The demon stood there, stunned. Rosalina, he thought. He collected himself and stepped aside to allow her to pass. As she crossed the threshold, a young boy descended the stairs. His well-tailored jacket fit closely to his scrawny figure. Rosalina could sense his new, though unused, demonic powers.

"Sebastian. How is it that we have company?" he asked with a boyishly commanding voice.

As the demon butler began to answer, she raised her hand to silence him. "Let us discuss my visit over refreshment perhaps." She watched his eyes narrow slightly before he looked to his butler as if for conformation. He nodded before turning towards an adjacent room.

She shrugged out of her coat and, before handing it to the demon waiting next to her, asked in a lowered tone, "I assume you know why I'm here?" His silence was answer enough. "It isn't personal. I'm just following orders." Again he said nothing in return; he simply draped her coat over his arm and motioned towards the adjacent room.

The castle had been completely rebuilt. It was furnished according to traditional English décor. The sitting room had a set of high-back chairs and a settee upholstered in heavy scarlet damask.

She took the seat opposite the young demon before speaking. "My name is Rosalina Tourmaline. I was sent here to inform you of your responsibilities according to our laws."

"Our laws?" he asked curiously.

Rose heard the butler's approach and a familiar smell came into the room, along with the memories it held with it. "Yes, demonic law states that you must report to our headquarters and become a butler yourself. Since you are still under contract, it is your butler's duty to make sure you get there. However, you have broken the law by not doing so." Sebastian set a cup in front of her before setting another in front of his master, it holding a completely different beverage.

"Sebastian, what is that smell?" he asked, wrinkling his nose.

"Coffee, Botchan. It is what Miss Tourmaline prefers," he stated, stepping behind his master's chair.

"It smells rancid." Rosalina narrowed her eyes at his rude comment. They both took slow sips of their individual liquids before he spoke again. "So, what are the repercussions?"

"I only know that if you still refuse to abide by the law, they won't stop with just sending me. You'll have uglier company to entertain. I, however, will leave here just as quickly as I came."

"So, why send a simple messenger? Why not-"

"I am no messenger," she said in a soft growl. "I did not want to come here in the first place. Unfortunately, I had no choice in the matter. And I, for one, don't even know why they sent me." She took a last drink of her coffee and savored the familiar sweetness before standing. "You'd do well to take him to headquarters and be done with it," she said to Sebastian. He locked his gaze with hers. "It does seem to be an easy task for you." She turned to leave. "I'll see myself out."

Rosalina grabbed her coat that had been hung next to the door and escaped quickly. Merely being in his presence has made her anxious. She was almost angry at the fact that he'd made her coffee as she always liked it, with a splash of milk and a teaspoon of honey. Although, she wouldn't have drank tea if he'd brought it out for her, but the thought made her want to scream. Knowing her, she would've been even more angry had he not made her favorite.

She had just barely pulled on her coat when she released her wings and began the vigorous flight back to headquarters. Now, the only thing left to do was to come up with something to tell Asmodeus to get him off her back.


Upon hearing the click of the closing door, Ciel glanced over his shoulder at the butler standing behind him. "When were you going to tell me that there were laws to follow?"

"You didn't ask and I didn't think it necessary," he said casually as he stared at the seat she had recently left.

"Well, it will be rather inconvenient if they keep sending people after us," he paused for a sip of his tea. Feeling the warmth in his throat, he caught the smell again…the smell of coffee. "How did you know she preferred coffee over tea, Sebastian?" Sebastian's focus switched to his master whose head was turned in his direction, waiting for an answer. Before he could, Ciel interrupted, "How long have you known her?"

"It has been over three centuries since I last saw her." A flood of memories came rushing back. She had changed so much since that day; she'd grown into a powerful demon. He could sense the power she had. Though it didn't compare to his own, for her age, Rosalina was probably the highest in her rank by now.

"And were you two close?"

He hesitated before answering, "She was my mistress, Botchan."


Rosalina stood before the office door and took a deep breath before she finally knocked. "Come in," came the deep voice from within. She entered and took the seat before him. Asmodeus looked up from his work, "So?"

"I informed them of their responsibilities and the repercussions of their actions should they refuse to abide. They gave no definitive answer," she stated, trying to sound as indifferent as possible.

"And what is your personal opinion of this new demon? Is he worth the effort?"

"Honestly, Sir? First impressions lead me to believe he's nothing, but a spoiled rich kid. He wouldn't be worth the hellhound shit on Satan's shoe." She recalled the asinine expression created by Johan to describe the advice given by a fellow butler.

This made Asmodeus laugh. She maintained her emotionless expression. "Thank you, Rosalina. You are dismissed."

She rose from her chair and bowed slightly before exiting. Rosalina decided to head to the cliff to once again clear her mind. It was normal for her to take a few years to herself after completing a contract, but she thought that maybe a new endeavor would be the best idea for her right now.


Sebastian pulled the crisp white nightshirt over the young boy's head. As his master crawled into bed, the butler placed the blue ring and eye patch in their dedicated spot on the nightstand before drawing the covers up to Ciel's chin. With the small candelabra in his hand, he turned to leave.

"What did she mean by that?" Ciel thought out loud.

"By what, Botchan?" Sebastian inquired before walking out the door.

"When she said that taking me to headquarters would be an easy task for you, what did she mean?"

The butler took a moment to mull over what she had said earlier that day. The statement had stunned him, more so than her sudden appearance at the castle. "She was a new demon, like yourself. As she said, it is the law to bring new demons in to headquarters."

"So, why haven't you done so?"

"Your final order was for me to remain at your side, my Lord."

"Will you tell me about her? Not tonight, of course, I am tired, but one day, will you tell me about it?" he asked before he yawned.

"If it would please you, Botchan," he said before finally shutting the door. Once he was down the hallway, he stopped. Massaging his temples, he sighed. "Rose," he whispered to himself before blowing out the candles.


"Rose, there you are!" Johan ran up behind her. She had been staring into Hell's fires for what seemed like hours. "They're sending Hunters out to level two. I thought you might want to know."

"What do I care?"

"Rose, they aren't just sending a couple…they've just released a dozen Hunters. All of them are heading in the same direction."

"What?"


A/N: So that's chapter two! Let me know what you think! Also, thanks to my Beta, KaiaUchiha1.

* Mistress - by mistress I mean like Ciel is his master…not as in his "other woman."

* Botchan - means "young master."