gender. I stopped at a closed store window. Looking at myself. I saw my almond skin, golden eyes, and long ebony hair. I closed my eyes and concentrated. When i opened them i had bobbed red hair with freckles and blue eyes. Completely different i looked! I continued walking. "A plan." I thought. I just can't walk into their home and wanting to be buddy-buddy. Maybe i can disguise myself as a pauper looking for work. Yeah, that sounds believable. I must remember in order to turn Ciel into a complete human i must know him. i needed clothes of a pauper. My cotton blouse, skirt and petticoat doesn't really say: poverty. I saw a women about my age on a street corner begging for money. I approached her.

"My lady I do not have any money to donate but will you accept my clothes?" i asked.

The lady looked bewildered. I wouldn't blame her. She looked at me up and down.

"Is these really leather boots?"she asked.

'Yes, ma'am."

"Well, what would you wear if you give me your clothes?"

"Yours of course." i smiled.

The lady looked really confused now.

"Mi blouse is burlap and mi skirt has patches and holes." she said.

"Surely that must be uncomfortable?" i asked.

She nodded.

"Well, do we have a yes?"

"Aye." she said unsurlely.

We changed very quickly in the alley.

"Thank you, lassie."

"No, thank you." i added.

We shook and i was off. This burlap is pretty scratchy but it'll have to do. I walked for an hour. The tracks eventually lead in to the woods. "I guess they really are in hiding." I thought. About another 45min. into the forest i see a marvelously huge lob cabin. I looked at it from head to toe. I saw a silhouette on the roof. A tall,slender, male silhouette. Oh no! I ducked immediately. Only to barely miss another kitchen knife. I looked back to see the knife stuck still into a nearby tree.

"I really need work on my aim." said a male voice. I got the chills and stood to my feet.

"What kind of a Phantomhive butler would i be if i couldn't kill?" He finished.

"Look i came from Wales and i just found this-"

I felt a tear run down my cheek. I looked down to see both of my arms twisted all the way around. I fell to my knees, then fell face first in snow. The butler knelt beside me and said, "Welcome to London." The last thing i saw was his jet black hair shining in the full moon light before, i blacked out.