She watched in fascination as the house burned around them. The flames were hot, and threw heat on her face, but did not burn her. She passed her hand in the flames and heard Sebastian chuckle. She turned and he was smiling, wide, angular and boldly watching her. His eyes were hungry. His eyes were dangerous. And he laughed as she pulled him closer, feeling the controller of the flames pull her closer. He kissed the top of her head, and sighed.

Mey-Rin had asked if he could destroy only the insides of this home - not harm others. He had laughed and produced a dancing flame in his hand, watching her.

"Are you not curious?" He had asked. She had hesitated and then nodded. "Demons can control the darkest elements. Fire is my specialty. I do like how they lick everything away so completely."

She had watched as he moved his hand, building the flame. And she had calmly placed his hand on the banister, instantly lighting it up, the trail of flames running down the stairs.

"Burn it and take it back to the bare bones - leave no trace of the men who took me. Leave no trace of my life before I met you."

He had swiftly taken his hand, still with a flame dancing in it and placed it on the ground, kneeling before her. He had looked up, his eyes deep red and wild in delight. "Yes, my Lady," and the flames had encircled them, building high and hot and dangerous. But she placed her hands on his shoulders and bent, kissing him, feeling wild and safe.

She felt as if she was free to ask him anything, and he would reply with complete honesty. "Did you suffer as you waited to rescue me?"

The look that came across his face was the answer enough, and his reply was a breath. "Every moment, with every piece of my body."

She pulled him close, and searched his eyes. "Good."

And she had pulled him into her chest, feeling the way his head turned, his arms wrapped around her waist, grounding them to the spot, even as the flames slowly crept up the walls, the few items in the rooms around her sizzled and let out agonizing sighs as they too died. All her memories seemed to be licked by the flames and she closed her eyes, clinging to the kneeling man in front of her, holding on for dear life like a scared child. Holding on to a man whose face was etched into her mind, more vividly then anyone else's. Holding on the man who promised to be the wild, abandoned, and lover of her heart, body, and soul. She kissed his head, as he had done hers, and took the first possession of her future.

A demon whose love was her redemption.


I hope you enjoyed the journey of looking a bit into Men-Rin's past - my version anyway. I have another Gen(ish) S/M story I may unearth from my writing lab and post. If you like a wee bit of romance with our sexy Demon Butler, and don't mind a GIGANTICALLY long fic, nor that the love interest isn't Mey-Rin, I'd suggest Danny Hyde. Don't let the name fool you - Danny Hyde fits in to the world of Phantomhives rather well.

But seriously - thank you for reading and enjoying. I am humbled as always!