Summary: Sebastian fulfilled his contract with Ciel and consumed his soul. Not long after he made another contract with a new master. What goal could be so important that she'd be willing to sell her soul?


Madeline awoke to her now familiar morning routine. Normally it wouldn't take one six months to get used to a new routine but the time was well needed, considering all the changes that had to be made to her daily lifestyle .

"It is time to wake up my lady," chimed a tall man with pale skin and messy raven black hair that seemed to stylishly fall into place.

Because six months ago she didn't have a demon for a butler.

As Madeline's eye lids slowly opened she could recall the dream that recently took place behind them. She was thinking about the it when her butler handed her a morning cup of tea. Madeline just looked down at he cup, the lingering emotions from her dreams swirling in her mind. She was trying to make sense of it all when her strange behavior was notice by her butler.

"Is something the matter?"

Her train of thought was disturbed as she realized she had to respond. "..huh? Oh, no I just had a dream is all..." Her sentence trailed off as she returned to thinking about her dream, still looking down at her cup. She didn't even notice her butler's lack of response or that slight frown on his face, which meant he was clearly thinking himself. His pause was only slight though before he recited her daily schedule. Madeline heard but she was not focused on his words. That is until he said something that made her almost knock over her tea.

"...and the Fletcher's ball is tonight..."

Her head shot up before he could continue further. "Sebastian, please inform them that I will not be attending."

He looked at her and shook his head. "Your parents believe this is a very important business relation. It would not be wise to refuse the invitation," he urged.

Madeline groaned inwardly. Why does everything have to be so inconvenient? She wanted more time before she had to face Lucas Fletcher. Especially after the dream she just had. She closed her eyes and nodded her head, indicating she would go after all.

Love. To her it was the most pointless emotion on Earth. This didn't mean her body rejected it but that her mind was normally too busy to think about it. It was only in dreams that this absurd emotion could distract her. Nevertheless she would be damned if she was going to let it affect her.

Sebastian didn't appear to notice his mistress struggling over her emotions when he laid out her clothes. "Breakfast will be ready downstairs." And with that he left the room.

Putting on her clothes Madeline tried to forget about the emotions that were causing her problems. Instead she recalled the day when she had to fight Sebastian to dress herself. It was his first day acting as her butler when he went to wake her up and insisted upon dressing her. She flat out refused. He said that it was a butler's duty and that there was nothing to be embarrassed about flashing one of his devilish smirks, teasing her. That earned him a slap across the face and an order to get the hell out of her room. Madeline cracked a smile when she remembered the look on the butler's face as his eyes flared red, telling him that he had to obey the order.

Dressed in a simple blue dress with lace detailing at the hem and a pair of low-heeled ivory flats, she made her way downstairs.


The scene that awaited Madeline was one of a butler behind a chair at the far end of a very long table that had only one place set. It always baffled her why her parents bought such a long table when neither of them could spare enough time to sit down and eat at it with her. She could remember when she was a child how everyday she would rush to the dining room hoping that her parents would be there to share a meal. She had no such hope now. No, her parents were in another country to oversee their business. Too busy with business to care for their only child, the way it has always been.

Sebastian pulled out her chair for her as Madeline sat down the way Sebastian had instructed her so many times before. "Always smooth your skirts before you sit down so that they do not wrinkle," he had said. The months of training were rough but Sebastian had now trained her how to eat her breakfast like a proper young lady.

"Today's breakfast is a garden omelet with spinach, tomatoes, and cheese. Is there anything else I can get you my lady?"

"A glass of orange juice would be wonderful, Sebastian."

"Very well."

As Sebastian poured her orange juice Madeline took another look down the long table. This house is so empty with just Sebastian and I. In the past her parents were around and when they weren't they would hire a nursemaid to look after her. After they fired the last one, that's when they permanently hired Sebastian to look after her. Of course they didn't know that he was a demon and would one day eat their daughter's soul.

"Sebastian, do you ever get lonely?"

The demon was momentarily surprised to receive this answer and was curious as to where it was coming from. It didn't take him long to figure it out. "No, I cannot say I do. As demons, we have very different emotions than humans."

Madeline's face fell. "Oh, I see."


"Sebastian, you just taught me this dance a couple days ago. It is not necessary to go over it again."

Madeline was completely irritated as Sebastian went over the steps—for a waltz she had no intention to remember the name of—again and again.

"Seeing as you are currently stepping on my foot, I believe it is quite necessary."

She tilted her head up to look him in the eye only to see the butler smiling down at her. Clearly he was enjoying himself.

"I am only stepping on your foot because it is too awkward to dance with someone so tall," she said with a huff.

Sebastian's lips twitched into his full demonic smirk. Oh no this cannot be good. "Really? I was under the impression you would need practice dancing with someone so tall. Isn't Lord Fletcher around my height?"

The words themselves were normal enough, she was going to his ball and would be expected to dance with him. But the demon's smirk and tone told her he knew a lot more. She cursed inwardly. Damn demon, of course he knew.

The dream she had this morning again surfaced to her thoughts. A soft flush appeared across her angry face. Sebastian's smirk grew even more wicked having his assumption confirmed. Honestly, it was just too easy to make his mistress angry.

Madeline was sick of the demon always taunting her. He may be more powerful than her but does he forget that she is the one holding the leash? She narrowed her eyes as if about to scheme something to put him in his place but then she let out a sigh realizing how pointless it would be to battle against him. Her goal is too important to be side-tracked by a petty fight with a demon. But why out of all the demons did she have to get him?

She looked back at the demon, her expression clearly saying that she did not want to banter anymore. Sebastian complied and they finished their lesson in peace.


This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction. Critiques are welcome, I know I have a lot to learn as a writer but I figured the best way to learn is to give it a shot.

Thank you so much for reading!