"Not too tight, Jezebel."

Lillith's cold lifeless emerald eyes stared into her reflection, her maid combing through the tangles that laid hidden in her waves of wood colored hair.

Jezebel gave a light nod, a soft smirk pulling at her red tanted lips.

Her young mistress was cold and distant from the world, often lost in her own mind. but never did that flame of burning rage go out in her heart. Jezebel could feel it growing stronger as the days went by.

She'd certainly be a tasty soul to steal.

"Done, My lady."

A thick white bow held Lillith's hair up in a wavy ponytail, curls bouncing at the end. Lillith stood up from her vanity, stumbling ever so slightly. Her body was growing weaker with time, and all the medication did was ease the pain.
Her process of death was growing more irritating.

"whats in store for today, Jezebel?" Lillith's voice asked in a grumble. the headachs were starting rather early this morning too, it seemed.

"in 2 hourz we'll be expecting 'ze Phantomhive boy. Ciel, waz'zit? 2 hours after zat will be your piano lesson, followed by a visit from Mrs. Dante for your history." Jezebel followed her mistress into the drawing room, a cup of tea in hand. "today's tea is in honor of ze guest. Earl grey." she gently placed the cup on the desk, being careful not to get in the way of Lillith's papers.

"Hm. I see. That will be all, Jezebel."

Jezebel gave a quick bow before leaving the room, going to tend to much more important things.

"A Rosemond lady is always kind. A Rosemond Lady is always well mannered..."

Lillith huffed at the words before her. her mother always read it out to her before bed in hopes that it would help her child grow up as a wondrous women, much like herself.
As honored as Lillith was, she couldn't help but find fault in there hopes.

Lillith brushed past the papers, finding a certain folder. Her cold eyes softened for a moment before she brushed past the folder as well. this was no time to get caught up in the past.

knock knock

"come in." Jezebel bowed her head lightly in respect as she opened the door, moving to the side to let the guests in. A tall black haired man stood beside what appeared to be a boy around Lillith's age. The boy had doll like eyes, a ocean blue gracing them and silently staring back into her own emerald ones. She was a bit taken back by the two and the oddly familiar air that surrounded the older man.

"Ciel, i assume?" Lillith stood, out stretching her hand. Nodding, Ciel took it, shaking it firmly. "You must be Lillith. Better Known as the Lily among Roses." the butler smirked. the way his words rolled off his tongue was almost..
Demonic.

Ciel gave him a sideways glare. "excuse Sebastian." Lillith shook her head, taking her seat once more as she motion for him to do the same.

"Its fine. His statement is accurate. Its traditional for the women among my family to be named after a flower. My Mother changed her name to Rossila. My aunt, who was the sister of my Father, Was simply named Rose. I'm so far the only one who's name comes from the Lily."

"interesting. Why a Lily, may i ask?"

Lillith leaned forward, resting her head in her hands.

"Because it symbolizes purity." she smirked ever so slightly, her eyes running over to Jezebel.
"rather ironic, isnt z'it my Lady?"

Ciel narrowed his eyes slightly, looking over to his butler in silence. He could sence it just as well as Sebastian could smell it. these two were no ordinary noble and maid.
"But enough of my family history. lets get down to why i called you all the way out here." Ciel's ears perked up. He had come unwillingly to visit his new business partner, unaware rather or not it would even be worth the long trip.

But to be honest, after loosing Madam Red, he sort of needed a get away.
"In celebration to our partnership, I've arranged a party. if you care to stay for the night, you will accompany me as my guest of honor." Lillith held her hands in her lap, a gentle, but artificial, smile pulling at her lips. Ciel blinked, taken back by the offer.
So long as he wasn't asked to dance, he'd be fine. after all, it was in the honor of their partnership. As over done as it seemed, it would be a perfect time for him to gain points with the local nobles. In turn, more business for his company.

"alright. sounds innocent enough." Ciel smirked. "Wonderful. Jezebel, prepare his room." Jezebel nodded, turning to leave. "Sebastian, go help her. I wish to speak with Lady Lillith alone."

Sebastian tossed his master a curious look before nodding, stepping out of the room.
Ciel leaned back in the chair he occupied, his eyes watching Lillith closely. Her sunk in eyes, her white pasty skin. She looked more like a ghost then a girl. "Your family is known for its illness, as well as its many beautiful gardens." he closed his eyes for a moment.

"I mean no disrespect, but i find nothing about you pure." he opened his eyes, watching her movements.

for a moment, her eyes widened. slowly, they softened. An amused expression formed along her face, a soft chuckle slipping past her lips. "i suppose its easy for you to sniff out one of your own, huh, Dog?"

Ciel huffed, smirking slightly. "it wasn't hard, honestly."
Lillith narrowed her eyes lightly in a glare. "this will prove to be an interesting partnership."

Jezebel frowned lightly as she unlocked the door to one of the many guest rooms. This one, however, was one of the finest. The target color of the room was within the blue family. In Jezebel's opinion, it matched the young Earl perfectly. "Its been a long time." Sebastian muttered from behind her, his whisper brushed a light gentle gust of air past her ear.

Jezebel wasn't fazed, however. the two had butted heads more the once in the past. "Zat isn't amusing, Sa'bastion." She huffed in her heavy french accent. Sebastian smirked. "I must say, i don't miss how you say my name."

Jezebel turned, glaring lightly. He simply smiled in return.

after quickly setting the room up, Jezebel lead the way back to the drawing room.
"Mademoiselle, z'it's time for lunch. where would you prefer to 'ave z'it today?" Lillith seemed red in the face, obviously angered by whatever she and the young Earl had talked about. He appeared just as red.

"the Garden today. I'll like to tend to the family garden." she huffed, brushing past Jezebel.

Her smell rushed under Jezebel's noes. her eyes lit up a light purple color, a smirk pulling at her lips.

The smell of longing revenge. The scent of a broken girl.

No.. A broken women.

She hunts endlessly for one soul, all the while knowing that her own is destined to be taken.

That's what made the perfect meal.

That's what made this lily.

She was, by far, anything but pure.