(( Author notes. 1). I like to write Aleister as being very dark and sinful; I like to think that most characters in Black Butler aren't what they appear. I feel as though he isn't any different and that his exuberant personality is a façade. 2). I selected the neck due to that cravat thingy he always wears. 3). I gave him a demon because frankly he could use one to help with all his underground stuff. 4). This is first person from the OC's perspective. Reviews are appreciated ^_^. Enjoy. ))
Was there a worthy soul in all of London? There had to be at least one soul that carried more sin than innocence. I'd searched for days looking for such a soul but I'd found nothing, I would have to move on soon or else I'd have the reapers on my back. I sighed and sat on a bench watching the humans milling about. I had thought London would be a choice location, a large city with a large population, a monarchy that could succumb to corruption, and if one went far enough out a forest to sleep in.
I prefered the forest, so much more peaceful and isolated. All there was in the city was filth, crime and noise. Just like the group of women behind me who hadn't stopped chatting since I sat down.
"Did you hear the Viscount of Druitt is looking for a new maid?"
"Another one? How many has he chased off now?"
"I don't know but he must be doing something to chase them off the way he has."
"Must be a hard job cleaning that whole mansion…" They all agreed on that. My curiosity was piqued. Nobles were usually a good target, the more power someone held the more likely they were to become corrupt. This one sounded particularly interesting. It was worth looking into and it wasn't as if I had anything else planned today.
"Pardon my interruption but where does this Viscount live?" Begrudgingly, they gave me directions. I thanked politely before walking in that direction. It wasn't long before I arrived at his mansion, it was exactly what I expected. Perfectly cared for flower gardens and well maintained grass. The mansion itself was even larger than I expected from someone baring his title. The outside was rather dull; I imagined it would be more decorative inside. I knocked on the door and soon someone answered it.
"Hello, state your name and business here." Demanded a man. Likely a butler.
"Martica Narcassa, I'm interested in the maid position." He nodded and invited me inside before announcing.
"Lord Chamber there is a woman here interested in the maid position." From somewhere else in the mansion came the reply.
"Have her wait for me in the parlor! I'll be there in a moment." Replied a rather…feminine voice for a male. I was escorted through the mansion to a parlor; I made myself comfortable on a sofa while I waited for him. This room was no exception to the rest of the interior. A sofa covered in velvet with plenty of treats on silver platters waiting on the carved and polished mahogany table. I didn't know what to expect honestly. While I waited I analyzed the souls in the mansion. All human thankfully, but what surprised me the most was the number of souls underneath this level…all miserable and they hardly moved. I smirked, was he keeping some "pets"?
Before I could think on them anymore he entered the room. His soul was a bombardment to my senses. I looked away before my eyes gave away a secret that I wanted to wait to reveal. His soul was my particular brand of poison. He was tainted with the seven deadly sins and few more as well. Each one brought its own distinction to his soul; Greed created a rich powerful meat smell, lust brought an element of spice and seasoning, sloth added a sort of juiciness, gluttony added fat, wrath intensified all the flavors and finally vanity changing the color and texture of the soul in the manner that arranging and garnishing food made it more visually appealing. The moderation of each was skewed but it was nothing I couldn't adjust. Regardless it made me want to drool.
I was now determined to form a contract with him. I simply had to negotiate it properly. Seeing as how lust was apparent, I could use that to my advantage. Considering he was rather attractive I might enjoy this contract.
He took a seat across from me. Based on his body language and his small smirk I imagined he felt similarly about me.
"Lord Aleister Chamber, Viscount of Druitt and who might you be?"
"Martica Narcassa, maid for hire." I replied as I smiled pleasantly at him.
"Do you have any experience?"
"Yes plenty." This wasn't my first time becoming a maid and I was sure it wasn't the last.
"Do you have any references?"
"Unfortunately no…I lost track of their addresses. Some have moved away as well." He seemed to accept my lie. "May I ask what chores you would like me to do?" He began listing the sort of mundane chores he needed done. Sweeping, mopping, washing drying and folding laundry, washing dishes, cleaning the bathrooms and making up the beds. Nothing I hadn't heard before. I found myself focusing on the souls below us as well as his. Finally he stopped.
"Is that all you need assistance with?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure there's nothing else you need assistance with?" I leaned forward allowing him a better view of some of my assets. My voice took on a seductive and smooth sound. This particular question caused him to frown and he seemed defensive.
"Are you with the Yard?" The question sounded more like an accusation. He was asking if I was with the authorities, I couldn't think of anything funnier so I began to laugh.
"Don't laugh! It was a serious question!" I collected myself.
"I apologize but the idea of myself being involved with any authorities was laughable. I assure you I have no affiliation to Scotland Yard or any government of this country. So please be honest with me." He seemed to relax believing my statements though he didn't say anything. I suppose now was as good as time as any to begin the tightrope walk that was soliciting a contract. One wrong move and there was no hope of success.
"I suppose it might help if I was completely honest with you first. I'm here for more than a simple maid job. Let me ask you a few questions." Skeptically he agreed.
"Do you have something you want more than anything else in the world? Is there anything you need help with that no one else can assist you with? Do you require someone who won't ever betray you? Do you have any enemies that you need to have taken care of? I can do all of that for you Lord Chamber."
"and how can you promise all of that?" He scoffed in disbelief. It was a great deal to promise and it was normal for anyone to be skeptical of such a grandiose idea. This came out of the blue as well considering I had offered and had not been summoned. I smirked at his question.
"I'm sincerely glad you asked. You see…I'm a demon." He burst off laughing. I was quite used to this reaction, my kind was written off as fiction, only the insane with believe in something nothing more than mentioned in a religious book.
"I'm sorry I'm not looking to hire the mentally deranged as staff." Lord Chamber could hardly contain himself long enough to finish his sentence.
"If I had proof of my claim would you be more inclined to believe me?" He scoffed at another preposterous idea.
"If you had any I might be so inclined." He wiped his eyes sincerely doubting my ability to verify such a statement. Luckily I had such proof.
"Then I'll gladly show you." Before his eyes I changed. My eyes became a glowing red, I held up my hand as my contract seal appeared on it, my hands turning into claws, horns sprouted from my head and my teeth became sharp fangs. "Is this adequate proof?" He squealed before taking cover behind the sofa. I sighed, they always panicked once there was un-doubtable proof. It must be nice to be a demon who is summoned, I could dream of being strong enough for a human to summon me specifically. I had to take this long measured road that could blow up in my face at any moment.
"Please calm yourself, Lord Chamber. It would be counterproductive for me to harm you." For someone so sinful, he was quite cowardly.
"Are you sure?!" He yelled from his hiding spot behind the sofa. "Demons are dangerous!" I sighed at the statement.
"We are only dangerous if we are provoked to be dangerous. I am offering you the opportunity to tame me. If you do so I will never be a threat to you." He peeked over the top of the sofa, assuring himself that what he saw was no parlor trick. I was still seated with my demonic features as clear as day. Noting how calm I was he returned to his seat and attempted to collect himself.
"So you, a demon, want to offer your services to me?"
"Yes, but for a price. Nothing comes free."
"What's the price?"
"For a great power there must be an equal payment, the only suitable payment is your soul." He began to laugh again.
"Who in their right mind would want my soul?" He looked down and spoke quietly insulting himself. His mood changed completely within seconds. I had to continue to walk this tightrope. One wrong comment now and this would end before it had begun.
"Why would you ever belittle yourself darling? I would love to have the pleasure of owning your soul. Your soul is so unique and everything about it appeals to me." I complimented. How terrible of him to deny the perfection that was his soul. I so rarely found any soul so thoroughly…dark.
"Really? My soul is so filthy why would that ever appeal to you?" His eye met mine searching for some hope. He desired reassuring words. Some humans enjoyed the idea of their souls being desired, most humans wanted to be desired in some sense.
"Your soul is bathed in sin, each sin enhancing it differently. A soul such as yours is like a drug…it does for me what opium would do for you." I shivered just thinking about the delight of consuming a soul like his.
"Tell me what would happen if I chose not to sell my soul to you?"
"You would eventually die, a reaper would come to collect it and then pass judgments based on the soul and the life you led. I can say with almost complete certainty you would be going to hell."
"And if I chose to sell it to you?"
"Then I would serve you faithfully until your death and upon your death I would consume your soul." He seemed to be thinking it over. I would give him all the time he needed to mull it over. Frankly I thought selling it to me would be the better deal.
"What other things can you do?"
"I can do anything you'd like me to. All you have to do is order me and I'll do whatever you want."
"So there are no restrictions?"
"None whatsoever, but I do have one request."
"Name it."
"You allow me to keep my name. I'm rather attached to it."
"Done. Now…how do we begin?"
"It's simple. I have a few formalities to cover though so forgive me. Do you wish to form a contract with me?" He agreed. "once I place the seal on your body the contract is signed and neither party will be able to escape until the contract is complete. You also revoke your right to heaven. Do you still consent to this contract?"
"Yes." My hand began to glow.
"Where do you want the seal to be placed? The more visible the location the stronger our contract is."
"My neck." I reached out and seized his neck. He hissed as it began to etch into his neck. He recoiled holding it.
"You didn't tell me it would hurt!"
"My apologizes, it my previous experience it's usually better that I don't tell them." He stood up and looked into a nearby mirror.
"It's hideous! It's as if someone marred my beautiful and flawless skin!" He shrieked.
"I apologize that it isn't the most attractive seal…Do you have any preliminary orders?" My master was far too involved with complaining about my seal to answer my question. I would allow him a moment to make peace with it.