Hello Readers! So I had this idea for a long, long time and here it is. My OC and I exploring the Kuroshitsuji world.I hope you all like it. Please review and let me know what you all think about it. Happy Reading!


Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji...


Their Persephone, Enigma


Prologue

A loud screech and a bright flash of light encompassing the young earl's bedroom interrupted the daily dressing ritual of one Ciel Phantomhive by his ever dedicated butler Sebastian Michaelis. A frown on the handsome butler's forehead flashed for the merest of a second as he grabbed onto his young master and shielded him from what had apparently, crashed onto his young master's bed from thin air.

Both master and servant stared at what was a young woman, a girl really, moan incoherently into the earl's pillows. A disgusted snort was heard from the earl's direction at the sight of girl's tangled limbs in his bed sheets and her eagle sprawled form.

But the same could not be said for the butler in the room. What he was at the mysterious appearance of the new guest in the manor could be best described as fascinated. A day in the life of his young master was never boring to say the least.

"My my, young master! A mysterious woman in your bed. Would you two like some privacy?"

Came the silky deceptive voice of the maroon eyed butler, his eyes not leaving the threat in the room. As expected his master flushed angrily and before he could snap at the insolence of his butler, a soft female voice from the bed interrupted coldly, "No, but the injured and clearly victimized person in the room would much appreciate a hand. So, if you would be ever so kind as to giving me a hand?"

A wicked smirk covered the resident demon's lips as he stood up straight, slowly stalked towards her and responded smoothly, "Of course, Miss. Might I inquire about the nature of your dropping in?"

Before he could reach her side or offer her a hand, she raised herself on her elbows, lifting her previously buried head from the pillows and with a surprising amount of grace and speed she sat up in the earl's large bed.

Her mouth, lips full and a bright pink, quirked up in a smirk as she asked, her tone anything but warm, "Dropping in? Funny man, aren't you?"

She was staring at them, drinking them in, studying, calculating, assessing and Ciel had to admit he had never seen a girl with that much intelligence in their eyes before. Her sudden and peculiar entrance in his bedroom hadn't been the oddest thing he had seen in his short lifetime, especially since he had come to associating with the supernatural.

Both master and butler were looking all over her. Everything about her was odd. Ciel knew instantly that she was around his age, perhaps a little bit older but not by much. Long wild and shiny ebony locks flowed freely around her face and body, the sunlight from the window shone red in her hair. A beautiful and delicately carved pale face with those luscious full lips and cheeks flushed a pretty pink. But the most attractive feature on her face was her big emerald green eyes with those thick and long dark lashes shinning with brilliance. Her skin was all milk and cream and she was dressed most indecently, concluded Ciel silently.

What looked like a lavender tunic of some sort with a dipped neckline which showed a long lick of pale and soft skin and flesh from her long elegant neck down to her chest, which was impressively sized. She was not wearing a corset or much underneath and that was inappropriately obvious. But even without the corset, her tunic hugged her body snug and tight showing off her tiny waist. Her arms were all bare showing off her pale, thin and toned arms with slim, delicate and elegant hands.

Her legs swinging from the side of his bed, looked long and slim. She was wearing some sort of black trousers which hugged her legs like a second skin and ended into a pair of soft looking ankle length lavender boots. What was she, who was she and why was she there looking almost as indecent as Lau's little sister Ran-Mao.

It was the slightest bit unsettling for Ciel when he noticed Sebastian eyeing the disheveled girl on his bed, something menacing glittering in his maroon eyes. Ciel's voice was cold when he demanded, "Your name."

One of her dark brows hitched up as she fired back calmly, "Is mine to give and I will do so in a moment. First, I expect you to show the proper courtesy of giving me your names first. But since you two seem to be eyeing me like a poison spitting hag of a witch, simply tell me, are you Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian Michaelis?"

A dark chuckle came from the demon butler which made the girl on the bed blink owlishly. She breathed sharply and swallowed hard and asked in a weak, almost strangled manner which seemed utterly uncharacteristic of her, "And you two aren't cosplaying?"

Ciel scowled fiercely at her. What was she mumbling about? He snapped at her, "What on earth is cosplaying? Do we look like we are playing games, Miss? You are the one who crashed onto my bed and in the privacy of my room and you dare ask us pointless questions?"

She gave him a sharp nod. Then, replied mechanically, "Yes. Apologies, Earl Phantomhive. I am Persephone Darling and from the looks of things, I am fucked. Metaphorically speaking, of course. Wouldn't want to offend your delicate sensibilities!"

A deep and dark chuckle came from the demon in the room. Ciel glared at her, her offensive language and her offensive implications. This Persephone Darling was an anomaly and it never was a good thing when a demon laughed looking utterly tickled.