I had heard of selling your soul to a Demon, never had I believed it though, until I had my own goal that I needed help to achieve...

I had always tried to be good, and do the right things, but making a deal with the Devil isn't exactly what good people do. That day though, everything was taken from me, everything. Even before the demon came, I guess that day made me dark anyway, filled with hatred and revenge.

I awoke to find my face wet, as well as my pillow. Damn it, not again. "Mistress, are you alright?" I wish she didn't have to see me crying like a baby every time I wake up, I hate being thought of as weak. "Fine..." I said in a half-shaky voice. That stupid dream...It has haunted me for the past year and a half, that same stupid dream.

At first, I would wake up everyday crying, but it was starting to appear less often, and I thought maybe I wouldn't be reminded of...It every time I awoke, but here it was again. "Alright. Well, you must be prepared for a new day, I'll go get your clothes." I exhaled deeply, before sighing loudly, trying to get the dream out of my head. "Very well."

My maid was quite decent, for a demon. She only wanted my soul, I knew that, but I still enjoyed her company, She could be funny at times, or comforting. Even if it was fake, I don't want to be alone. Her name is Claire, I honestly cannot remember why I chose that name. She reminds me of a Mary, for some odd reason.

Claire walked back in, carrying a dress of mine. Unlike most royalty, I did not like being dressed, not even by my faithful maid. "Thank you, Claire." I said evenly, the tears wiped from my face, before taking the clothes. "Madam, with all due respect, are you sure you would not like me to dress you? It is indeed my job after all." I shook my head, "I'm quite fine with dressing myself, I'm not a child."

Claire nodded and bowed before leaving my room, "As you wish." I finished dressing myself, and as I was just about to summon Claire, there was a knocking at the door. "Pardon the interruption, but Breakfast is ready." "Alright, bring it in here." She opened the door and brought in my food, setting it down on my small table.

Now, I think I should tell a bit about me. My name is Alexia, For the past year and a half I was a slave for the Mankaye family, though the Earl died not to long ago, and since his wife was dead, and he had no children, I was left as the heir to the throne. I'm a girl, and only 12, so it upset some people, though my hard work and Claire's...Help...restored the good name of Mankaye.

Short chapter is short, but I'm just starting things off. This is a Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji fanfic, so many things will be in common, I'll try to make it different though. (Her past will sound a lot like Alois's, which I don't really like, but I'm not creative enough to come up with a different one...X_X) And no, not a shipping, well I may pair a few up, but it doesn't revolve around a romance.