Where am I?

It was darkness. Silence. Suffocating.

Why can't I just die?

"Is that truly what you want?" A powerful voice cut through the darkness.

No. My lips lacked the ability to move. My eyes felt too burdened to open.

"Then what do you want?" Her voice rang in my head and all around me.

What do I want?

Her laughter was deafening, "Yes child, what is it that you desire? I can lead you to it. I can give you anything you need."

Anything I need...

"That's right. Tell me child, what is your name?"

My name? My mind went blank for a moment. My name...why couldn't I think?

Alice Lorraine. It popped into my head and I knew it to be true. Alice Lorraine Wood. Heiress of the Wood fortune and business. But why am I here?

"Alice Lorraine." She rolled my name on her tongue. A light was beginning to form, and when I finally came to a place where I could see, I did not particularly care for my surroundings.

A dead, blackened tree grew twisted from the ground where I lay underneath it. What I assumed was a dead fruit hung from a branch. I felt like I was floating. The red sky met the black earth but there was no seam where they connected. It was an endless void of blood and death.

Then she appeared. Her form was shrouded in the shadows that circled her lazily. The only visible traits I could discern from the black figure were piercing green eyes and flowing orange hair, the rest was left to my imagination.

"You are here because you desire something. You crave it..." Her voice was an echo. It shook everywhere and flooded my senses.

I want something.

"Yes child." I watched as she brought a hand closer to me, offering to help me up.

My heavy arm reacted without my consent and took her hand. It didn't even feel real. It was like holding mist. She pulled me close to her body, and I felt myself being lifted to her face. From here I could see her clearly. There was a ring of white surrounding her green irises. Her pale skin and red lips were flushed with pride, her orange hair flowed like a river behind her. She looked like sin.

What do I want?

"That is for you to decide, and for me to provide." She licked her lips and her eyes burned with anticipation.

"I want..." My lips finally moved, "revenge."

Her smile was unnerving, "Then take my hand child."

I took it once more, and she pulled me even closer. Our breaths mingled in the air and I felt something scaly snake its way around my neck.

"This is a binding contract child. You understand that if you accept my mark, you will be forever shunned from the light. There will be no going back."

"I know." My body shuddered, but my mind was made up.

"And what do you offer for my services to you?" Her head tilted to the side.

"I offer whatever you demand. Take what you want." My mind was slowly beginning to work again as I thought about what had lead me to this point. Every turn and stumble...every last mistake. All the damned fools who had brought me so low. They would pay.

"I want nothing less than the delectable soul you carry inside of you." Her eyes grew darker, turning a low red before shining a vibrant purple. Something was starting to feel warm on the back of my neck.

"I accept your terms." My small voice was steely.

"Then let it begin."

White hot pain was branding the spot where I had felt something reptilian slither on my neck. My vision went blurry as the pain intensified. It felt like a white hot razor was dragging through my skin...slowly. I heard laughter.

"What is this pain compared to that which you have already felt? Is it worth it child?"

I could only scream in response. There were no coherent words, only the sounds of my agony. She laughed again. When would the pain end? It felt like hours, and then finally I was dropped back to the black floor. The tree looked brighter, as if it had gained some life. I heard the clacking of shoes approaching my body, but I was in too much pain to move my head. Then her face loomed over mine. She brought her hand into my vision and I recognized the symbol that was still bleeding on the back of her appendage. The sigil necessary for summoning the demoness Lilith.

"This is the symbol of our contract Mistress," She smiled, but here eyes were cold. "It has been carved into my hand and onto your neck. As long as you live, I will always be beside you. I will follow any order and will protect your life above mine. It ensures that I am always able to defend you Mistress, and it makes any hope of escape impossible. Even if I should die in your world, I will be forever awaiting to devour your soul in hell."

I couldn't even nod as I listened.

"Alice Lorraine Wood," Her eyes closed in a pleasure unknown to me, and then snapped back open as she spoke again, "you are my Mistress. Grant me a name so that our contract can be completed."

Regaining some strength, I asked her, "I know your true name. Can I not use that?"

"If it pleases you Mistress you may use my name. But I must warn you, if we encounter any other supernatural creatures in your world and you speak the name Lilith they will know instantly who I am. It could be..." Her green irises shifted sideways, "dangerous."

"It seems to me that fact doesn't bother you at all. Your name will stay your own. Lilith the demoness. The one who fell from light." I felt her pick my body up from the ground. The tree was normal looking now. It's bark was rich and healthy leaves were sprouting from its branches. The once dead fruit looked supple and red.

"It would seem Mistress," She began to walk away from the tree, and my consciousness waned, "that we already have that in common."

Author's Note:

Hello! This idea came to me at one o'clock in the morning. For those who don't know, the demoness Lilith (in the Hebrew text) was actually the first woman. It is said that she was made from the same materials that Adam was, but after refusing to be subservient to him, she left the Garden of Eden and took to mating with demons. After God discovered her treachery, he killed all of her children and condemned her to hell. Now she spends her days causing men misery and stealing babies from mothers to replace the ones that God took from her. In my story she sees Alice as a lost child that needs protecting. She wants her soul to satisfy her hunger and her craving for children because no matter how tainted Alice may become, her soul remains innocent.

Now, know that I am not religious, but I did google search the crap out of stuff before I started typing so hopefully that lore will help fill in some details about the setting and character.

I'm not sure if I want to continue because I know how much crap OC's get, but I can promise that Alice is not a Mary Sue. I intend to later on include some implied Liz/Ciel. And although there may be some OC/Ciel it won't be intimate and it won't last. You'll see what I mean when I get to it.

Would love some feedback! I'll only continue if people want to read it. There is no sense in writing something people will hate. Puts us all through unnecessary grief.

Thanks for reading!

Kay, bye!