Victorian England, Revisited

Chapter 1: Face of Evil

The smell of smoke stung the nostrils of everyone.

Sarah got up and tasted the blood in her mouth, her eyes glanced upwards, seeing the fearsome creature before her – Lucifer.

A fallen angel, an angel of God who turned into some psycho.

"God wanted me to bow down to humans.." His voice hung in the air as she got up and wiped the blood away from her face. She blinked at him. "Humans. You guys. Could you believe it?" He asked as he turned on his heel and started at her – his cruel blue eyes hidden under the mass of dirt and blood he took to the face. His lips tight around him. "You humans are nothing more than cruel creatures – fundamentally cruel to the common man." He criticized as he looked at her. Walking towards her. "However, you, seem something special – maybe you're one of the few that aren't so bad.. however.." he curled his fingers around her hair, and picked her up effortlessly.

The pain she felt from her skull made her wince and say something unintelligent. "However..." He started again, his fingers digging into her scalp. "You are annoying. You keep trying to save a world that's killing itself – it's like watching you trying to climb up a mountain that keeps crumbling. You're never gonna save it, so why bother with it?" He asked, bringing her white face (which was now stained with crimson blood) to look at him.

Sarah never thought she'd see the face of evil then again, Sarah never thought she'd be in Big Ben fighting Lucifer. Life is funny that way.

She coughed up some bile, and looked at him. "Because..." She replied, in a hoarse tone, "it's my duty to save it.."

"Duty?" He questioned and watched her drop down again. "Duty is nothing. Are you saying you're a mere soldier in a convoluted game of chess? That you have no thoughts? No feelings? Do you really want to save this piss-poor excuse of a place..?" He questioned, watching her every move, the confusion scarred on her face. He turned away. "Perhaps it's best you end up being somewhere else.."

"..What?"

"You, and those two friends you have. What was their name? Lily and Eve?" Lucifer mocked as his fingers touched the brass railing, watching her.

"..No, you ca-!" Too late, a flash of white light appeared.

"...Sarah..." A celestial-like voice was heard, Sarah moaned a bit and opened her eyes.. "Are you an angel..?" She asked and Lily blinked.

"No... it's me."

"Oh.." Sarah held her head and looked around. "Where the hell are we?" Noticing the new environment, or the lack of. No buildings, practically trees everywhere. "Did UKELA finally get their wish, or something?"

Lily gave her a smirk. "I don't know, suddenly, I was studying exorcism, then eternal sunshine ate me up." Lily said as she got up and looked around. "Where's Eve?"

"How shou-" Sarah then remembered something. "Crap." She said and Lily cocked an eyebrow and stared at her, her hazel eyes glinting slightly in the fresh sunlight.

"What the hell is goin' on here?" Suddenly, another female voice was heard. Sarah and Lily looked back, it was Eve, who was covered with leaves and sticks. Her sloe-eyed face featuring a certain animosity towards nature.

"Lucifer and me had a fight, he sent me … around.. where are we?"

"I doubt we'll find anything out here in the country side, maybe there's a town up ahead. There's got to be some kind of newspaper, we'll know what day it is." Lily in putted and Sarah looked around. "Fine, just act normal." She warned the two as they walked and found themselves in London – or what looked like London.

'Acting Normal' now completely went out the window – considering women wore skirts, not pants. Not only that, their fashion was different – the women all felt like sore thumbs.

"You were saying..?" Eve asked Sarah as they attempted to hide and blend in. Their dark blue jeans attracting the attention of both sexes. All whispering curiously over these pants that were only used to mining. More importantly, why were women wearing them? And why do they have studs? And are ripped in some places? Why do they seem to fit stylishly when all they were meant to be was for men and hard labour? "Something tells me we're the new town freaks.." Eve muttered, watching their glances. Her sloe eyes eyeing every expression.

"We'll just by some new clothes and everything'll be fine!" Lily hissed at Eve as she felt the need to take off her brand-new white sneakers, that also caught the attention of men and women.

Sarah's black boots crushed a paper and she looked down. "...Shit." Sarah whispered.

"What's wrong now?"

"Guess where we are? Victorian fucking England." Sarah whispered.

"How can that be possible..?"

"Isn't Chronos the God of Time? How can the ol' devil send us back?" Lily asked. Eve sent her a look. "Maybe heaven controls time too? Maybe some angels are given that ability?"

"To control time?" "Maybe not control, but bend it?" "Bend it? What? Like a rubber ruler? You can't bend time!" Sarah kept her voice low – anyone hearing them talk is crucial and who knows if anyone of these people weren't wearing the devil as their corset.

"It's an interesting fact to say the least," Lily added, "however, Lucifer was an arch angel, they're given some pretty good powers – who knows what he can or can't do, and also, who knows if he is not just controlling this – maybe got a Djinn* to help him." Lily whispered as they kept pushing through the crowd, who looked a bit frightened at them.

The three women finally found a store for clothing. It was a quaint old-shop, luckily for them, it was also somewhat empty. Sarah, with one hand, pushed open the door which jingled furiously at their arrival, the sound was so bright and happy that her eyes rung with pain.
The nimble-looking man behind the desk, glanced up from his newspaper. His small, whisky brown eyes blinking at them curiously. As if trying to comprehend them. His shaky hands set the paper down, as he slipt on his glasses and walked down from his stool. His wrinkled hand clasped the cane as he looked at them.
He cleared his throat, attracting their attention. "Can I help you?" His voice was raspy and Sarah immediately knew he was a bit of a smoker, considering he smelt like tobacco and when he cleared his throat, it was evident that he had phlegm.

Lily looked at the old man, and gave him one of her 'inviting smiles' Lily was always the nice one. "We're just looking for some clothes."

"Clearly." The old man agreed staring at their attire, inspecting them, making them uncomfortable. "..Well.. what can I do you for..? We have some nice, new summer dresses over here." He gestured towards a rack of pale-coloured dresses with no bustle.

Sarah cringed at them, they were so bright and frilly and girly. She hated them already.

"Uh, these'll be fine.. how much are they?"

"35 shillings, my lady." He responded and watched their expression, as they dug their hands in their pockets and pulled out.. some weird currency which he could not familiarise himself with.

He heard them whisper.

"How much are 35 shillings..?" "Guys, we don't have money, how are we going to do this..?"

"Leave it to me.." Eve said and turned to the man.

"I'm afraid we don't have enough money, can we offer you something in return..?" Eve asked. The man looked at her and then looked at the girls.

"Who are you three really? You sound British, but you have foreign money, and you dress really awfully. Just, who are you?"

Sarah felt the twinge of awkwardness. Then stared at Eve and Lily, however, the power of improvisation did not dwell within them. "Look, we can't tell you, mostly because we're afraid. We might... jinx something."

The old man blinked. "...Excuse me, what does that word mean..?"

"Jinx it means.. make something go bad.."

"Ah." The old man nodded and looked at the three. Watching their sorry faces, he almost felt sorry for them himself. "We just ended up here, with no friends, no family.." Sarah decided to play the sympathy card. "We're also not in the right place, and we've never been here. So please.. we're asking for your assistance."

The old man, thought about this. Three women, seemingly turn up from out of the blue, asked him, for assistance? The thought was so perturbed. He looked at them again, watching their faces and the way they were practically wearing nothing – he could see their arms and legs, for God's sake!

"What would I get out of this, if I let you stay here, work for me, and pay off the debt?" The old man asked the three, and watch them try and come up with a reason. Lily looked at him, and then looked at her friends. What can they do? They have nothing to offer!

"...We'll protect you." Sarah then said, as the man looked at her and cocked an eyebrow. "You never know what will come for you. We'll work hard, we'll stock dresses, we'll price them, we'll do whatever you want." Sarah told the man who considered it.

The old man sighed and nodded. "Alright, take the dresses, and you can start tomorrow at 6."

"AM?" Eve questioned.

"Yes, AM."

"...Shit." She muttered as she grabbed a powder-blue dress from the rack and stared at it. This was not going to be enjoyable. At all.

Lily was used to the girly dresses – she was a girly woman after all. However, she knew perfectly well, that Eve and Sarah were not the girly type. It was a rare occurrence when either of them wore skirts, or anything remotely feminine.

Well then, it'll be refreshing to see them manage themselves in skirts. She thought a bit evilly as she went into a room and started changing. She felt the dress was light on her, and it was much better than wearing her dirty jeans. She looked at her skin, and touched the dirt spots on her face. She needs a bath, quickly.

Sarah went in a different room and wore the lemon-yellow dress. Which oddly made her feel like Big Bird. She sighed and touched her black hair, feeling the smoothness of the hair, even though it looked awful from afar. She smoothed her hands on the skirt of the dress, feeling the fabric against her coarse hands. She looked back in the mirror – and honestly did not recognize herself. It was as if the person in the mirror was a doppelgänger, an evil entity forced to wear cake-topper dresses and dance the waltz.

Times have changed, she has to do this, she has to find her way back and see how the hell she's going to survive wearing a skirt.

"You three alright?" Sarah heard the old man call from the other side of the door. "Fine." Sarah called, in chorus with the other two. "Alright – now don't mess the dresses, those are some of the finest summer dresses that there are. Also – since you are going to be working here, I have something to warn you about.. nobles." He cut it off there and Sarah blinked.

"Nobles come and go in my shop – so when they arrive, you have to show our utmost respect towards them. They are good men, so do not act so repugnant." He warned them and Sarah glared at the door.

"We wont." She told him as she walked out. "...The colour does not suit you, at all miss, if I may say so, you look way too mature for that colour. However, it's the only one I have." He watched the other two walk out. Lily in her mint-green dress, Eve in her powder-blue one and of course, Sarah., the sunshine on legs.

Eve chocked back the laughter. "You look ridiculous." She told her friend, who openly glared.

"You look like a blueberry" Sarah quipped.

Lily sighed. "Guys seriously, stop it. You all look fine."

"Now, be quiet. I am all giving you money for lodging, find a nice pub somewhere and stay there, and for God's sake, do not say you work with me." The man said as he put some money in their hands.
They stared at curiously as if they've never seen it before, he felt the need to sign.

"We wont let you down." Sarah told him as she fisted her hand, closing the money around it.

Soon enough, the women left the store and the man sighed. He sat back down on his desk and continued reading his paper.

Sarah walked out and suddenly, she felt much more comfortable around the crowd. "Well, that's marginally better, we got the clothes to fit in." She told them.

"At least people aren't staring at us anymore. So, where's the pubs?" Eve asked as she looked left and right down the road – from what she can tell, these are just really high-class shops. "So, what about this noble's. They have a whole street dedicated for them."

"Don't you dare start political disputes in Victorian England, or I swear, I will shoot you dead. The last thing we need is confrontation." Lily darkly said as he held onto her shoulder, feeling the cold wind blow gently past.

"Yeah. You guys better knock it off." Sarah said under her breath and walked to the left.

"And where are you going?"

"Exploring. Come on." Sarah said as Lily followed suite and Eve of course, had to follow, it was either that or look like a jackass in a blue dress standing like a soldier.

The Phantomhive Mansion, was as quiet as it could be. Earl Ciel Phantomhive, now older, was working on his work for the Funtom Company – however, even as a little child, he hated doing this. The sunlight filtered in through the windows, illuminating the room more. It was still morning, yet he felt the day was going to go slower than ever.

Sebastian walked in, at that time, with a tray filled with some tea and biscuits, the door was left slightly ajar. "I thought you might like some butter biscuits and Earl Grey tea, young master." Sebastian said as he set the tray down in front of his young master – watching his eyes scan the tray before going back to his work.

"Go back to work, Sebastian." Ciel ordered, not giving him a thank you. Which made the young demon, reminisce on the young brat he had to serve. However, he did not show this. He simply smiled, bowed, and left. Closing the door behind him.

Through such a day like this, he almost felt as if he wanted to see her. Yes, her. The cat. However, work must be done first, and unless Bard, Finny and Meyrin didn't mess up his chores, he should be fine. The butler was used to his duties, so he knew that they will mess up somehow, but now, he expects it.

At first when meeting them, they took him by surprise as to how incompetent such humans could be, but after certain years working with them... Bard blowing up the kitchen is like a regular Monday morning for him.

The day started with tea, and ended with tea. In between were the regular chores – the cleaning, the dusting, the cooking and the regular checkups on the other servants. He felt as if life at the manor got mundane, and wished that they would work on a case or something remotely exciting. Things have gotten a bit too quiet for the demon who wants thrills.

He lifted out his pocket watch, clicked it, and watched it open. Showing that it was now official 12 o' clock. He should be getting on with his chores. He walked briskly away from the door.

In the heart of London, still reside the three confused women.

"So, Lucifer sent you back? For what reason?"

"How should I know, Lil? Maybe he wants to teach me the finer points of knitting."

"Or keep us here until the war is over. I mean, hell, we've been a bee in his bonnet since he got out."

"Well, then, we'll have to find a way to get back to 2012 then, don't we?" Sarah said as she glanced at the dapper man and the beautiful women. "And away from this hell-hole."

"What's with you and this period?" Lily asked her friend suddenly.

"It's too.. eugh."

"Words of a poet, that is." Eve mocked as she looked at some children playing in the streets. Their laughter resonating through the streets – she missed that sound. The sound of laughing children, back in her time, all children are obsessed with computers, iPhones and whatever other gadgets comes out of anyone's heads. "Anyway, let's find the lodging, where we will be in private – I don't like the looks of these people."

"Also, we don't really know who to trust..." Lily put in. "Imagine, it's us against the world now. Who knows what kind of demon agent is amongst us."

"I doubt it'd be anything that drastic, but it's looking that way, we'll just have to stay sharp – also, I don't think talking about popping ghosts and demons are normal dinner conversations. Unless you talk to some crazy person in a mental institution" Sarah explained as she looked down at the bright yellow dress that now started to drive her insane. "Also, when we start earning some real money – I'm buying a new dress. This just makes me feel awkward."

"Calm down, in this time period you're the next hottest thing since hot cakes. I'm sure you'll do fine."

"Also, we might wanna adopt some speech patterns." Lily said randomly. "I mean, face it, we talk modernly, these people must have a certain speech or dialict. We'll need to find one."

"Well, you do that – but I am not talking like Molly Malone." Sarah pointed a finger at her and sighed.

"No one said you had to talk like Molly Malone.."

"Just checking."

The three girls knew that this was their dangerous mission yet – a make or break mission. It was time they moved with caution and not create a paradox.

When they finally settled into their lodging, they started discussing.

"So, do we have a plan?"

"While we … live here apparently, we'll find a way to summon Chronos."

"Easier said then done.." Lily pointed out.

"Well, let's make it done."

"Look, guys, I don't know about you, but I just went back in time – I want to get some goddamn shut eye."

"Fine.. goodnight."

"Good night, young Master." Sebastian said as he held the candle with a tight fist. He walked away from the door and closed it. He blew out the candle and walked down the hall in darkness. His chores were done for the day, he'll retire to his room and start again tomorrow at 5:00 in the morning.

However, Sebastian had a gut feeling that something is going to happen tomorrow.

Author's note:

So, short chapter, yup.

Okay, so, first off, I adore OC's. I love putting them into stories and making the story a bit more fun – also I love mythology and lore. I pretty much have websites open filled with information about Victorian England, Demon Mythology, Angel Lore, and something about Chronos. So, I want your input on the story? Like it? Hate it? What do you think of the girls? Where do I need improvement?

Also, I might ship them with some canons, don't know who yet – and who knows who will remain alive during this story. More of the OC's back stories will be revealed later – even of the minor characters. AKA. Old guy in Clothes store.

So I know this'll probably have some mistakes, but bear with me – still starting out.

So, I shall give you guys a run down:

Lucifer:

An arch angel of the Lord who got cast off to Hell after he didn't want to bow down to man. He is considered Satan, the Devil, basically, ruler of hell.

Djinn:

In the Western World, djinn are known more commonly as genies. They are supernatural creatures that live on a parallel plane that is similar to that of humans. However, when the djinn choose the path of evil and destruction, they are certainly fearsome to behold. Their physical bodies are composed of a smokeless flame.

Basically, they grant wishes.

Okay so, if some of you are fans of the TV show Supernatural, you might guess were some ideas come from. If you're also a fan of Good Omens and American Gods, you'll see some more fun ideas.
Apparently, I like being creative with this. I guess I got tired of creating mundane ideas – so this popped up. If you guys don't like it, I won't continue it naturally – give it a chance is all I say.

GENRES:

Comedy / Romance / Horror / Crime / Supernatural.

Enjoy

-Kuroi.