Alright guys, here's the rewrite. Thank you so much to everyone who's stuck with me and my non existent update timeline. What some people need to understand with my writings, not just this story but with all my stories is that this is just a hobby of mine. Writing Fanfiction isn't my job, I only write when I want to or get inspiration. If I don't update for a long time I may just not be in the mood to write. Thankfully, I don't get nagged by people about my lack of a schedule but I feel like I needed to share my feelings.
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Boredom can drive people to do crazy things; crazy and stupid. True most normal people, when they say they've done something crazy or stupid say they've nearly dipped their hand in hot fryer oil…on purpose. Now she herself hadn't done that, but she had seen someone else do it. As a witch, she had seen a lot of people do crazy things and she had done her fair share of crazy things as well. She wasn't a witch in the sense of someone practicing her religion in a different way, she was a species completely separate from humans.
She walked through a dense pine forest far out in the English country side. The moon was high and the light provided enough light in order for her to find her way around. With grass softly crunching under her heeled shoes, she gently ran a hand over the dark grey wolf as it walked with her. There were five others with her, temporarily traveling with her as she walked through the forest. She loved wolves, and they loved her as well. To her they represented freedom, something not many women had throughout many different time periods and many different countries.
She crossed her arms, absently tugging on the sleeves of her high necked and corseted black dress. The dress itself was simple but appropriate for the time. Though the corset itself wasn't unbearably tight, the witch found herself occasionally missing the days when she was in ancient Greece, wearing a free flowing toga or something similar. Oh well, fashions changed all of the time, who knew what the trends would be like in ten years or so?
As she walked, she wondered where she was even going. It didn't really matter, all she really wanted was something to do. A new adventure really. As a witch, she had been alive for quite awhile. She saw a clearing in the forest a few feet from her, a rather large one at that. While it was quite common for nobles to have large homes away from the city, she couldn't help but wonder about the house. Well, she was bored, and really didn't have anything else to do, or lose for that matter.
She motioned for the wolves to stay put. They nodded and settled down at the edge of the forest. They sat down or laid in a patch of moonlight, willing to wait for her until she came back. She scratched one of them behind the ear as she passed. When she made it to the front door of the manor, she found the door to be locked. She wasn't surprised but it never hurt to try the easy way in. She was about to work on the lock when she saw a nearby open window. She opened the window more, careful not to be too loud and hiked up her skirts before climbing in.
The inside of the manor looked just like any house of a noble lord. Detailed wallpaper, expensive looking vases and portraits obviously done by talented artists. Boredom and curiosity taking the lead, she began to snoop through the house. Again, nothing much caught her interest. Even in the library, with sharp green eyes studying the titles, nothing really stood out to her. She was about to hop out the library window when she noticed that one of the shelves was sitting at an odd angle. She went over to look at it and saw that it was really a door leading to a secret passageway. It appeared that the last person to go down hadn't shut it properly.
Feeling even more curious, she quietly crept down a long staircase. Who knew what could be at the end? Secret passage ways always held secrets, you could learn the truth about whoever own the house that had said passageway. Since the doorway was still open, it was safe to bet there were still people inside. She made sure her footsteps were as quiet as possible and kept an eye out for any debris so that she didn't step on it and alert anyone to her presence.
She found her way to a large set of heavy wooden doors. There was no one standing guard so the people inside no doubt thought that they were safe inside. Now while it was true that she had no ill intentions, all of that could change given the right circumstances. She heard loud chanting and a child scream. That was enough incentive for her to forcefully shove the doors open. As the doors parted, a deep, dark and inhuman voice met her ear.
"Oh...well, well. What a tiny master this is."
She looked around the room and saw a large pentagram drawn on the floor and there were candelabras everywhere. She saw blood all over the floor and knives scattered around the room. Fantastic, she had stumbled upon a cult. All the cult members stared at her in shock, stunned by her entrance but she ignored them. She saw a young boy sitting in a cage. He had blue hair and large blue eyes. The black haired woman could see that he was bleeding. Crouching in front of him was a demon. He was cloaked in shadows but she could see glowing cat like eyes narrowed towards her with a slight smirk of fangs on his face.
"What are you doing here!?" One of the masked cult members yelled angrily.
The woman turned towards him and looked him dead in the eyes. Why someone like him would bother to summon a demon, no doubt for some selfish reason was beyond her. He already had a great mansion, provided that the cult was in his house and even if it wasn't, odds were he was from the same social class.
"I was just looking around, then I detected an overwhelming smell of ignorance and it lead me right here." She said with a mocking smile.
She then turned and saw the little boy again, ignoring the enraged sounds of the various cult members. He was staring at her with wide scared blue eyes. He seemed to be reaching out to her. The black haired woman's gaze softened. He reminded her of Arya when... that happened. She turned towards the cult members.
"Where the hell is the key for the cage?" She said, her eyes narrowing.
"Y-You're going to let him out?" A man yelled indignantly.
"No," she said sarcastically. "I'm going to use the key to open the gates of heaven. Of course I'm going to let him out, imbecile."
"Who are you?" A woman in the crowd yelled.
The green eyed woman smirked. "I go by many names." Her face then hardened. She saw the key on a man's waist and with a flick of her wrist, it was in her hand. "None of which..." she walked towards the cage, keeping eye contact with the demon just in case he lunged at her. He seemed amused by her actions but also more wary of her after seeing her powers. "you're worthy..." she put the key in the lock and opened the cage, "of pronouncing." She gently pulled the small child out of the cage. Poor boy was covered in blood, cuts and bruises.
Just as soon as she helped the boy to his feet the demon was on her. She was backed up against the cage as the creature towered over her, his face inches from hers. Now the green eyed woman could see the outline of his smirking face but it was still in shadow. A gloved hand came up towards her face. There was a talon that inched toward her face and slowly glided down her cheek.
"I recognize you. I've seen you somewhere before." He said in a velvety, somewhat seductive voice. The woman before him remained unaffected however.
"I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific demon. As I'm over two thousand years old," many gasped at her words. "I've seen the Roman Empire fall, I've walked the desert sands alone, I've seen palaces in China and I've danced through castles made of stone."
"I saw you at the coronation ball of King Charles the Fifth of Italy, February twenty-fourth 1530." He said, his eyes studying her face.
"How can you be sure that was me?" She challenged him. "In those times, it was common for women to paint their faces and on top of that wear masks." She had serious doubts he could tell her that it was her that day.
"You wore a dark scarlet off the shoulder dress, pink cuffs, your hair was curled in a side ponytail, your face was painted white with a black design on the upper left side of your face, your lips were dark red, nearly black and your mask was red with gold lining and,"he paused and chuckled for a moment. Then, a pair of massive black feathered wings spread throughout the room, showering everyone with his feathers. "Black feathers."
The green eyed woman stood there in slight shock. He had just described what she wore that day to a T, but he forgot-
"And you wore this necklace." He said, picking up her wolf pendant.
The woman snapped out of her shock and grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of her head. "Hehe…you caught me. That was me, Signore." She smirked, throwing a bit of Italian in her speech.
"Whenever you two are finished flirting." The black haired woman turned and remembered the boy, who was standing there with his arms crossed.
"Not flirting…" She mumbled under her breath but she smirked nonetheless. She hoisted herself up to sit on top of the cage. The demon smirked in her direction but left it alone. He began to circle the boy, like a predator, which he was.
"You have given a big sacrifice. Now it's your choice whether to make a contract with a demon and have your wishes granted, or not." The demon licked his lips hungrily. "The price to cross the river has already been paid."
The small boy clenched his fists tightly. tears rolling down his cheeks. "I want, power..."
"Wha...!? Someone shut him up!" One of the cult members said but the small boy continued as if no one had spoken.
"The power to take revenge on the ones who did this to us!" He yelled before looking the demon in the eyes. "DEMON! I'LL MAKE A CONTRACT WITH YOU!"
"So you're abandoning the light for the path to hell...fine." The demon said, raising a hand. The darkness had disappeared from it, and he had a sleeve that appeared to be made of leather. "Well then, let's mark our bodies with the contract seal. The more visible the place where your seal is, the stronger its power. So, where do you want-"
"Anywhere is fine. I WANT A POWER STRONGER THAN ANYONE ELSE'S!" The small boy yelled.
The demon placed his hand on the right side of the child's face. "You're quite greedy despite your small body." He then roughly placed his hand over the boy's eye. "Well then." His eyes glittered with cruelty. "I shall put the seal on that big eye of yours, filled with despair." The child screamed in pain and a bright light filled the room.
The green eyed woman didn't intervene, though she wished there was a way she could take away the pain. The child wouldn't have been able to summon a demon the way he did if he wasn't truly prepared for everything that would entail. The child's legs gave out but the demon caught him. The woman stepped forwards and gently eased the child to sit on the ground. When he opened his eye again, tears of blood streamed down his cheek and his blue iris had been replaced by a purple pentagram.
"Kill them!" He said with eyes hard and full of hate.
"Yes, master."
As the demon rushed forward the black haired woman charged as well. When he looked at her questioningly she smirked.
"There's no way I'm letting you have all the fun!" She said cheerfully.
The demon did not question her and simply grinned maliciously as he began to cut into the pathetic excuses for demon summoners. The cult members swiftly died one by one in flashes of talons, balls of fire, spears of ice and earth and bolts of lightning. The demon had lowered the shadow wall and then turned on the green eyed woman.
"One more left." He smirked and lunged. Reflexively, she raised some earth spikes from the ground and readied herself to fight.
"Stop, don't kill her." The boy commanded.
The demon immediately froze in his tracks and chuckled, he then proceeded to warn the child to be more specific in his orders next time. The woman walked over to the child, slowly and calmly, so as not to startle him in case he was still a little jumpy after everything. She raised her hand, which glowed with a light green light. Gently placing it over one of the child's cuts, his eyes widened as he watched his skin stitch together, slowly covering the cut, leaving only flawless skin behind.
"What are you?" Ciel asked, as he watched her seal his wounds.
"I believe she is a witch, young master." The demon said.
She glanced back at the demon and saw that he was wearing attire appropriate for a butler. He was also smirking with his new, handsome human face. She laughed a little as she continued to heal Ciel.
"That's right, do you know a lot about witches, demon?" She asked curiously.
"No, witches tend to stay hidden and secretive and few of them can, or even try to summon a demon of my calibre, so my knowledge is limited." He said, studying her movements curiously.
Once she finished healing Ciel she stood up with a wide smile. "So where, to now?"
"You plan on staying with me?" Ciel asked, slightly surprised that this woman that he had just met would suddenly attach herself to him.
"Well yes. I was hoping to atleast. I'm afraid that I've grown rather bored lately and have been looking for a new adventure. Sitting in on a demon contract could prove entertaining. As you saw I have skills that could be of use to you." She said. She then looked at Ciel again and tilted her head just as she had done before, looking like a puzzled pup. "Can I still go with you?" She asked.
"Yes, you can work as my governess at my manor. If you are telling the truth about your age, then you surely must know a thing or two." He said.
She smiled and chuckled. "I've picked up a few things over the years."
"Tell me miss what is a name we are, as you put it, 'worthy of pronouncing.'" Sebastian said, quoting the witch from earlier.
She smiled at the two and laughed again. She knew now that her time here would be anything but boring. "Nyra Stark."