Inferno's Graces
Disclaimer: Kuroshitsuji is a wonderful manga that hasn't been drawn by me~
Chapter 1: The Grace of having help to the way of Hell
The young girl was shaking on her feet, staring at the dead body in front of her along with the man wearing black. No, man wasn't what it was. After all, it wore heels, had feminine fingers, a demoniac smirk and red glowing eyes, seemingly to devour her.
"Ah. A demon." she had muttered. "I got punished for stealing the apple after all...The sister lied to me."
The "thing" snickered and crouched down at the level of the child's face who kept on staring at him.
"My, my, isn't this something unusual? A child who doesn't quiver in fear in front of Satan himself?"
He patted her on the head with an amused look on his face. He was handsome, even handsomer then the boy she had a crush on from the next street. She wanted to reach for his long black flowing hair, touch it, brush it with her fingers, plait it into an elegant plait. And put a rose in it too, a red rose to match his beautiful eyes.
She wasn't scared to sin anymore. After all, she was going to hell, even if she had prayed properly all her life long.
"The Lord won't save me, why would I call for him anymore since he didn't listen?"
A chuckle.
"Oya, wouldn't our little missy be aware that the gods are useless in this world?"
He touched her cheek with his pale hand, stroking her dirty cheek. He looked into her deep blue eyes and curled a strand of her messy carrot colored hair.
"The sister lied to me, so He did too, since He spoke through her mouth as she said." was the simple answer she gave with her crystal clear voice.
"Poor thing." fake sighed the demon. "Say, Missy, would you be interested into making a contract with me? I never lie."
She blinked at the word contract, not grasping the full meaning behind it. He kept on stroking her hair, giving a nice warm feeling to the child, making her literally cling to him. She truly didn't know any better than accepting the fake concern of a demon.
"Become mine and I'll grant any wish of yours till you die." he whispered in her ear.
She stared in his red eyes, surprised, gripping at it's long black hair. Hope had come into her eyes, exactly what he had been aiming for.
"You'll give me food?"
"Of course, My Lady."
"I'll be able to wear beautiful dresses?"
"Yes, My Lady."
"Will you set me free?"
"Yes, My Lady."
"...Can you punish the sister who lied to me?"
A smirk drew on his lips, showing it's sharp teeth.
"Yes...My Lady."
She hadn't seen the sneer, neither the carnage, neither the blood dripping off the walls and victims around the feet of the demon. Neither had she understood in what she had thrown herself in, neither the two spectators who were at the top of the stairs, watching them.
"Cieeeeeeeeeeeel~!"
A small blonde figure threw herself at the equally tall black haired figure, with a lot of smiles, squeals and kisses on the cheek. Completely hyped to see the love of her life, aka the doomed Ciel Phantomhive, Elisabeth Middleford had totally forgotten all her manners and etiquette behavior, acting completely familiar with the noble boy. The Earl, slightly (extremely) annoyed by her attitude, shoved her aside, trying to greet her normally while taking his breath back from having been almost squeezed to death.
"E-Elisabeth. Why are you here?" he asked annoyed.
But the girl wasn't even listening and looking around in the main hall, seemingly to be searching for something. She found the "three idiots", Finny, Meylene and Bard behind a pillar, Tanaka behind another with his cup of tea, but didn't give them any attention. Sebastian was looking at her with his usual smile, while Ciel was already trembling with irritation.
"Listen at least when people talk to you!" he reprimanded her.
"Where's she?" was the answer he got.
"Eh?"
All faces except that of the little lady, had turned into a questioning one. Elisabeth pointed at Ciel in an angry manner.
"We're only kids and you already cheat on me!"
Ciel's jaw dropped in a pretty comical way and the whole Phantomhive house laughed at his face. It was so rare to see a genuine surprised face of their master and especially if it was made in such comical situation.
"What the hell are you talking about?" he shouted.
"Don't you dare to deny it, Ciel! It's uncute to do so, you know."
Sebastian chuckled at the hopeless and irritated face of his master and said:
"I think she's talking about the guest the Queen told you to take care of, along with her butler."
The Earl found his composure at those words and rubbed his temples.
"Ah, her."
"Who, who?" asked Elisabeth.
At the same time, two pairs of steps came down the large stairs of the house. Elisabeth's eyes widened and her hands came in front of her mouth in a gesture of admiration.