"Lady Abigail," the holy judge's piecing gaze bore through my very being, as the jury of my fellow beings, my brothers and sisters sat around me, assessing my innocence. Or the lack of, in their eyes. "Most senior seraph of the garrison and Angel of Death. The specific blade that has been bestowed on you since the dawn of time, and your tool to carry out your own mission when commanded by our Father, has been found embedded in the Archangel Gabriel. To this gruesome crime, to which all evidence points towards you, how do you plead?"

"Not Guilty."

Murmurs erupted amongst my peers. The trial went on for what seemed like hours and the heavenly group were to announce their verdict soon. Tears stained my cheeks as the judge stood to disclose the unanimous verdict.

"We find the seraph; Lady Abigail, Angel of Death, Guilty. You are sentenced to immediate exile. Never again are you to return to the Kingdom of Heaven. Abigail, you are now part of our fallen kin and no longer part of the heavenly host."

I opened my mouth to protest, but the angel before me raised his hand and silenced me before I had a chance to defend myself. Without hesitation, I was cast out.

Abigail's hand extended to the ceiling of the Phantomhive study. Ciel's office. She was laid on the couch beside the desk and day dreaming. He hand reached out to the heavens, to the home she would never be able to return to.

Ciel, amidst all his paper work, noticed her stragne behaviour. "What are you doing Abigail?" He asked, tearing her away from her thoughts.

Abigail closed her eyes and her mouth twitched into a small smile. She then clenched her fist and sat up straight. "Forgive me my lord I was day dreaming."

"Day dreaming about what?"

"If you must know… Home." Ciel's hand placed the pen; he was using to write with, on the papers. Silence filled the room momentarily before he spoke to break it.

"That reminds me, you have yet to explain what you are doing on earth. You have been my guest for quite some time now and it has occurred to me, I do not know nearly as much about you that you know about me, Angel."

"While that is true my lord, you have only asked me about my fall once, and that was upon my arrival to this estate. If I have given you the impression you are not allowed to ask again, forgive me. I have nothing to hide."

Ciels expression softened at hearing this. He seemed to feel at ease when she spoke. Must be because she was an Angel he thought. "Alright then, you have peaked my interest. Why did you fall?"

Abigail moved from the middle of the couch where she was sitting, to one side. She patted the opposite seat with her hand, motioning for Ciel to sit next to her. HE raised an inquisitive eyebrow at her. She chuckled. "I cannot very well tell my life story with you sitting all the way over there, now can I?"

Hesitantly at first, Ciel stood and made his way over to the Angel. He sat as far as he could away from her on the couch. Without giving him time to react, Abigail grabbed his hand and laid back on the couch, Ciel resting between on top of her facing the ceiling.

"H-hey what do you think-"

"Patience young Phantomhive, just a little angel trick, but you're going to have to sit still my Lord. I said SIT STILL!" Her voice turned authoritative and commanding as its volume raised, and Ciel couldn't not help but obey. He quickly sat still, not moving a muscle as she placed her hands on either side of his temples.

"Now you will feel a tingling sensation but this won't hurt at all I assure you."

Flashes of colour filled Ciels vision startling him into grabbing the fabric of the couch. It seemed Abigail intended to show her what happened rather than tell him.

He travelled back to ancient times, Egypt it seemed. He saw Abigail dressed in a white and gold dress, her head adorned with a glimmering gold halo and armed with a gold and silver sword at her hip. She stood next to a man in rags. He had a greying beard and held a staff. They were watching Egypt together as the 9 plagues ravaged the country. He concluded that this man was Moses. Her expression never changed as all around her destruction took its toll. Later it was night, and she walked along towns and villages. Entering the houses without an X marked in sheep's blood on the front door and set to kill all the first born sons of the Egyptians. They slept in their beds and Abigail watched their sleeping forms, and every time she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and unsheathed her sword. She then sliced through their abdomens, but instead of a grizzly and bloody result, they all remained in one piece. Yet all had the same result. Death. She was the Tenth Plague of Egypt.

The scene changed multiple times demonstrating her duties as an Aged of Death, Doing the assignments she was set by her superiors. It clearly pained her inside to see such suffering at her hand.

In heaven she sat in the Garden of Eden, on the lap of another angel. Like her he was fair and beautiful but had an aura of reality that she did not somehow. His hair was to his shoulders, curly and blond. HE could not see his eyes at first as they were closed but when they opened; they were the most magnificent blue Ciel had ever seen. His delicate yet large hand stroked up and down her cheek while the other held on of hers. Fingers entwined.

"Gabriel, I do not wish not continue." She said

"Continue what my love?"

"My duty."

Gabriel's soft expression turned stern "Abigail you cannot disobey the wishes of our lord. You know what disobedience did to Lucifer."

"But, I cannot and will not be responsible for needless massacres on heavens behalf. There is just no reason to destroy these humans' lives. And if I may, we being this close to one another is not particularly following the rules."

"My dear it is not our place to question. And what we do may be forbidden, it is pure."

Gabriel rested his forehead on hers, their smiles mirroring each other.

Suddenly it was 1666 London. Fire spread through the street and buildings, taking buildings and lives alike. She walked the route of the London fire, the swords blade pointed to the ground spreading the Flames. This was meant to be a cleanse. Before she was to go to intended destination, she turned to listen. To the destruction, to the screams of the poor burning people of London. She had had enough.

She sheathed the sword and flew off. Not wanting to continue with the mission. There was nothing she could do to save these humans or reverse the damage she started.

Abigail hid for almost 150 years before she was found and brought back to heaven for her desertion. She was to be on trial the next day but spent her final hours in the company of her superior and lover; the Archangel Gabriel.

Searching for him all around the Garden she finally located him in the south entrance. Her eyes were wide with fear and hands trembling. Before her, Gabriel led on the grass, her sword sticking out of his chest and blood pooling around his lifeless body.

Before she had time to process what was happening, Abigail was restrained by two larger Angels. She was then put on trial for the murder of an archangel and one of her own.

The result: her exile.

Quickly she removed her hands from Ciel's temples and his visible eye blinked repeatedly.

"So now you know my lord."

Ciel thought quietly to himself momentarily. They were not so different it seemed. They had both lost everything due to someone else's selfish act. But what he didn't know was how similar they really were.

"I am sorry." He finally said.

"For what my lord?"

"For what happened to you. You have my sympathies." Abigail giggled.

"No need Ciel; it was not your doing. As you Humans say: 'Life goes on'"

Ciel nodded. He then felt Abigail stretch underneath him and yawn quite loudly, making him aware of where he was.

"Well, that has taken a lot out of me I'm afraid. It seems I am not as strong as I used to be" Abigail said, stifling another yawn. "Forgive me my lord but I must rest."

Abigail's arms wrapped around Ciel's body bringing him closer to her. He wriggled and writhed trying to escape her grasp, but despite her fatigue, she had an iron clad grip.

"Abigail release me!" I tried yelling but with no avail, he failed to wake her up.

"Oh my, young master. It seems you have become quite close with the angel." Sebastian grinned, entering the study.

Ciel frowned at his butler, still trying to escape. "Stop standing there and grinning at me like a fool, help me out!"

With ease, Sebastian removed Abigail's arms from around his master, managing not to wake her up. Ciel stood quickly and straitened his clothes. He cleared his throat. "Now. Take her to her room. I do not wish for her to disturb me from my work any further."

"How can she disturb you if she is asleep my lord?" Sebastian asked, a teasing smile spreading across his face.

"Shut up! Just take her."

Sebastian placed his hand on his heart and bowed. "Yes my lord." He gently picked her up in his arms and carried her to her chambers.

Her sleeping form was indeed quite sweet it seemed. She nuzzled her face into his chest and placed her arms around his neck, still fast asleep. Sebastian took in her beauty. Her long silky her, smooth porcaline skin and full and curvy body.

It was a fact all living things have soul mates. Demons and Angels being no exception. True some may live their lives without ever finding theirs, but in this case it seemed the demon knew this fallen Angel was his. From the moment he laid eyes on her 70 years ago he knew.

Grated he ignored it at first, but as the years went by he found himself thinking about her a fair amount and even more so now that she had made her way into his life. She may not know it yet but, they had a destiny together. And had decided to do everything in his power to make sure that happened.

Reaching her bed he placed her under the sheets after removing her shoes and tucking the sheets under her.

Before he left he felt a small hand grab his gloved ones and he turned to see her stirring in her sleep.

"Mmm stay?" she asked him in a hushed voice, still half asleep. He tilted his head wondering why she had asked this. Then it dawned on him she may not be fully aware it was him. He smirked.

"Perhaps another time." Sebastian took her had in his and placed a kiss on the back then returned it.

He walked to the door and before he left took one last look at the angel. "Pleasant dreams Abigail."

Woo, some history there about the OC :)

Sorry it's not that long but it's a bit of filler. And I was meant to post this last Saturday but the website was all funny.
And you got some cute Ciel and Abigail bonding there. Not so much SebastianXAbigail But I promise more in the next chapters.

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-J