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Infinity minus one : Epilogue

"Lady Kienna!" I burst into a flame covered room and I saw my Lady's silhouette being burned into ashes. I cried out in shock. I had failed her, failed my job, failed her mother and father…

The acrid smell of smoke filled my senses as my young charge died right before my eyes, and the whispered wishes of her parents laid unfulfilled in my hands.

A bright white light shone and I was standing in the presence of the several powerful, serene angels known as The Council.

I sobbed, longing to see Lady Kienna again, my guilt never-ending…Standing in front of such noble's in burnt and torn clothing, I will never be a Saviour again.

"Evangeline Maia Kinsella! You have failed the Randall family! Failed your job as a Protector, shamed our name as Angels! The Tenshi, Bidari, second to God Himself! Jury what is your verdict?" The judge's voice carried to the back of my head, as the jury shouted: Guilty!

"Very well then, this is your verdict. You shall be cast on Earth again allowed to live, but as a lowly demon. Be gone!" And with that, his thunderous voice dissipated and I was hurtled down to Earth.

I did not feel anything, only pain. I remorse in what was left of my soul. I was breathing, I was sure of that, but my heart remained painfully still as my change from angel to demon took place.

There was a mark on my shoulder, it burnt so painfully and the cold wind whipped my thin pathetic excuse of a dress apart. I could not move, and just laid there, looking at the sky, thinking about Lady Kienna.

Days and nights passed, the world was as silent as it could be after the burning pain of my transformation ended, like a leaf dropping onto a still clear pool of water, the ripples disappearing quick.

Then all of a sudden, I could live again. I felt my form turn into a human shape, and I could move. There was a sick emptiness in my heart though. I missed being an angel so very much.

Gathering all the strength I had left, I clutched the thin cloth around me and walked.

I could feel my surroundings turn into a large city, and the language the people spoke was familiar, like what I used to speak. English.

I walked right in the middle of the road once, and carriages threatened to run me over. I was still dizzy, and stumbled clumsily through. The ache in my head was nothing compared to the pain in my heart and the burn on my shoulder though.

I jumped and turned from building to building, hunting for tonight's meal. A lonely lady perhaps, or a drunken man on the side of the street?

It was the year of 1860, the year I grew sick of only knowing how to eat. I resolved to make use of the demon's contract so I could harvest the perfect soul myself.

I planned on making a good meal tonight before thinking things over, my life as a demon was not only to be wasted on thoughts of food. There must be a way…

But my thoughts were so disturbed I ended up by the countryside. A weak demon scent filled my nostrils and I hurried towards it. If there is a demon scent, he could possibly be hunting and could share the meal with me, right?

As soon as I saw though, I doubted my senses for the first time. Maybe I had smelt wrong, although that never happened before.

A young girl stood in the middle of a country highway, and horses whipped past her. How stupid, did she not know that it would endanger her?

I was about to turn back and hunt some more but I saw out of the corner of my eye a man snatching her, to an alley.

I don't know exactly what lead to me following them, but I felt that the girl was about to be violated and snarled. I was surprised, even at myself. Since when did mortal lives ever become an issue for me, an immortal living demon?

I shrugged. Following them wouldn't hurt, besides, my plans for dinner tonight were cancelled due to loss of appetite.

I closed my wings of black and stood on top of the opposite roof, poised in action.

Now that I could see closer, she was much more pretty than the average demon, with sky-blue eyes and dark hair that reached her waist, messy and tousled. A slim and lean figure. But her smooth face was haggard with worries, guilt and a hint of insecurity.

The man twirled a knife between his fingers; he had her cornered. "I suppose I could give you two choices, since I'm at an advantage here."

She did not reply, silent as she glared at him, all while fighting her apparent pain. In my mind, I realised she was a newborn, so that must be the cause of her apparent weakness.

As he pushed her against the wall, I could see her whimper slightly, closing the thin dress around herself protectively.

"Alright then. Would you rather die tonight or live in shame? Hmm?" That bastard. He urged her to hurry and decide, or else he would.

Her voice shook a little as she replied, "Go ahead and kill me. My life holds no meaning if my honour is taken."

Her answer shocked me greatly. Almost a great deal of other females would prefer to live, or say nothing in response. I admire her bravery and intelligence, as well as code of morality.

"As you wish!" The man kissed his blade and brought it down onto her chest, the silver glinting dangerously. I jumped off the roof.

The blade hovered in front of my face dangerously. That bastard… The night air was still and calm. I wondered, was I really about to end my life, so fast?

I shut my eyes, this is what I asked for, and maybe, just maybe I would get to see my Lady again to beg her forgiveness.

The blade cut into my chest, a deep stab and I fell to the ground. The pain was almost unbearable, and I felt a cool hand press against it. Strange, it felt like my wound was healing.

I could feel a hint of demonic scent. What? And where was the man who tried to take my life?

I slowly opened my eyes, and I heard a huff of breath and a chuckle.

My lashes fluttered. I was being carried by a demon in a black suit with red eyes.

"My Lady, you needn't fret. The human is gone, but your wound is very heavy and you suffer too much for a newborn demon." Oh that voice, so smooth and heavy, I long to see my benefactor's face. We fly into a dark place, but his face is still turned away.

He sets me down somewhere and my body tenses, smelling blood. My own blood.

"Thank you, Sir…" I huff and try to breathe in deeply, the pain doesn't hurt so bad now.

"Michaelis." He turns his face towards mine, and despite my blurred vision, it was the most beautiful face I had ever seen.

"Thank you. I am in the deepest gratitude…Ahh." The gash in my body visibly shrunk a little under black flames of fire from under his hand.

"Speak less, my Lady, you must conserve your energy. We have arrived."

"The newborns resting place. This place was spoken of often among our kind."

He smiled again, but it was a fake, as he held her in his arms and pushed open a black door.

"I have a desire to know what kind is of yours, but as you seem to know the standard procedure, this is where I bid you farewell, Miss…" He looked up questioningly in my eyes, crimson meeting casket amber-blood.

"Kinsella." I could but offer a weak smile.

"Sleep well my Lady." He placed me in a large bed with silken covers amongst the millions of others in the large room. The scent of the less peacefully departed was present. With a final fake smile, he bid me farewell.

It was red-velvet covered and smelt musty, that bed. I felt neither comfortable nor uncomfortable in it, it was just a resting place to me.

But as my eyes closed, I did not wonder when I would awake from my hibernation, nor where would I go. Instead…

I saw his handsome face again. 'Michaelis…'

Seventeen years and ten months later

"Are you sure you wish to summon me? Do you not know that thy must concede thy entire soul to me in return for self-seeked justice?" A pair of red eyes glowed but all the young boy could see was dark pain and torture.

"This is an order. Kill them!" The boy's right eye began to glow, and a large purple pentacle situated itself, similar to the one on the demon's left hand.

"Yes, my Lord." A brief slashing of humans, and bloodshed conceded. The young Earl smiled, bitter.

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Two months later

A black butler named Sebastian Michaelis returns with the Earl of Phantomhive household, ready to fulfil their contract.

Kuroshitsuji

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