A/N: Before we all begin, I must warn that there's going to be a Faustian contract so DO NOT even try this at home kids, I don't care what Kuroshitsuji claims otherwise. So, now, in the words of Dracula "Let us begin!"

Chapter II: The Descent into Madness
"He wanted my soul, I signed away my life to him
Power in my hands, was what he gave me."
- Razzyness, "Madness of Duke Venomania"

He was in shock, someone was actually bowing before him, and someone had actually shown him the respect that he had deserved, the respect he had always wanted. What was even more surprising was that whoever this was he was a prince and he was bowingto him. He didn't care who or what this person, or being this was, all he cared about was the fact he was given something that he was never given in his life.

"I know you are speechless," the figure whispered, "but I can offer you more than just a bow. You could say that I am your spider's thread that will help you escape from this pit of despair, and give you a fresh start. I can offer anything of your heart's desires."

"My heart's…desires…" Sateriajis asked, bewildered.

"Yes, what is it that you truly want? Wait, I know what it is you truly desire, recognition, status, and more than that, you want power."

"Power…what kind of power?"

"The power I offer differs from each individual I grant it to. My guess is that there is so much repressed lust within you that I will give you the ability to have every woman fall to your feet. As an extra I can give you the beauty you've been seeking, a manor house, riches, and even a position in the Court of Asmodin. All these things I will give you along with this ability but there is a price." The last words almost came out as a hiss.

"I'll give you anything, just name it!" Sateriajis demanded, now rising onto his knees before the cloaked figure.

"Anxious, are we?" the shadow chuckled, "Very well. This is a pact, should you die your soul shall belong to me." The figure stretched out a taloned hand and pointed to Sateriajis' heart. "Do you still wish to make this covenant with me?"

Sateriajis had to make a decision, wither he was going to go back to the world that hated and despised and would no doubt, ridicule him once more, or he could take this tempting offer and grant him all the things he had wanted, but never received. It was all so tempting. He could almost feel the rush of delight and pride of these gifts and if he felt like this before the offer, he could only imagine what having this gift was going to be like.

He made his choice.

"Yes, I hereby accept the terms of your contract!"

The figure removed its cowl and before Sateriajis was the most beautiful being he had ever seen. The being held both the traces of the gorgeousness of a woman, but also held the striking, masculine features of a man, blackish tyrian-dyed strands were pulled into a tight ponytail on the back of its head and its skin was translucent white but the most predominant feature was its eyes, one eye had a violet iris with black retinas, while the other had violet retinas and a black iris, and blood-red slits for pupils. The being reached into the folds his cloak and unsheathed a hidden sword and pointed the tip blade at Sateriajis' heart. After having a closer look Sateriajis noticed the sword resembled a Levianthian katana. Appearing upon the claw that brandished the sword was a purple pentagram with a rose-like pattern underneath, surrounded by a ring of flames.

"Then I, Prince Asmodeus, grant unto you your wish, till death, though I must warn you," he smirked before saying, "this will hurt just a little."

Within the blinking of an eye, Prince Asmodeus impaled the katana deep into the heart of his recent contractee. Sateriajis felt the intense pain of the stab, but it was nothing compared to the rush of heat that ran throughout his body as the pentagram and the sword became lit with hellfire. His blood began pulsing hot through his veins like lava. His breathing became ragged; almost as if his lungs couldn't receive enough oxygen. He gripped the blade, cutting his palms in the process, in an attempt to anchor his sanity as the fire became most unbearable. When the heat had completely consumed him and the darkness that was lurking at the corner of his eyes had taken him, the last thing he saw was Prince Asmodeus cackling away like the demon he was.

He felt so warm; it surrounded him like a cocoon. When he sighed into his pillow and it then that he noticed that the environment had changed. Instead of the alleyway where he collapsed, he found himself in a well-furnished bedroom, the mauve drapes were translucent enough to let in some moonlight, and the king-sized bed he lay on was blanketed with white silkened sheets and a dark amethyst cover. He looked down at himself and saw that his hands were longer, thinner, and paler than his previous ones. He then felt his face and instead of hard, rough skin it felt soft and smooth to his touch, and from his inspection he could feel that his facial features were more angular, more striking. He then ran his hand through his hair and sure enough it ran like water through his fingers, and saw that his strands were now tyrian-dyed and longer than it previously was. He then got up and looking at the floor-length mirror on the side, he could tell from the nightshirt he wore that his body had changed. It was muscular, but not overly muscular, thin, but not scrawny, and when he looked into his face he saw that his face now resembled that of the Prince and his eyes had turned into a fierce purple.

"My lord," a voice called out, interrupting his self-admiration. The voice belonged to a young woman that appeared out of nowhere, she had chocolate brown hair pulled into two a low braids, her skin had a coffee cream hint to it and her crimson eyes were completely blank, she wore a white and violet maid outfit and carried in with her a highly expensive set of clothes.

"Who are you?"

"I am your servant sent by the Prince. He has instructed me to serve you until the end of your pact. I have gone by many names, but you can call me whatever you wish." she said with a monotone. "So then, shall we get you dressed for the evening?"

"Yes."

An hour later he looked into the mirror again and saw how his clothes had enhanced his new found good looks. He wore white trousers, a white undershirt, complete with lace cuffs, over that he wore a mauve silk waistcoat, over that he wore an amethyst velvet tailcoat, below he wore knee high black leather boots. Afterwards he pulled his hair into a ponytail with a black ribbon, only leaving his long bangs in the front. It was all tasteful and elegant and he couldn't recall a time he was so dressed up.

"My Lord, would you like to view the manor?"

"Yes."

Within the hour he found out that the manor consisted of three floors, including a two-floored basement filled luxurious individual bedrooms, a common room and a hot spring. The ground floor held the most exquisite dining hall, a well-furnished drawing room, a ballroom and a great hall where a mahogany throne faced the set of double doors. The second floor held over twenty apartments for future guests and a luxurious bath, and the top floor held his personal quarters. There was also a garden with blossoming varieties of roses, and many other blossoms including alyssum, viscaria and rhododendron. The architecture was hard and striking; the whole manor house looked as if it were made of marble and stone with a dark hint of violet.

He could not have asked for more.

In the darkness of the night, the Prince returned and bowed before him once again.

"I have granted you your heart's desires, but from now on, you are no longer the man you once were. You are now a living aphrodisiac, a poison to all virgins; you are now Duke Sateriajis Venomania. And as a reminder of our contract I give you this," the prince then presented to the newly titled Duke the katana had he had used to ensure their deal. "This is the Venom Sword, the Vessel of Lust, use my gifts well."

The moment he grasped the sword's violet hilt, did Sateriajis begin his descent into madness.

Next Chapter: "The Pleasures of Luxuria"
Odorōyo kono hāremu de?

A/N: To all my brothers and sisters, I know this is a fantasy that someone came up with and I know that once someone crosses the line between fantasy and reality that's when things go crazy. (That was the reason why I quit Kuroshitsuji and xxxHolicit was getting to real for me -don't ask for details. -_-) Anyway Read and review.

P.S. Kudos goes to the one who can spot the Kuroshitsuji Musical II: The Most Beautiful Death in the World reference.