Okay so this is gonna be a rewrite since I felt there was something missing in the format. So here's a quick history lesson Sebastian used to be Damien is 524 yrs old and a demon (duh!) his wife Alina was secretly a witch but she comes from the Celestial line of witches which means she is more powerful at night and possess elemental and shadow magicks. She was found out in the 1300's and burned at the stake and Sebastian sold his soul to a demon to take revenge and unleashed the black plague. Alina revives herself from the ashes of the fire used to kill her and begins searching for Sebastian but was captured by slave traders and began using her powers to escape a few times. Ends up giving in after returning to the village to find evidence suggesting that Sebastian was killed like the others so she leaves and begins living as a servant in various parts of England.
Prologue:
"Sebastian, why must demons eat the souls of mortal?" The ravenette butler looked at his master in surprise. He had known by now to expect the unexpected with the young Phantomhive, but this was something completely new. Sebastian Michealis was officially at odds with young Ciel.
"Because, young master, we cannot feel."
"Can't feel eh?" Ciel asked blandly. He turned his attention to the window only to turn back. "Sebastian are there female demons?" Sebastian instantly tensed then shook his head.
"Female demons are made but cannot be born. There must be a bond between mortal and demon." Sebastian's eyes darkened into a dull bloody brown instead of their usual vibrant maroon. Ciel nodded and dismissed him. Sebastian left to the garden before grabbing his chest and falling to his knees. His heart ached; to him this was worse than his starvation from Ciel.
Later on while he was cleaning up, knowing full well Ciel was trying to get a picture of him to see who he treasured most, he felt the dull ache settle when he noticed the usual black cat in the rose garden. 'My little treasure' He thought softly. By evening he was utterly exhausted with the thought of the next day's work load. Broken wall in the study, shattered statue in the game field, and of course the fireworks displays, it was tiring just to count up all the extra work. Sebastian sighed in relief regardless. They hadn't successfully gotten a picture of him with the Tolbert Camera and Sebastian was grateful for that. Or so he thought until Ciel's plan came into play.
Ciel however was staring at the copied photograph that Mey-Rin, Finny, and Baldroy were able to give him earlier. Sebastian was kneeling over Ciel and beside Sebastian was a young woman. She was obviously shorter than him, shoulder length black hair, bright eyes in the light of the fireworks, and she was dressed in an elegant dark dress, it was a simple dress but it was elegant none the less. She was radiant. What caught Ciel's attention most was the necklace she was wearing. It had the same emblem as the mark in his eye, the demon's mark on Sebastian's hand. He locked eyes with Sebastian as he entered the Study.
"Who is this Sebastian? You said you cannot lie and I ordered you not too."
Ciel glanced away from his butler as he slapped the photograph of her onto his desk. Sebastian's demeanor collapsed as he slid to his knees on the carpet. Ciel heard the dull thump of Sebastian's body falling. Sebastian felt the hot sting of fresh tears hit his eyes. His one secret, his promise, his divine treasure.
"So you did manage a photo." Sebastian rasped.
"Who is she Sebastian?" Ciel glared at his butler through the window reflection in front of him. Sebastian felt his chest aching. Ciel wasn't sure if she was a demon and it was more obvious that Sebastian truly did care. His butler lost every ounce of his calm demeanor and crumbled. Whoever this woman was – whoever he lost – she was a massive weakness and Ciel could not afford such a blow to his loyal servant to continue as a problem. Indeed something had to be done.
"Speak, Sebastian, I don't have all day." Sebastian swallowed and heaved a sigh. He rose to his feet regaining his calm façade once again.
"Young Master, she is Alina." Ciel narrowed his eyes.
"And how did you come to know her?"
Sebastian rose slowly, his decades of grief slipping out from within. He stood straight and, taking a deep breath said, "Young master, Alina's last name was Michealis." Ciel turned to Sebastian in a wide eyed stare. Sebastian nodded. "Yes young master, she was my wife."
-Flashback: Sebastian's POV-
Sebastian stared at the painting. Alina was smiling and happy; her eyes were brilliant and she looked like the most radiant of diamonds. He smiled as he moved the brush about the canvas. Alina was excellent at maintaining her posture. Though years of high society would allow for that after all being the daughter of a Marquis is no easy thing. He smiled as he touched up the eyes allowing the paint to soak into them making them more vivid.
"Alright Lady Divaggio you can rest. I'm finished."
Alina sighed openly. She sat up from her seat and stretched, relieving the ache in her back and shoulders.
"Oh good. I was worried I would be a statue before you were finished." Sebastian laughed. "Anyway," Alina said, "may I see it?" Sebastian carefully turned the painting and smiled at Alina's excited expression.
"Oh Damien! It's perfect! I knew I married you for a reason." Sebastian frowned seemingly wounded "Oh Alina I thought you loved me!" He said rather dramatically. Alina wrapped her arms around his waist tracing shapes with her fingers. Softly nuzzling his chest. "Oh Damien, I do love you. So dearly."
"Even with those rumors hanging over our heads?"
"Even more."
Sebastian smiled and kissed her cheek. A loud bang at the door made them both jump.
"Who do you think it is?" Alina asked.
"Hopefully not another tax collection."
"The king is so greedy he makes even the Devil look like a saint."
The door was thrown off it's hinges as soldiers rushed in seizing them both.
"What is the meaning of this?! We've already given our cut of taxes to the collector!" Sebastian cried as the dragged him and Alina into their foyer.
A tall officer stepped before them holding an open parchment roll. "Alina Yunalesca Divaggio you are hereby under arrest on charges of witchcraft as evidence of your mother the gypsy Selene Ravena Night famous for her visions and spell casting which you inherited confirmed by your father Marquis Alexander Manon Thomasin Divaggio II. You are charged with supporting charges as confirmed by your neighbors and the church. As a confirmed witch you are sentenced to death by the unholy flames you were birthed from. By order of the King, the Court, the Church, and may God have mercy on your soul."
The couple paled at the news.
"N-n-no! No it can't be!" Alina said as the soldiers dragged her away leaving Sebastian behind in their home. He immediately took off down the pathway in the back of the house. He ran to Old Baba's house in the woods. Upon arrival Sebastian began pounding desperately on the wooden door.
"Baba Loa! Baba Loa! Please help me!"
-End Flashback-
"So, she's been missing for almost five hundred years?""
"No, my lord, but I haven't seen her since that night. She was burned alive. I came back with a book that Baba Loa had given me only to watch the woman I loved being burned to death. Her last words were 'A curse from the damned. A curse upon you all.'"
"And you unleashed that curse, didn't you?"
"Yes my lord I sold my soul to Lucifer himself and fullfilled her wishes."
"And you still miss her?"
"Every day my lord, she has yet to leave me a good night's sleep."
"Well then we'll see to that being fixed."
"Very well sir."
"You may go Sebastian."
"Yes, young master."
Sebastian stepped out of the study, immediately heading for his room. Once inside he locked the door, sat on the bed, and began crying; his most precious secret, Alina's locket clutched in his hand from its hiding place in his breast pocket.
Three months have passed since that day. Sebastian wanted nothing more than to be alone but being a Phantomhive butler meant denying his needs for the sake of his current contract. Sebastian sat down in the garden, currently running his hand over the pocket watch Alina gave him. It was a plain copper watch. But it was her last gift.
"I still can't believe how much I miss you." He mumbled.
Mey-Rin, Finny, and Bardroy took notice of Sebastian's sudden silence and mood. He wasn't his usual charming self and it was bothering simply from the lack of knowledge they had to Sebastian's situation. They had spent the better part of their day, yet again, coming up with theories about why he seemed so unhappy. They had sat in the front room discussing and arguing for a solid hour.
"Maybe Sebastian's getting sick." Finny said. Mey-Rin nodded in agreement.
"If Sebastian was sick he wouldn't have been working all day. He'd be in bed resting up and trying to get better."
"That's a good point Bard." Mey-Rin said. All at once they sighed in defeat. A soft knocking at the front door jumped them out of their thoughts. All three of the clumsy servants made a bolt for the door; stopping to see Sebastian falling to his knees at the sight of an older gentleman carrying her, the young woman from the photo.
"It's the girl from the photo." Finny whispered.
"Is she okay?" Mey-Rin asked.
Sebastian rose slowly, taking Alina into his arms again. He thanked the gentleman, Sir Jonathan Young, for bringing her home. In his arms Alina sighed and stirred, placing her arms around his neck. The three other servants gasped at the sight of tears falling down Sebastian's face. The three servants stopped breathing altogether when they saw Sebastian nuzzling her hair as he adjusted his hold on her.
"Well, it's good to see that she's finally arrived." Ciel said from the staircase. Sebastian's eyes widened in realization.
"Young master, did you?"
"I did. You can't imagine how difficult it was to track her down. I do expect a meeting after this also Sebastian. That's an order."
"Yes, my lord."
The remaining servants had completely toppled by this point.
"What just happened?" Finny asked shakily.
"Well... ummm..." Baldroy stammered still unsure,"Mey-Rin are you okay?!" The two men looked to see the poor maid loopy on the floor with an obvious nosebleed.