~New fic! hey there, this includes an OC, so she's mine. All other Characters belong to Yana Toboso unless mentioned otherwise. Enjoy :)

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Stella Regina was not in a collected state of mind. She was constantly harassed, as a child, by her abusive Father, Marquis Alexander Alisha Regina. Her mother, Janelle Regina, died when she was two, though she has reason to believe her father was the one who had poisoned her in an act of rage for being unable to produce a male child heir, after many failed attempts. Stella tried her hardest to please her father. She stayed out of the way, was silent her entire life, never stepped foot into the outside world beside's the confines of the stone walled garden, thriving behind their enormous estate, and always did what she was told. Though her father rarely even bothered to assume her existence in his house, she knew he thought of her as an unsolvable enigma, and cast her off out of fury for her not being a boy who could inherit the family's fortune and status as the Queen's Head-Knight. Though she hated her father, all she wanted was his love, his kindness, but most of all, his approval.

No one in the Regina Estate really honored Stella's existence besides her place at the table and her ten foot by ten foot store closet like bedroom. As well as anyone knew, if she received any special treatment, even from the lowliest of servants, she would not be the only one punished. Though she knew she could never earn her father's respect, she still tried. Even after receiving smack after searing smack for doing something she was not specifically told to do, she still tried to please her father. She knew he didn't deserve her love, but she tried to make him accept it, with all of her heart. However, she was not aware that, the more you try to heighten, the harder the fall when it all comes tumbling down.

In the 19th century, it wasn't uncommon for a noble to marry other nobles. Stella was no exception. Despite her treatment from all of the residents at the Regina household, Stella was still of noble blood. Her blue blood was as thick as any prim and proper lady of that time. So, when her father forced her into an arranged marriage with another of the same class, she had no room to argue. Though, in her mind she knew it was wrong to marry someone you did not love, she had no control over her own destiny, or so she thought. She knew Lord Elijah Oakleigh, her betrothed, did not love her, nor she him. This was reason enough to assume that what her father was thrusting upon her was wrong, and she would not let it stand as so. She thought of killing herself, just to escape the hell she was living. She would stand at her father's water closet mirror, his razor held to her neck, contemplating how easy it would be to do it. To escape all of the horrors her life had pushed on her since the death of her mother. She tried to think of times before then. How happy she must have been in her mother's arms, listening to her soothing voice lulling her to sleep. One day, She stared into the mirror remembering the one song her mother sang to her to quell her, to rock her into a pleasant slumber. The last line she sang in her head.

'Rest my sweet child, they will not remember me...'

And with that, head thrown back, razor fallen into the sink, Stella fell, into a pool of crimson and the tears of joyful surrender.

The voice is unclear, she hears mumbles as her eyes begin to slowly open once more. The dress she was wearing in the water closet was replaced with one of long flowing almost black, violet silk. Her body tumbles through the air she is suspended in, enjoying the feeling of the cool fabric against her hairless, heated skin. Her hair swims all around her. Long, golden waves surround her face as she spins in space. If this is purgatory, she would stay here forever, neither going to the pearly gates of heaven, nor the flaming pits of hell.

A smooth, silky voice calls out to her. hearing her name she peers to the side. Her clouded, joyful eyes catch the flick of black wings. Suddenly appears a crow a scarlet perch. He says to her,

"You have summoned me. You desire something, for there is no there reason for my presence if not. You are not dead, yet. I will give you another chance at life. Tell me your wish child, and I will grant that wish. There is but one condition... If you make this contract with me, the gates of paradise shall be forever out of your reach. You shall be banished to the pits of hell, once our deal is completed, for, the payment of your deepest desire, you must give to me your soul."

Stella simply nods in response.

"Voice your wish then, My lady. What does your soul desire. I can not grant your wish if you do not speak now, child!"

After 15 years of silence, she has gone all of her life without speaking a word. She has listened to countless arguments, squandering conversations, recitals of poetry and the works of Edgar Allen Poe simply because her father was too busy, or lazy to read it himself. She is ready to utter her first words.

"...love...", she mutters. "I want your honest, fullest, most binding love. Even that of a demon's is better than none. I want your love until I find a human who harbors the same strength of this emotion as I do. As soon as that person admits that to me, you may have my soul, demon."

A burst of black feathers blinds her view of the crow. through the thick, however, she happens to catch a glimpse of two glowing pink eyes and a fanged, toothy smirk.

They walk away from the orange, burning massacre that is, rather was, the Regina estate. Per her orders, the demon, otherwise know as the Butler Sebastian Michaelis, was to destroy any evidence of the past life she had before her revelation into a new person, with a new sir-name, Phantomhive. Regina was to live with Sebastian and his demon Master Ciel Phantomhive, at the Phantomhive estate, until the completion of their contract. Ciel was the last Master Sebastian had, before he dodged his fate, and became a demon as well. It seems ironic that a person so pure as one like Stella would trust two demons to care for her as much as she does. Though if she can't even trust humans, is it really so far-fetched?

Sebastian could have easily brought Stella to the Phantomhive manor in a second, being a demon, but Stella refused. She wanted to see the outside world for herself, and the manor wasn't so far from her's previously and she enjoyed to fresh air, laced with the ashes of her past. The walk was silent, except for Stella's deep breaths, inhale, and exhale. She was bold enough to ask the demon two questions after the contract was placeed and the contract seal was pierced into her right, sea green eye. The first, his name. The second, "Are you sure you are a demon, and not an angel?"

The demon chuckled at her query, "No I am sure I am fully a demon, though it could get confusing, seeming how we are the one's to grant people with happiness, and angel only produce massacre out of the horrendous obsession with purity in their 'heavenly image'."

With that, the questions stopped, and they made their way to the ever so enchanting Phantomhive Manor.

Authors note: ok so All of the Reginas and anything pertaining to them is mine :)) anything else is Yana Toboso's ((at leats in this chapter))

Please review and I thank you kindly ;)) No flames! Criticism please, though no hate. I love you all 3 Mwah!

Love,

The Crow