It's…been a long time since I've written in one of these. In fact, it feels like a century has passed since the last entry, which it might as well already have. All I know is that many things have happened since then, including many things I have no interest in talking about until I am on the verge of death.
Unfortunately (though not unexpectedly), the last few pages of my story have been either burned or stolen, so any confusion caused through these notes might as well be answered by a simple shrug of my shoulders. However, to be kind, I shall reiterate everything but my deepest past, though I doubt anyone would actually want to read it.
I have been very idiotic in the past one hundred years, so please excuse my ignorance. All of this was and is very new to me, but I have no plans on making any move to become more familiar to it in the future. This will be my first and last formal writing, which I apologize greatly for in case there are any inconveniences. However, I fear that I shall not be there to tell you in person, let alone in my grave. Which, once again, I give my greatest apologies, though in a written (and not serious) manner.
Before I go on telling you what you came here to read, let me tell you this: there is no regret in the words I have spoken and the actions I have taken. I've come to realize that something like that is merely the past, something I have already put away and tried to forget through my humanlike stupidity. Anything hateful shall be quickly ignored, as well as not taken seriously even in my Hellish state (pun intended).
Sorry to be formal. It is not in my nature to write introductions to stories. As you probably have noticed, I have not even told you the name I have been born with, which may or may not be a good thing up to this point. However, please refer to me as Leonide or Leon Delacroix, the names I have been known to have since I formed a contract with my current (and last) Mistress.
Whole story short, I am not an angel. I have been and could've been, if it had not been for my betrayal from the Faith. Now, I am simply one hell of a maid, serving my Mistress as a demon and forming the story as it goes along.
Oh, and, if Ciel Phantomhive is to read this, please know that I am sorry for everything that has happened to you. I sincerely hope we can meet again so I can help you once more. Also, please tell your butler that he can burn in the deepest pits of Hell. Thank you for everything you have done for me.
Though this is rough, please feel free to read through and examine these notes. I will appreciate it greatly if you take them as seriously as possible.
I do hope your nightmares are pleasant.