Ciel sat in his study, seemingly upset. He ran a ringed hand ran through his hair, and clenched his jaw several times as he read the latest article in the newspaper. It had made the front page. His eyes glazed over the last paragraph.

Daughter of distinguished knight attacks the Earl of Phantomhive

July 14th, 1889

Lady Elizabeth Midford claims to have been protecting the young earl, her fiancee, from a young woman who was seducing him. Earl Ciel Phantomhive has yet to comment on this instance, but was not harmed. London Yard has reported one person has been injured in the attack. Their condition is unknown. Further..

Ciel threw the paper violently toward the window of his study, "Damn her.."

Ciel made headlines in the paper again when he broke off breaking off his engagement with Lady Elizabeth. Many people loved Elizabeth. She attended every social event and happily engaged in conversation with everyone. After hearing about her actions at the Phantomhive manor, they questioned her sanity.

Now, you suddenly became the center of attention as Ciel's new love interest as many people followed his life as closely as the Royal Family's. Ciel promised that you could live at the manor permanently, not wanting to send you back to the ghetto with your deadbeat parents.

You lived at the manor for awhile, becoming comfortable with everything and everyone. The wound that you had obtained had healed brilliantly in a few months after the incident. Ciel had stayed by your side the entire time, taking time away from the Funtom Company, and even delaying his jobs for the Queen, detailing in a letter to her that, "an unexpected matter has risen which prohibits me from completing your requests at the moment."

Ciel called you into his study one night, apparently about something important. He sat you down in one of the regal chairs across from his, and began. "(y/n), our love for each other is serious, correct?" You nodded.

Why would he even question that?

"I have to tell you something about myself you may not know." You froze.

He gestured to the large ring he wore on his thumb. "This was my fathers. It is a family heirloom. The necklace I gave you was the mothers and it was made to match this ring." You nodded, looking off into the distance briefly because you already knew what he was telling you.

Ciel paused long enough to regain your focus. He spoke with his eyes slightly narrowed, "Are you listening, (y/n)?" You nodded, looking back in his direction.

"My parents, unfortunately, were both murdered by an unknown group in a fire."

"Ciel, I already know this." He only continued, ignoring your comment completely. Instead his tone grew slightly more serious and refined.

"That is why I am the head of this household now. As the last remaining Phantomhive heir, it is my responsibility to not only run the Funtom Company but take over my father's position as the Queen's Watch Dog, her majesty's villainous noble."

"After my parents were murdered, I was kidnapped and tortured in a satanic cult. The only reason I'm sitting before you today is because of Sebastian. He's the head butler of this estate but like me, is hiding his true self under a fake persona." He paused, letting you process the information.

Smirking at the inquisitive expression adorning your facial features, Ciel answered the question you were about to utter.

"He is a demon."

Demonic pacts and contracts seemed to always be folklore; just a story to scare rebellious children. There had been reports of a few fools who tried to summon entities but other than that, no successful cases were reported since you were born.

You trusted Ciel, but his story seemed to get more and more bizarre and harder to believe. Although, the night he came into your room led you to ponder the butler's real persona; Ciel's explanation seemed to be the missing piece.

"We have a contract, he is only here for the sole purpose of my revenge. At it's completion, he will devour my soul."

He removed his eye patch and opened his eye, revealing in full light the supernatural purple pentagram. He stood up and walked beside you, the pentacle laced eye glowed against your skin.

"Elizabeth didn't even know this much. If you wish to leave out of fear or the latter, I will give you money every month so that you do not have to suffer."

You looked down, a slight fear rose in your heart at being in the presence of such a dangerous figure in English society.

Ciel looked at you calmly, "So, your decision?"

"I.."