This is perhaps the last update of the week...School...:( Oh well, I am graduating this year! I got scholarship offers for my singing! XD! Those 3 years of vocal training really helped! XD


Sebastian was not surprised at all when his young master allowed Deva and her butler, Jakob of the 'Bathory' bloodline, to stay at the Manor. It had been somewhat chilly that evening so the two demons lit the fireplaces and warmed the water in case Deva's health grew worse and she required a warm bath. As of the moment, Sebastian was heading to check on her and on her butler after setting his master to sleep. Jakob sat at Deva's bedside, the covers up to her chin, with his hand against her cheek somewhat. Sebastian set his candelabra on the dresser by the door and shut the door upon entering the room. Once that was done he walked over to them and studied this 'child' for a moment.

"How many years has it been?" Sebastian asked.

"Five," Jakob answered, "She can't wait any longer to purified,"

"Are you so certain that my master is the one she needs?" Sebastian inquired.

"We have searched through many archives of souls and cinematic records. In order to fulfill my contract," Jakob turned his gaze to the demon and smirked somewhat, "We must fulfill yours,"

Sebastian nodded, sitting down on the bed as well. At this angle, the adolescent reminded him of his young master before he had become a demon. How innocent and tempting he looked, how at peace he had been with his frailties and his evils. He also wanted to lick his lips, the spice of that tender life-force was indeed very arousing to him, but not in a sexual manner. Perhaps it was that intense, but it was nowhere near erotic fantasy. He had no reason to engage in such carnal acts unless it suited his own lust and taste. His master had long since forsaken him and had forsaken the demon's needs and rights.

"I must be going," Jakob sighed, standing and pulling his jacket on.

"For what purpose? This was not what we agreed," Sebastian told him sternly.

"To take care of some business...I do not know when I shall return, so take care of Deva for me. She is already in a fragile state as it is," Jakob made way to the door, "I've already set out her wardrobe in the closet and so forth on the vanities and dressers. I have written out her weekly schedule so if I do not return abruptly you shan't be lost. I will send a messenger boy in the morning if I cannot return later this evening. Good night,"

With that he left, leaving Sebastian with his mistress, and from what he deduced, his lover. This girl was a monster, he could smell the blood on her. She no longer had her own soul, it was buried down beneath fiber upon fiber, and cobweb upon cobweb, her covenant with Jakob required such tragedy. For that single reason though? To be beautiful? It truly made him shake his head. Beauty was not a thing of the face, a demon knew beauty from the soul. Deva would have been beautiful like his master once was, but both had lost their appeal to a demon's fangs and lust. It also sickened him to know he'd be dealing with not only his master but this adolescent as well in her vanity.

He could only hope what Jakob told him was a slim approximate.


At last morning came and Jakob had not, the demon assumed a messenger boy would come by later as London was a busy city. At the moment, the demon was preparing his master something to eat, as well as his guest who was still asleep. He prepared omelettes with vegetables and spices in the mix, crepes with the sweet, fresh jelly of strawberries twixt the wheat doe, and a sort of whole grain toast with several sorts of nuts and cranberries in the bread. Aside that, a few small dishes of chocolate pastries lay on a plate. For a beverage, he prepared milk tea with a pot of flat water as well (since he did not know what Deva preferred.) Once loading the lot of it onto the food cart he made toward his master's room.

"Good morning, bocchan," he opened the curtains. Ciel groaned and stretched as the light hit his eyes.

"Is that actress and her butler still here?" he asked.

"Yes, bocchan. Ms. Klammer isn't in the best of conditions," Sebastian nodded, setting out from clothes from the wardrobe.

"What is today's schedule?" Ciel asked, holding his arms out to let Sebastian dress him.

"Nothing is planned, the day is yours," Sebastian answered, pulling his master's shirt over his small form.

"I mean the Diva's," Ciel asked, "It's obvious her butler is not here."

"What makes you say that, bocchan?" Sebastian asked, buttoning the little demon's shirt up.

"The fact that you have prepared two breakfasts," Ciel sighed, "Where has he gone?"

"That I am not too clear on, but I deduced he went to seek a doctor for his mistress," Sebastian lied partially-it was not a complete lie, "It seems there are only so few educated to treat her ailment,"

"And what is that condition?" Ciel asked, raising his chin so the demon could tie his tie around his neck.

"They believe it's a sort of anemia," Sebastian answered simply.


After preparing Ciel for the day, the demon butler entered Deva's room to ready her for the day. Surprisingly, she did not stir when the demon opened the curtains. Thus, after tying the curtains in such a position where they would remain open, he went over to shake her away gently. She did not stir. She wasn't dead, as she was not ice cold to the touch, so he assumed she was much weaker than previously realized.

"Ms. Klammer," he leaned down to her ear, "Wake up,"

She did not stir. With a sigh, the demon pulled away and took her face in his hands. He lifted her eyelids and found she was still quite asleep as her elegant eyelids revealed only the majority white of her eyes. He pondered for a moment just where to find the seal on her body. A demon's seal was the very insignia of their power, if such a symbol was lost a claim was lost. That was the reason Claude had gotten a hold of Ciel's soul, so the demon was all too curious to know where Jakob's seal was on his lover's body. It would also give him a bit of how powerful Jakob had become since their last encounter in the 17th century. Some seals could change over time to represent a more powerful being, or even be more in tune with the soul of the demon and relinquish it any physical manifestation. If that were the case, than Deva's mark would still be bound by flesh.

He pulled the covers down to reveal the whole of her thin form bound by her nightgown of silk and linen. He examined her feet and then most of her legs, no mark was found. No seal laid against the pale flesh of her arms of the softness of her abdomen and bosom. Not even her neck bore a mark, nor her back or her scalp. With a sigh, the demon laid her back down to look her over. There was certainly something Jakob was keeping from him, and his senses were all too blurred from hunger and the strange aurora Deva's soul was giving off, it was quite distasteful to him (though he would never verbalize his disgust as she was a guest and could be useful to him.) The brunette demon had done quite beautifully, he admitted though.

He had stuck to his word to make Deva beautiful in any manner she desired. Her skin was a beautiful ashen white and untouched by unwanted hair or blemishes, it was smooth and soft like silk, the flesh felt so toned and flexible (appearing more-so even.) Her hair was a gentle jumble of waves and curls which were quite soft to the touch; reflecting the sun almost like red fire or a ruby with the rays of golden light shining through it. Her complexion was astonishingly clear and the skin was angled perfectly around her bones. Indeed, she was very beautiful and in every way a man would desire such a young woman whose breasts had hardly even risen yet. He shook his head, almost feeling pity. This flesh was the flesh of a blood countess, much like her butler's namesake. It was truly tragic, and he almost felt that he had done this to his own master in a way. The contract had been too perfect to be imperfect, and that was the very error in it.

"Hmmm," the guest cooed, staring to stir.

"Morning Ms. Klammer," Sebastian smiled politely, "I will be serving you today,"

She blinked once or twice, her blue eyes glazed with fatigue and almost innocence, "Where is my butler?"