Author's Note: This is an extra chapter focusing on an OC. I wanted to give a little glimpse into Edwin, who quickly became one of my favorite creations. I hope that I've done him justice and that you all can wait a little longer for the sequel, in which he'll appear again. This wasn't the extra chapter that I had originally envisioned, but Edwin just wouldn't leave me alone. I would like to remind everyone that as cuddly as you want him to be, he's still a demon.

Takes place after the art exhibit but before Edwin goes to London.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of it's characters. I only claim Serena, Asta, and the demons (Edwin especially) and descendants that I introduce.

The Tale of Edwin

Lust and greed were two sins that went hand in hand. Lust was wanting something, wishing for something and possibly acting on that wish. An uncontrolled want. Greed was the deep end of that same pool. Greed was seeing something that you wanted, something someone else had and doing whatever you had to do to get it. Whatever vile, disgusting and truly evil deeds to get what you wanted. Greed was wanting to take it from someone else. Wanting to hoard it away, to keep it from everyone else.

It was the feeling Edwin had lived with when human and more often than not, indulged in. As commander of a vast army, it was quite easy to take things from those that were defeated. Easy to take the best for himself and leave the rest for his men to fight over. It was the same feeling in humans that drew him when he woke as a demon.

It was the same feeling that he had recognized in Nadine the day he had met her in the bookstore. Serena hadn't noticed it, the folly of a pure soul. They normally felt uncomfortable around those steeped in sin, but generally not threatened. She hadn't realized that it was herself that Nadine wanted. To hold Serena's talent and light for herself and see the envy written on others faces as she made certain that they would never get close enough to touch the red head.

It wasn't going to happen. Edwin had made certain that Lucien was aware of Nadine and before he left, the girl would have her own warning from him. He had learned a lesson from his failure. Serena was young and relatively naive. He should have come at the problem from the other end from the very beginning. He couldn't change what had happened...but he could make sure it didn't happen again.

It was why he had left his charge again, to track down the source of his disgrace. The lights of the bars and clubs in the college town beckoned to humans, young and old, to come and indulge in their sins freely. Vengeance, wrath, pushed him down the street. No wonder the Elder indulged in it. It was powerful feeling to track down someone that had wronged you with the intention to strike them down. Or show them just how powerless they really were...how insignificant and frail they really were.

Nadine certainly had popular taste. Barely dressed humans stood in a line outside a brick building reminding him of cows waiting for milking. Several turned to watch him walk past. Some reeked of lust, others responded to the power that seeped from his hunger looking for prey.

But they weren't who he was looking for.

It wasn't normal for Edwin to have a specific prey in mind. Most demons fed on essence and any human would do as long as they indulged enough in the specific sin that called to that demon. There wasn't a need for deals or substantial amounts of time. All the humans needed was a good orgasm and their souls cracked open like pistachios.

'Le petit mort, indeed.'

The doorman didn't even bat an eyelash as he saw Edwin and stepped aside smoothly so the demon didn't break stride as he was waved inside.

Bass pounded through his body in time with the burning need for revenge. Darkness, broken only by strobe lights, surrounded him as plans moved through his mind. He followed the flow of greed through the humans that crowded the club's interior to its center and found his prey easily enough on the upper level. The taint of her soul made her a beacon to any demon that fed on greed.

The upper level was really nothing but a glorified catwalk that clung to the outer fringes of the cavernous space. Small tables and a few chairs were set up for those that were tired of dancing and wanted to watch the others on the floor. There he found his target.

He supposed that Nadine was attractive according to the current standard of beauty. She certainly had the height that Serena had often lamented. Blonde hair, that didn't reek of the choking scent of dye, hung thick and straight to her shoulders and emphasized the sun-kissed tan of her skin, most of which was displayed by the small strip of fabric that barely covered the essentials and passed as a dress in this culture.

He did understand that. When he had been human, a woman's skin was expected to carry a golden tint, his had been people that loved the sun. The rest of it he didn't get. His mother had been the envy of most around her with her short stature and midnight dark hair. His own wife had barely reached his shoulder.

'I don't even remember her face or her name,' Edwin thought. 'But she was beautiful. Nothing else would have been acceptable for a successful general.'

Mentally shrugging, he let it go. He didn't suppose it really mattered as the woman had been dead and dust for millenia. His concern was the live woman in the level above him and the danger she represented to his Elder's mate.

'Not my Elder for much longer.' The demon wondered how it had come to this and wanted to howl. Since Malphas had pulled him from the pit fights, Edwin had always made sure he was the most useful, carrying out every request his Elder made of him with care and attention to detail. In one act, centuries of loyalty and respect had been wiped away. Now that his anger had cooled, he could see it wasn't really Serena's fault. She had been forced to play a game that she didn't know and didn't understand, while still trying to hold onto her humanity. She knew that humans did horrible things to each other, but she didn't understand that it could happen to her. Even after tasting death once.

'Look at her time in Tokyo. Teo had reported time and again that Serena walked the city at night alone without a care. She often left friends and the lighted streets to explore the less popular areas of the district she lived in. On several occasions Teo or Gusion's demons had been forced to step in to make sure the less savory humans left her alone.'

Edwin sighed as he thought of the Elder's reaction to the reports. 'Perhaps if they had let her see the consequences of her actions more often, she would have a better understanding of the humans that surrounded her. Serena would never do the horrible things that she knows of so she doesn't think that anyone would try them with her. She doesn't understand how her soul calls to those that are stained.'

On the heel of that thought, the demon shook his head. Edwin would never had let her feel the first bite of any human that tried to harm her. The demons that had watched her had made the same decisions that he would have.

Nadine wasn't quite at fault either. She was doing only what she knew. She wanted Serena for herself and took steps to get her. The fact that she hadn't bothered to understand her prey spoke only to her youth and the idea that her looks and manner would pull in whoever she wanted. Nadine would have been better off getting close to the red head through their shared interests and quiet time in the studio. He could fault her for getting Serena alone. The blonde had known that Edwin was around from the day they met in the bookstore and his presence had warned her off. She had waited until Serena was alone to make her move.

That he could fault her for. Instead of trying to take Serena from him, she had simply moved around him. Coward.

Moving easily through the crowd of humans, Edwin ignored the looks of appreciation shot his way. Except for one. The bartender was staring as he mixed a drink for the trio of girls on the other side of the stretch of wood. Enough pride emanated from the dark-haired, older man practically screaming 'owner.'

A plan took shape in his mind. 'Perfect, and I didn't really have to do anything.'

It didn't take much. An interested glance and the man almost dropped the bottle he was holding. The demon watched the man lean over and talk to the other behind the bar with him as Edwin came through the crowd. The human lifted the slab that kept others out and slid from behind the bar. Edwin met him, seeing the man jump at his presence and held back a smirk. Now so close, he could see the man's story in every movement of his body. An experiment, a dare perhaps, to try something he was sure that he would never enjoy had lit off a craving in the human. He saw the man rub the gold wedding band on his finger with his thumb before straightening his shoulders. His decision was made and he nodded to the door blending in with the black wall.

A brightly lit hallway greeted them as the door shut on the din of the club. They both moved out of the way of a passing woman dressed in black pants and white shirt that showed a generous amount of cleavage.

"Hey, Mia." The man snagged her arm as she passed. "Help Chad on the bar for a while."

"Sure thing, Boss." She pulled her dark brown hair up and wrapped a band around it before sliding out the door with a smile.

He stopped again outside another door in the hallway. His hands shook a bit as he pulled a ring of keys from the belt loop on his pants. Edwin slid up behind him, crowding the human with his larger body while taking the keys from the other man's hand and unlocking the office. The man laughed nervously as he pushed the door open and stepped inside.

So close, with none of the distraction of other humans, Edwin could see exactly what the man wanted. As soon as the door was shut, the demon pulled him around and slammed the human up against the metal.

A moan and the smallest shiver ran through the man's body as Edwin used his own body to hold him against the door. Hands grabbed clumsily at the demon's body as Edwin took possession of the man's mouth, images from his subconscious parading behind the demon's eyes.

Edwin's appeal to the man beneath his hands, named Aaron, had nothing to do with demonic powers or the state of Aaron's soul. Speaking of which, wasn't too bad actually. No, it had everything to do with Edwin himself, his build and his presence.

A little more power, a little more persuasion from large hands and the story spilled from Aaron's mind. It had been his wife's idea. Her request and fantasy that had started the whole thing. After almost twenty years of marriage and three children and building a demanding business, their sex life had long ago slid down the priority list. They both had known it and both had caught themselves looking at others. Wondering for an instant of the possibilities. Neither had ever been with anyone else. They were married right out of high school with their first baby not far behind. When the children were growing, the hours piling up to build the club into a successful business, there was distraction. There was always something to be done, somewhere to be. Now, the distractions were fading away. Two of their children had left for college and the third was finishing high school and always with her friends. The club was stable and Aaron really only worked the bar to get out of the back room every once in a while. His general manager could handle almost everything. He didn't really need to be there every night. But it was hard to stay home.

Home was where he couldn't run away from his wife. Where he couldn't ignore how much had changed...and how much hadn't. Both knew they were unhappy, in a rut, but neither could figure out how to break the monotony.

Until he'd overheard Katie's conversation with her best friend when he had come home early from the club one night.

'I mean, of course I've thought about sex with other people. I'm only human. I've always let the idea go easily enough. But lately, it's all I think about.' A pause. 'Of course, I still love Aaron. I couldn't imagine life without him. I just...I don't know.'

"Just once would be fine, right?" Aaron's voice drifted through Edwin's mind. "Especially if I set it up and I'm there. Katie can have what she wants without the guilt and maybe it's just what we need."

An image flashed through Edwin's mind of the bouncer at a rival club. Aaron and the owner of the other club, James, had had a friendly competition going on for years. Competition over their clubs, the entertainment they brought in, the people they employed, as well as a weekly poker game. It was after one of those games, away from the others that joined them that the story had come spilling out. Aaron had been on edge for a week and once he started explaining, he couldn't stop until he was finished.

James had been surprisingly understanding. He was the one that told Aaron to talk to his new bouncer. Katie had been shocked but he could see the excitement that came over her after a little explaining.

Little did either of them know that Katie's fantasy would give Aaron one of his own.

It wasn't really the sex that Aaron wanted, it wasn't the thought being with another man that excited him. It was the power, the control that Edwin represented. It was letting someone else make the decisions, letting someone else direct. Something that wasn't in Katie's character. She was his wife and his partner in everything. She had always been a constant fount of ideas for the club, for their children, for their house, for their parties every summer. But the final decision was always left to him. Just once, he wanted someone else to make the decision, to make the moves and let him just be, let him just feel.

'Honestly, I'll never understand humans. To stay unhappy just so as to not confront someone with a problem. All for love. Ridiculous.'

Edwin kept his thoughts to himself as his hands made quick work of opening Aaron's pants and pushing them down. It wasn't the sex that Aaron wanted, he didn't want the penetration. Force had never really appealed to Edwin and he didn't need the release, so he did nothing. Letting the human cling to his larger frame was enough as he teased the body beneath his hands. The demon watched and moved with clinical interest and remembered a time that working a human's body had excited him. There was once a time when he had enjoyed the sounds and sight of his prey as their own flesh betrayed them.

As Aaron's breathing grew more erratic, Edwin fell into his memories again. One of the first times the Elder had brought him and Lucien to the human world to feed. Edwin and Lucien had planned to find a few humans that would satisfy their hunger and then return. Malphas was the one that taught them both to think big.

Young demons almost always had a fascination with sex. What had been pleasurable as a human, was now exponentially better with a demon's enhanced senses. All spent at least some time lost in the sensations, sounds and pleasures of their prey's body. Sometimes that fascination could last forever, as it seemed to have for Lucien. He felt that knife-edge of jealousy again and buried it. Lucien couldn't help that lust appealed to him. He had to eat, just as they all did. Having a mate didn't change their physiology.

His memory shifted to that first meal after he had joined Malphas' house. It had been nothing more than the three of them at the time. An ancient palace, nothing but dust now, filled with humans celebrating something or other. They were gathered in the throne room when the demons had walked in. The Elder was in his normal form, something they had been told time and again to hide while amongst humans. Edwin hadn't understood what he was doing at first.

The humans had stared at the Elder as he strode to the very center of the room. They hadn't known what he was, what he was there for, or why they had been mesmerized by the beautiful man's movements. Malphas has smirked back at Edwin and Lucien before his boot struck the floor and they felt pure power snake through the room, whispering to each of the humans in turn. Neither of them had known what to think as the humans were taken over, their clothes sliding from their bodies. Hands reached and sounds of sex had quickly filled the room.

"I thought you were hungry." The Elder turned to them, smirk still on his face as he waved them to join the fun and feast until they were content.

"How did you...?"

He put a finger to his lips. "Perhaps someday, I'll tell you."

It was that day that he truly understood what made Elders so different from those like Lucien and himself. Although they were attracted to specific sins, sought out souls so steeped in it that they would never be allowed to continue, it was the embodiment of all sins in a single being that made an Elder. One who could evoke and attract every sin that man indulged in.

Lucien hadn't been picky. The blonde had simply slipped into the nearest grouping while Edwin was more discerning. He had walked the room, hunger cramping his body and mouth starting to water, taking in each orgy around him. There was a group toward the head of the room, close to the throne that called to him. Jewels dripped from each of the humans creating a shining display of greed as they grabbed for each other, stealing the embrace of others or holding them down to take.

'It was then that I discovered greed appealed to me.'

Edwin fell back to the present as Aaron yelled in his ear. He felt he muscles of the other man's body tighten and the warm pulses as he still worked the body he held, milking for more as he slid into the human's mind.

'I require use of your office this night. You will not return here tonight. Your employees will not enter here tonight. You will say nothing when I come back here again later.'

"Do you understand Aaron?"

"Y...yes," the man whispered as his breath started to come back.

"Good." Edwin pulled his pants back up for him and zipped them.

He backed away from Aaron, letting him find a way to stand on his own. As he opened the door, the demon looked back.

"You should talk to your wife."

Aaron's head shot up. "How do you..."

Edwin merely raised an eyebrow and the man's head dropped.

"She's not like that. It's not her."

"Perhaps the idea has simply never occurred to her. Have you ever let her take the responsibility? For anything?"

"No."

The demon didn't say anything else as he slipped out the door, leaving Aaron to collect himself while he made sure his prey was still where he left her. Nadine was no longer on the upper level of the club and he felt a small stab of panic. He followed the scent of her soul through the crowds of people, followed the flow of greed to its center once more, on the dance floor.

Edwin walked around the edge of the room, keeping sight of his prey as well as the hidden door. Sweaty, aroused bodies writhed together on the floor to the beat of drums pounding through them. Touching and movements designed to entice in an ancient dance. No matter how "advanced" humans believed themselves to be some things never changed. The primal need to choose and attract a lover never evolved. Choosing adornments that accented their strengths, hiding whatever flaws their societies or they themselves deemed they possessed. Movements that emphasized their skills and what they offered a partner.

The hidden door opening drew his eye away from the dancers as Aaron appeared. He leaned over the bar and called to one of his employees. Mia, the girl they had passed earlier bounced over with a smile. Edwin didn't bother to try to overhear their conversation, he could see everything he wanted in their expressions.

'He's a good leader.' Edwin felt the thought pass through his mind as he saw the concern on Mia's face that her employer was waving off. Genuine concern from others followed the man as he hurried to the doors and the world beyond. 'Hmm. The office is clear.'

The demon refocused on Nadine in the middle of the floor and let a trickle of power wrap around her, brushing past others as it found its target. He knew the moment she was caught. Her body shivered and lost its rhythm in the dance before she looked around her for the source. Her eyes were dilated when they finally met his and he knew she recognized him.

Nadine picked up the rhythm again, surrounded by her friends, dancing only for him. She didn't understand it wasn't needed and it didn't matter what skills she had, he would be in control of their encounter. Still, he decided to lean back against the wall behind him and enjoy the show for a while.

Several others tried to catch his attention, but he turned them away without a second thought. Nadine had been watching as each came up to him and smirked when Edwin waved them off. He supposed that he had waited long enough. Elegantly pushing off the wall, Edwin slipped easily through the people on the dance floor instead of going around, making sure that Nadine saw him.

Edwin made himself comfortable in the chair in front of the owner's desk and waited for his meal. Nadine didn't disappoint him when she looked through the door before putting the sultry look back on her face when she saw him. He waved her in, adopting a bored attitude. He knew it worked when a flash of anger flitted through her eyes and more effort slipped into her shutting the door behind her. She started to walk forward, intent on him, but Edwin raised a hand to stop her.

"First rule of business, always see what you're getting."

Nadine smiled and reached around to unzip her dress. It slithered to the floor as only thin silk can, revealing that she was naked underneath.

'Ah, so she was looking for someone anyway.'

He didn't speak as he waved her forward. When his finger twirled in a circle Edwin wondered if he'd lose her for a moment. Pride was obviously another vice she loved. Men normally worked for her, not the other way around and it wasn't an experience she particularly liked. But, she was here and not leaving without a trophy. He had her.

His fingertips skimmed her skin, making her shiver, as she moved slowly in a circle, letting him see all she offered. Every inch of her warm skin was tanned and he could almost taste the lotion she used to encourage the pretty color to bloom over her body. There wasn't a trace of hair and he remembered Serena's insistence on visiting the salon for a waxing just a day ago. She had done it for the show, encouraged by Nadine. A smoother painting surface, yes, but Nadine also liked this look. He tapped the little diamond that winked from her belly button.

"Very nice."

Nadine smiled in triumph. "I can be very nice."

"Really?"

A predator's smile never left her face as she slid to her knees as Edwin slid back into his memories.

He had been enamored of the humans around him for a while but there was something he could hear that kept stealing his attention. The soft, metallic twinkling was too soft for the humans to hear over themselves but Edwin could hear it and wondered at it's source. Taking a last sip from the soul beneath him, he focused on the sound and followed it through the room. He saw Lucien's golden head before it was swallowed again by the people around him, but it wasn't coming from there.

The rest of the room was a cluster of moans and screams, flesh sliding against flesh and sins devoured. It came again and he finally found the source. In the front of the room, on the raised dais, the Elder relaxed in the king's throne. His attention was focused on the young girl kneeling between his legs, the sound coming from the bells that had been woven throughout her dark red hair.

Edwin didn't understand the jealousy that had flared as he turned back to those that surrounded him. He looked back and realized it came from the indulgent smile as the Elder stared down at the girl. Malphas was immensely pleased with her and he hated it. Visions of the Pit went through his mind and a shiver of fear moved down his spine. Edwin shook his head. He wouldn't go back there. He would keep the demon that saved him happy, keep Malphas pleased with him or die trying. Final death, his entire being wiped from existence, was a more favorable outcome than going back there.

He looked again, couldn't help himself, and met the Elder's swirling crimson eyes. Malphas raised a hand and waved him over. Edwin didn't look back and shook off the hands easily as he didn't take his eyes from his Elder.

'He's mine. My Elder, my leader.'

"I see that we have discovered which sin appeals to you most." Malphas chuckled low in his throat.

"Elder?"

"Greed. You long to possess. Things, people, it makes no difference to you. Once you focus on something, you'll do anything to have it, to keep it for yourself."

Edwin looked down, thinking about what he had said. "I believe you are correct, Elder."

"Always so proper." He reached down and pulled the girl's head up. "Leave us for a moment, Precious."

She pouted but the Elder didn't give in. The girl stood slowly and Edwin took stock of the clothing that still covered her skin. The pretty dark blue of her dress that matched her eyes was heavy, expensive fabric. He remembered the bells woven through her hair, a ward against evil spirits. Something traditionally worn by brides. This must have been the wedding party to welcome their new little princess. She looked over to the nearest orgy but Malphas clucked his tongue at her.

"I don't think so, Precious. That's mine."

"But it hurts." She stomped her foot and the Elder laughed at her antics.

"I know. A most delicious pain and I will take care of it, but you must be patient."

"I don't want to be patient."

Malphas laughed again. "Such a spoiled little princess." The smile fell from his face and the girl flinched back. "You'll be patient or I'll leave you to your new husband."

She looked over her shoulder to the door leading farther into the castle. A pout still on her pretty face, she sunk to her knees and folded her hands in her lap.

"Good, Precious." Malphas turned back to Edwin. "There is something bothering you."

It wasn't a question but Edwin still didn't know how to answer. He didn't know what he wanted, didn't know how to put it into words. The Elder's smirk told him he didn't need to.

"Edwin, you're still thinking like a human. We'll have to work on that." He leaned his head on his fist. "I don't require such things from you."

"Then what...?"

"Ah, I see. You are not sure what I do want from you."

He nodded, distracted.

"I want you to learn. I want my house to be the strongest, most enduring. For that I need the right members. Can you do that Edwin?"

He thought of his fighting in the pit. He was the strongest demon. He was the strongest human when he had lived.

"Not that kind of strength, Edwin. You've already proven that. I want to know if you can walk the endless flow of time. If you can move amongst the humans and others of our own world with the weight of forever on your shoulders and still stand tall. If you can keep your sanity in the face of loneliness, of endless change, of eternity itself."

Edwin felt his knees go out from under him. The position of obedience, of supplication was not something he was familiar with. As a human he would never had bowed to another, even his king. The strongest didn't bow. But he wasn't that strongest anymore. The realization shot fear through him, but also a strange peace. Malphas was watching him, that same smile on his face and he bowed his head to the floor.

He had never respected anyone enough to bow to them, but this man, this demon, would teach him what he needed to be useful, to survive. He would care for him, when Edwin couldn't do it himself. He would protect him, when Edwin couldn't do it himself. A leader worthy of following. Something he had searched for when human and the knowledge made him want to weep. He looked up again to find Malphas watching him with a smirk.

"But, since you're here."

When he pulled away, Malphas slid his hand along Edwin's jaw, catching the drop that had fallen from the corner of his mouth. Edwin caught the thumb, sucking the digit clean while the Elder smiled at him.

"Go. Feed until you can hold no more. It will be a long time before we walk the world of man again and I need you strong."

Edwin bowed his head to the floor again and stood. He felt the Elder's eyes follow him as he went back to the humans he had left. They welcomed the demon back with open arms and...other things. He pulled the next to him with a renewed sense of purpose. Losing himself in the tangle of warm, scented limbs he didn't notice the presence coming toward them.

The humans moved out of the Elder's way with a mere wave. Edwin started to turn but was stopped by the hand on his shoulder.

"You cannot possess me, Edwin. But, I will own you." Malphas whispered in his ear.

Edwin came back on the thought that the leader he had found didn't want him anymore. The bone chilling sadness quickly gave way to anger and he yanked the girl to her feet by her hair. There was nothing nice in how he took her to the floor. She had taken it away from him, taken everything in a bid to possess something that she wasn't worthy of. He turned her on her stomach so she wouldn't see his eyes that he couldn't hide anymore or the teeth he bared.

It appeared she enjoyed this more.

As her soul cracked wide he slipped in to find the center of her greed, the well of sin that would feed him and provide the trigger he needed to keep her away from Serena. What he found almost made him lose his focus. The abyss in Nadine was deep, endless, something he had never seen in another human.

'The endless pool you try to fill will become a gaping maw upon your death...when you become one of us. Did you honestly think that Serena could save you? She's not for you, not your salvation. I hope, for you, that the Elder doesn't invite you to his house. He'd keep you alive...just barely, forever. However, I will not keep the information from him.'

Another shudder wracked her body and he ripped into her mind. It wasn't hard to spring the traps on her fears and lay Serena's face at the tip of each one. She might even resist all red heads after this. He almost wished that he could see her the first time Nadine encountered Serena after tonight. Edwin was certain that her face would be priceless.

Unfortunately, it would be for another to witness. His time in Connecticut was done.

His work finished, the demon stood without a thought to Nadine except to sneer at her quaking body on the floor. Without a word, he left her.

The club patrons knew to stay away and parted easily so he could pass without touching any of them.

*****************The Tale of Edwin*****************

Edwin walked back into the cottage and saw Lucien and Ciel sitting in the living room. For whatever reason, Lucien had the fireplace going and Ciel laid in his feline form in front of the flames. He shook off his partner's concern as he slipped into the bathroom and started the shower. They would know that he had fed, but not who. They wouldn't know what he had found. He'd tell them later.

After he finished, Edwin redressed and left the humid room. Lucien and Ciel were still in the living room waiting. He waved the blonde off as he went in to check on Serena. The red head was fast asleep. In the moonlight, he could see the tear tracks that still marked her face. He pulled the handkerchief out of his pocket and cleaned her cheeks.

It was his own fault. He had forgotten the importance of a pure soul, Elder's mate or not. He had looked at protecting Serena like another human and forgotten she possessed such a rare soul as well. They lived to help those trapped in the dark. She had no defense against Nadine but himself and Lucien. They had failed to protect her from someone that wanted to steal that light to save themselves.

A shield that broke when brought to bear.

He knelt down next to the bed and watched the girl sleep. The little princess came to his mind again followed by Ciel. He remembered the Elder's other contracts that he had met. Most had possessed that spoiled, childish personality. A laugh started in his chest and made it's way out of his mouth.

'It appears the Elder has gotten exactly his taste.'