Sebastian continued to stare at the woman, frowning. Like all demons she was tall and slender with elegant features. However, each demon had slight variations on those features that gave away what they were. For him it was his hair, looking like whispy feathers. The demoness in front of him most definitely was not the same as he. Her face screamed feline.
So, that is what she was. The more he assessed her, the more everything about her reminded him of his beloved cats. He didn't think he could ever despise them but he loathed the one in front of him. "Master, what is going on?" He spoke to the small adolescent though he glared at the demoness.
"I have contracted with the female demon." Ciel said simply, his tone enough to make any other person feel inferior.
But Sebastian wasn't any other person.
"Master, what about our-"
"As I have explained to him, there is a loophole in the contract you share with him." The demoness spoke, her voice like honey. He hated honey; it made a mess and was a pain to clean up.
"And what would that be?"
"That, is something between myself and our Master." The smirk that had been on her lips intensified. Sebastian wanted nothing more than to wring her neck and continue on. Must there be more obstacles before his meal?
"And why would Master decide he needs another servant?" Sebastian asked, his eyes now sliding over to look at his blue eyed Master.
"For my entertainment. She brought up the point that you would have to fight in order to consume my soul. I think it most fitting that you entertain me, until the very end." Ciel said.
Sebastian knew nothing he could say would change this. Still, he was silently furious. Slowly a smile spread across his face. "Then might I know my opponent's name?"
"I haven't named her yet." Ciel said. He glanced at her before speaking. "Christine. Christine Lôhome." Sebastian didn't fail to see the slight widening of eyes by the demoness.
"As you wish, Master." Christine bowed to him as she did before. Slowly the sun came up, allowing a better environment to see the newcomer. As was previously said, she was tall and slender with a feline physique. She also had hair the color of rust with slightly more blonde in it. It was fixed in a tight braided bun, her long bangs framing her face. Her skin was pale but healthy looking, almost like a fire burned beneath it. Her lips were a pale shade of red, perfect without any makeup. Finally, her intense eyes were framed by thick, black eyelashes.
She was clad in black as well, her dress a bit more form fitting than the society of the time allowed. It showed her collarbone but not any cleavage. Resting upon her neck was a thick, black choker. This was where her mark was hidden.
"And you are?" Christine asked, lifting one russet colored brow.
"Sebastian Michaelis. I am Master's faithful servant... And will be the winner of our duel." He smiled at her, wanting to piss her off. He knew he had succeeded when he saw a slight flash in her eyes.
"Is that so? I don't see how, considering you're a rather pathetic specimen. Still, if you insist... Then let us not go easy on one another when the time comes."
"Of course. I wouldn't have it any other way." Sebastian said, his smile turning more feral. "After all, a butler who doesn't fight for his master is not a butler worth having."
"This grows old quickly. Sebastian, Christine, it is time to return home."
"Yes, master." They replied, Sebastian going to get the door and Christine following Ciel.
And so the games began.