Prologue

There was a time before a certain Ciel Phantomhive lived. A time where the man once known as Sebastian lived in the depths of Hell, waiting for a master and a good story takes place in that very time.

Chapter 1: The Butler, Beginning

I started the day by waking up to the roar of demons. Just like everyday. Can't they be any quieter? A man needs his sleep. I hoped that I would get called to the human world soon, for I couldn't take anymore of this incessant noise. Surely there is a wretched human somewhere. But another wretched creature interrupted my thoughts.

"HELLO! GOOD MORNING~" The demon that sought me out every damn morning to scream into my ear yelled.

I rubbed my ear gingerly. "Do you have to do that every morning?" I asked.

He tilted his head and smiled. "Of course. And call me Wilfred. I like it better that way."

I sighed. "You know we don't have names, right?"

He stopped smiling for a second, and said softly, "That's what the last person that I took a soul from called me."

"Well, it's over then." I snapped. "Get your human sentiments out of the way. You are a demon."

He looked at me then. "You don't understand. But maybe you will one day."

I laughed then, at the ridiculousness of that statement. "Right, and demons will turn into angels. Goodbye sir, I have business to do."

He looked curious. "Like what?" He asked.

I grinned, showing my sharp teeth. "Soul hunting."

"No," He said softly as he watched me prepare my coat and things for a journey, "I don't think you'll ever understand."

I watched him leave, and finally get shrouded in the black mist that covers all of Hell. He really was an idiot. Demons don't care about humans, it's a rule. But I hoped he would be happy. That Wilfred.

I didn't really need anything to go to the human world, just the clothes on my back, my coat, and some weapons. I tucked away a sharp black dagger into my waist coat pocket. You can never be too careful. I walked out the door, and along the obsidian path I knew so well. I had lived in that house for several thousand years now. It would an insult to my abilities if I didn't. I kept going higher and higher, climbing to the roof of the underworld. It was here I'd be called to a human, if any. Their need would suffice to pull me outside Hell, to them.

I saw other demons waiting too, and hoped that I would be the one to get a human. It was pure luck for choosing which demon to go, and I didn't want to wait another day. I was simply starving. It had been a hundred human years since my last meal. And that one wasn't even that good. Too much darkness, not enough purity.

But suddenly I felt the pull that meant a human was calling me. I smiled, and let it take me where it willed.

When I arrived, I saw a girl who was very beautiful. It was night in the human world, and the moon made her long hair shine a pure white, not darkened by the cold night surrounding it. Reflective tears streaked down her face, and she was on a bridge, standing on one of the rails, about to jump.

"Wait!" I called out to her. She paused, shocked, and the rails beneath her trembled a little. I ran to her, put my arms around her, and lifted her down. She wore a white dress as well, which seemed painfully fitting to the human that seemed untainted by the world's cruel brutality. But then again, she was going to commit suicide, so calling her untainted is a wrong assumption.

In my arms, she turned around, and asked me, tears still running down her face, why I rescued her.

I replied, smiling, "Because I am a demon, here to pull you out of the deepest depths of despair which you seem to have fallen into."

She looked taken back, and she stepped away from me. "Prove it." She accused. I let my true form show out, barely. My eyes turned crimson red, and my teeth razor sharp. She froze, absolutely terrified. She whispered, "What do you want from me?"

I let my true form fade away, and I replied, "I want your soul. In exchange I will fulfill one of your dearest, and most impossible, wishes."

"Dearest, and most impossible…" She said, thinking. I let her think on it, and then said, "Do you really have anything to live for anymore? Surely taking your soul, fulfilling your wish, and dying is better than simply dying?"

She smiled sadly, "Yes." She replied, "It is."

I held out my hand. "Well, what do you say then?"

"Wait. I want to know more about this before jumping into it."

Well, well, a cautious human. Unusual, especially for one so close to the brink of death.

"It is painfully simple. You give me a wish, I fulfill it. In exchange, you give me your soul, which demons eat. And the mark of our contract is branded, on both you and me. The more obvious the place, the more power it has."

She took a strand of hair and started toying with it. Must be a bad habit. "I agree to it then." She finally said. "My wish is…" She suddenly looked serious. She pointed at me and said, "Make me fall in love with you!