Prelude

December 19th 1884

"Mother! Father! Wake up!" a young girl screamed just before she saw the savagely burned bodies of her beloved parents still nestled in their beds. Her crystalline blue eyes search for a sign of life in her family's eyes but found not a trace. They were gone. Her father had spoken about possibly leaving this earth before he was old but the girl never thought it would happen, nevertheless she was seeing it before her very eyes.

Tears streaming down her face she ran through the raging inferno that was swallowing her home inch by inch yelling for anyone, the maid Petunia who had just gotten engaged, the butler Dachi a japanese man that had been there since she was born, or even Eugine the cook from France or, Herman the gardener that had made her laugh. None of them came to her and she knew none survived . She was alone. She made it out into her mother's rose garden. Blinded by what she saw and the fact that her family and servants had not survived the little girl collapsed by the gates of the manor. Burned and black with smoke the girl cried herself to sleep and when she awoke it was to hear a carriage trotting into the driveway. She looked up to see an old woman with lime green eyes and silver hair that touched her shoulders. The maroon silk dress spoke of money but not nobility. She offered her hand to the girl who waited before taking the stranger's hand. She had never met the woman before but the gentleness of her eyes reminded the little girl of the mother she had only recently lost.

" Hello sweetheart. My name is Helen. My husband and I saw the smoke and came to see what had happened. I'm sorry luv, did you live here?" she asked softly as she wrapped the girl in a blanket her husband had handed to her form out of the carriage they had ridden in. She didn't get a real look at him but it was fair to say the man was just as gentle as the woman beside her now.

The girl nodded her head saldly. The older woman knelt beside her knowing the look upon the younger's face to be one of sadness and despair of losing one close to you. The way the girl stood and the remnants of a lace nightgown said the the girl was of nobility and the daughter of the owners of the mansion.

The remains spoke of a house fire and Helen briefly remember the newspaper saying that another mansion had burned down killing the family inside. Including the family's only child. Though they never found the body of the young boy. To think that something like that had happened again and the sweet little girl before her could have been just like that little boy scared her and she felt compelled to take care of the little lady for as long as she could.

"I'm sorry sweetie. Hey would you like to come with me and my husband back to our home until we can contact some of your family. You don't want to stay here would you." she asked the girl softly.

" Ok, but I don't have any family left. I had my mommy and daddy but they're gone now. But Daddy told me to got to Vincent if he went away. Do you know where he is?" the girl asked finally looking into Helen's eyes. The girl had stunning azure blue eyes Helen had seen in her lifetime. She was going to be a surefire widowmaker when she was older. Any man would be lucky to have her and any woman to look like her.

"Ok sweety. Harold can you get a blanket from the carriage please. Come on luv." She said picking up the girl. She looked about nine years old in her face, but her stature was one of a five year old, and her eyes said she has seen things no child her age should. " I only have one question for you," she said keeping up her soft tone of voice so not to scare the already scared girl. " What's your name?"

"Lilith." The girl said in a quiet voice. " My name is Lilith."

Lilith had been staying at Helen and Harold's home in London for just over two days when they got the news that the one person that Lilith was to go to if anything could have happened was gone and here only living relatives had moved to the American country. Helen had read up on records to find that Lilith was the heir to a very prestigious company and that her father and Vincent Phantomhive where longtime friends and business partners. Vincent had only one child a son and he died with Vincent and his mother the countess Rachel. When Helen and Harold asked about the young boy she said that she has only remembered seeing him twice once as she and her mother were going to pick up her father from a meeting with Lord Phantomhive. The only other time she recalled, was when Vincent and her father wanted to get a painting of them done but due to time the painter could only do it off a photograph . In said photograph the two men were facing the camera with their hand facing towards the onlooker as if to invite them. The boy and Lilith were standing behind their fathers to represent the future of their companies shares in each other and as an extension of their deals and friendship. Lilith recalled only gazing at the boy from behind her father's leg and he doing the same to her. They gazed at each other only long enough to take the photo and then their mothers swept them up once again keeping the two from ever meeting.

The next few weeks flew by for Lilith and the couple. Helen and Harold had always wanted a child and Lilith was an answer to their prayers. They loved her like their own and searched for her like family when she was snatched in the night and disappeared.

For months they searched and the scotland yard did everything they could and never found anything that could point them to the missing girl. And so they marked her as deceased and they moved on with their lives. In just a few short weeks Helen became depressed over the child she lost and took her own life in her home and with the loss of his wife Harold drunk the rest of his life away.

Lilith however never forgot the couple who had taken in a girl they didn't even know and took care of her. Even as she was locked in a cage,hungry and cold, scared and paranoid she held onto the memories of her parents. To the memories of the Smithsons Helen and Harold. And when she was finally dragged and shackled in the church she thought of them. Their smiles and laughs,and when the knife plunged into her chest and she heard the scream of the poor soul next to her mingle with her own, she only has one thought. I'm coming mother,father. I'll see you soon.

However Lilith never saw her parents that day. Instead she saw three tails of smoke rise next to the two children. She never knew what happened to the other kid that day all she focused on was the two creatures before her both wanting to make a deal. One wanting to give up his nature to be with whom he loved and one wanting her soul in exchange for finding out who did this to her. She had never gone through such pain as when she accepted,the mark of the contract burned into her neck. It was double the amount of pain with the power of the creature seeping into her veins turning him human and her half on what she was before. Although her wounds had healed and her life was saved she didn't realize what she had done until her new butler carried her out of the burning church. She had made a deal with the actual devil. And he was now working for her soul.

"Where to my lady?" He asked his red eyes almost covered by his black hair.

"My mansion burned down but now that my father is dead I own the land. So we are building a new mansion. Your job is to hire more staff. A maid, a cook, and a gardener. Make sure the are the best and can protect my manor the was my parents staff couldn't. Understand?" Lilith answered duly. All of the laughter and perkiness had left her voice. Her trauma had turned her into stone.

Her new butler got down on one knee and placed his hand over his heart. With head bowed and eyes he replied.

"Yes,my lady."