6th of June, 1874

Once upon a time...

Lucifer, the Master of rebellion, emperor of things evil himself, had risen to Earth's surface this evening, at the six o'clock hour, on the sixth day of the sixth month.

I admit that I feel a part of myself growing tired of this title..., he wrote this personal prophecy within the pages of his Damnation Journals earlier that summer.

Ages have been piling upon ages, and nothing here has changed in the way as I longed for. The souls are the same, my children are the same. As powerful as I am, I still see some point in the future when I may retire. And with having that thought, comes the natural goal in obtaining an Heir to lead all my demons within the Seven Hell Kingdoms. This forthcoming Heir must be of my blood to withstand the Power they shall inherit from me.

Although there are many liable demonesses to select from amongst my Fallen Courts to mate with, I believe it would be most wise to make certain that the Second Devil shall be stronger yet. Thus, the Devil's Power shall become even greater if it is forged together with a mortal soul, since it is made from the magic of the Father High Above.

When The Day to Come finally arrives, the Heir shall be drawn home to claim the Dark Empire theirs.

His tainted spirit had processed a Nobleman's body. The man happened to be already married, to a beautiful and highly valued woman, and together they shared a wealthy name, a strong home base, and one little son.

Lucifer, masked under her husband's appearance, played the spouse role so smoothly that not a single person had suspected a thing had gone amiss in the first place. Therefore, in result to his success, the Devil took the wife to bed later on, promising her lasting moments filled with passion. Then after he released his seed deep inside of her, he lingered and rested there for a bit yet at her side until she drifted off into slumber. And by sunrise, he departed from the mortal world heading home, leaving the poor ol' bloke's soul and bones unspoiled and unscathed, in mere appreciation.

The husband however, woke upon the following morning in a daze from the black out, not remembering the events of the previous day. Nervous and never been able to make sense of it all, he chose to not voice his concern for the sake of protecting his son's happiness and his wife place in society. Besides, he noticed that nothing went wrong with him since. Everything was grand and everthing was normal.

So deeming that his well-being was still perfectly intact, the Noble husband soon forgot his short-term loss of memory. And throughout one of the succeeding weeks, he rejoiced at the unexpected news of his wife being with child a second time.

The Lord worked in mysterious ways he recalled. Perchance, this minor error in his life was for something good to come out of it. His faith prevailed endlessly and eventually Heaven's Grace had granted them another glorious and healthy child.

And unknownst to this (unfortunate) mortal family, they were not the only ones who celebrated, for countless layers of soil and lava beneath them, the word of the child's birth spread to one demon to the next. Like wildfire. They were prepared for The Day to Come, ready to switch their allegiance over to their Father's Heir. It truly felt as if it was the start of a new era. And they all assembled to bask in the recent victory within the walls of their own Father's dining hall.

"To Lucy!" the choursed.

It had been a real privlidge for the various lower-rank Possessing Class demons to lay eyes on their lord. Usually, only the Fallen Class personally interacted with him for the most part. They were in charge of harvesting the souls on his behalf, after all.

Placed at the head of the long table, Lucifer leaned towards the Fallen One on his right side. "Corvus, you are one of my favorites within the Courts. I am bestowing the duty onto you of watching over my newborn Heir."

Corvus was strictly willing to listen, of course. "How I will I find Lucy, Father?"

"Actually...," Lucifer replied, idly tracing the serpent's head engraved into the end of his chair's arm, "I thought we could allow Lucy to find you first. And fret not, I am not about to limit you in how you will do so. Be creative on your own terms, Corvus. You do not even have to be in her presence day to day. Just flit about in her life every now and then, blend in, learn about her, witness her grow powerful—in every sense of the word. With luck, Lucy has inherited her mother's inner strength. Her soul will be as bold enough to carry the Power inside it."

"As you wish, Father." Corvus bowed his head in respects, neatly folding back his large shadowed feathered wings.

"I trust in you, my loyal son," A proud grin pulled across Lucifer's attractive features then. "You may go tomorrow, and enjoy your time on the Surface, Corvus."

Once he reached the Surface for his first time in decades, Corvus simply had let the pull of his Father's blood to direct him, ending up to locate the Heir's family Mansion. Perched high up in a willow tree, Corvus sat amongst the cooing flock of crows that followed him there.

He examined the number of people outside in the courtyard very closely. It seemed as if the family had visitors over today. Three women circled around a patio table, delicately sipping at their tea. Two additional men stood together nearby, chatting on about their current business achievements. Lastly, three laughing children ran, chasing each other through the gardens. One of them a was girl—she had to be Lucy.

Corvus studied the small crowd for several hours until a brilliant plan finally dawned on him. None of them would ever know what hit them.

After all, demons themselves, worked in inconspicuous ways. Also, his had father ordered him to be creative lacking in limits. So he would just eat on the job. He couldn't see the harm in that.

A little after midnight, Corvus scavenged the city until he singled out the type of soul he needed to make his first move. He crept into the selected household with ease, slinking his way up the walls. Crawling onto the ceiling of the west chamber, he found the owner snoring. This man, was a man that had plain sin written across his entire being. A drunken whore lay on the bed beside him.

And he yearned for power beyond any human should. Without a doubt, he would become quite simple to maneuver.

Therefore, into the man's ear, Corvus eventually hissed ever so softly, "The only son of Vincent Phantomhive will bring you the true power you deserve. Sacrifice him...and it shall be yours."

When finished, he gave the sleeping human a radiant crimson glare. He smirked at his doing, and left the man to wake up in a feverish, blinding trance, raging on to gather a Cult together, and completely itching for authority.

"I will have the son of Vincent Phantomhive! He is the key!"

Days later, tragedy struck London. The Phantomhives lost their lives due to a sudden housefire, and their frightened young son, Ciel Phantomhive was stolen away by unnamed kidnappers. Hence, his whereabouts were unknown.

Corvus afterwards, just watched on the shaded sidelines, waiting steadily for days on end for the boy's innocence to crumble off his soul bit by bit. Then, it happened, hatred had sparked its way into the boy's mind, and Corvus immediately responded to the summoning.

The contract with the lad was created, and Corvus now answered to the alias of Sebastian.

When they both traveled back to the main part of London at last, Ciel asked him if he should visit his remaining family members. To relieve them of their strife. Corvus—or Sebastian—had agreed that would've be the right thing to do. Plus, Sebastian had been needing to return for the past month or so anyways.

In the local hospital, Ciel's family had all gathered to see his living presence with their own eyes. The few adults all shuffled into room at once to interrogate him and to pamper him. Sebastian however remained outside on guard in his newer proper place as a server, and permitted the relatives to recover from their heavy emotions.

But soon he noticed, that there was one little figure that stood still nearby in the corridor, who hadn't gone up to Ciel just yet.

It was the girl, looking at him silently.

Sebastian quickly glanced into the medical dorm again, and saw that his young Master was still engaging in distracting conversations with everyone else. Consequently, he seized this as his next opportunity. He approached the Heir as humbly as possible.

It didn't take long for him to see that she certainly was a lovely sight, ironically almost angelic. Having gentle yellow curls and bright spirited eyes, she definitely resembled one of the women talking to Ciel at the moment, her mother no doubt. But she was taller than Ciel, signifying she must be a little more mature. The demon reviewed over the math quick. What year was her birth...ten, eleven years ago?

Bowing appropriately, he me her gaze for his introduction. "I am Sebastian, Milady. It's my outmost pleasure to meet you. I am the new bulter for Master Ciel."

Hearing this, she briefly tipped her head out of childlike curiosity, and merely stared at him like a stray kitten.

"Do I unnerve you?" he tried again.

She shook her head in defiance, her blue ribbons swaying.

Was the child mute? Was it a side-affect? If so, Sebastian assumed his Father would not be pleased to know this at all.

"Is there something the matter then, little one?"

"You..."

"Yes?" Sebastian was satisfied enough to learn she owned an operating voice. And it was a nice voice too.

"You seem—" she pondered temporarily on what she wanted to say, "—familiar, somehow."

He granted her a gratified look, "So you do, Milady. And may I ask what is your name?"

"Elizabeth Middleford," she clarified, "but everyone calls me Lizzy."

Smiling, Sebastian then said somewhat playfully, "Lizzy...really? And I could almost have pegged you for a Lucy."

With both children now under right his nose—him using the boy to get to the girl overtime—all the dots plotted by Fate began to connect.

And who says the events of Ciel's horrid life was merely a case a bad luck.

Shh.

For anyone who has read my Kuro. trilogy recently, knows I like to dub Sebastian true form Corvus. It's Old Latin for crow, which is really fitting for him.

To sum everything up more clearly, Lizzy is the first and rare Devil-human hybrid, obviously—

Lucifer chose Elizabeth's father as his temporary vessel to mate with the Marchioness, since he deemed her to be the strongest mortal female that would be able to bare and carry his child. Corvus (Sebastian) is sent to be her guardian from afar, and as he studied the family, he realized her fiancé was the perfect cover. So, he triggered Ciel's kidnapping, knowing the contract would keep him bound to the family.