Name: Chelsea Michaelis Age: 20 to 21 Gender: female Hair color: Blond Eye color: Purple, flashes to red at times. Clothing style: Usually a Phantomhive maid uniform, though when not working she usually wears a simple, knee length, red dress with a black leather jacket over it. White socks and brown, stylish boots to match. Personality: Usually kind, and wanting to see others smile since she didn't much as a child. She has some PTSD from an event from her childhood regarding a man. She can be stubborn at times. Skills: Cooking and cleaning, fighting, protecting the ones she cares about. Weapon of choice: Either guns or bare fists. Significant Other: Sebastian Michaelis,

As a child, Chelsea always wanted someone to love. That seemed to be a hopeless effort though. Her whole family seemed to be out to get her, along with the world. She tended to block out the jeers and insults thrown her way, while having to help her younger siblings. Her younger siblings had a love of pulling her hair, and hitting her. She excused their behavior, since they were young. Her older ones however had a tendency to manipulate her to do what they would like her to do. The adults in her town paid her little mind, always just asking her please leave them alone. Other children, found her weird and not worth talking to. Chelsea's parents weren't around often, due to work. She felt no attachment to anyone, to anything. She wouldn't be opposed to waking up suddenly to find everyone around her a pool of red blood. At this point, all the tormenting and all the lies, the manipulation and lack of attention, left her devoid of emotion. She had become an empty shell of a person, her sanity starting to fail. Chelsea had became a pretty girl, her face being a flawless round shape. Her eyes were like big violet pools. She had full lips, a dusty pink color without makeup. She had blond hair that framed her face and featured, making her eyes pop. Her chest and hips had been developing nicely, causing some attention. Unwanted attention, to be specific. At fifteen, she had been walking down the old dirt road to the nearest store. A man had stopped her, and forced her to do some things... When he had finished, he left her terrified and beaten by the road, as she tried to get her clothes back on from that nightmare. She came back to her house, a trembling mess. She hadn't been to the store, she just couldn't. Her parents yelled at her, not letting her tell her tale. Her sanity snapped, she was unable to feel. All the bad piled onto her until it broke her mind. She stood there, taking the mental and verbal abuse. They sent her to her room, to think about her actions. She had fallen asleep on her bed, the moonlight shining on her through the window. Her family's cat slept on top of her, him being her only friend. In the middle of the night, someone broke into her house. They killed each and every one of her family members, leaving her last. They shot a bullet that went right through her, killing both her and the cat in one blow.

She awoke where her body had laid, her eyes a deep red. She sat up, feeling nothing from what had happened just an hour earlier. A mysterious red light flooded in from the door. Out of curiosity, Chelsea decided to wander into it. It had brought her to a place where the sky was red, the air hot and dry. The ground was a dark burgundy. The buildings around her were dark colors, shades of gray and black. On the horizon was a menacing castle. She then knew, she was in actual hell. The years passed, she went to the earth many times for contracts. Most of the time for young to middle age men, who seemed to be pleased by her body. She was so sick of it. It always brought the memories back from the day she died. But she could never say no, they were always her master. For once though, she had successfully finished a contract without that happening. She decided to not go back. She couldn't. She wandered the streets of Victorian era London, looking for something to do. She had been hopelessly bored, especially since she lived forever. She came across a boy, mostly in blue with a butler who had been in complete black, his skin an exception. She recognized the butler to be a high ranking demon in the underworld. She approached him with caution, wondering if he could tell what she was or not. Chelsea was classified as a succubus, due to her figure and seeming that most humans couldn't keep their hands off her. It seemed most demons took advantage of this fact, causing her to have a fear of most demons, males especially. It seemed the male demon recognized her as a demon immediately, going over to her. Surprisingly, he didn't ask any perverted questions, nor did anything wrong. He simply asked if she would work for his master, seeing as they did need more help. Chelsea agreed, not having anything better to do. It would keep her busy for a while, no? It seemed, that butler had always told her to tag along with things that were to be done with just him and the young master. He told the young master it was to 'keep an eye on her.' Obviously meaning, he didn't trust her completely. As time went on, she began to warm up to him a little and so did he. Chelsea's world started to see color as this demon showed her some kindness, not lust filled actions. From being a human just a few years before, it made it easier for her to feel. Something warm grew in her heart because of this man, his name Sebastian. She realized she had finally achieved the feeling she had been wanting since childhood. She felt love. She figured out how to love. ,

3rd pov( Made by Jovann(Living to be okay from Quotev)
Sebastian and Chelsea kissed their way into their shared room. He pushes her down on their bed and attacks her neck with ducking kisses. Chelsea moans lightly in delight and tilts her head to the side as well as lightly gripping his shoulders. They remove their clothes from each other and kiss passionately in between articles of clothing and breaths. Sebastian pinned her hands above her head and kissed her, licking her lip for entrance. With a bright blush she opens her mouth slightly. With the new opportunity he slips his tongue into her mouth, feeling everything that the wet muscle could reach. Their tongues fought to which no surprise, Sebastian had won the little game. He rubbed at her sensitive button making Chelsea moan a bit louder and with a brighter blush. He inserted a finger and moved it around a bit before adding another, enjoying the moans that poured from Chelsea. Eventually four of his fingers had fit and were moving erotically around inside of her. Pulling them out, Chelsea whined at the loss but only gasped as soon as Sebastian was positioning himself. He looked at her with a look, asking for permission to which she nodded. Slowly pushing in, her tightness was already starting to do a number on him. Once he was fully sheathed inside, he waited for her to give him an okay to continue. Once she nodded to him, he began to slowly thrust into her, her moans already mess and her grip on his shoulders tightening more.
"f-faster~" she moaned softly and so Sebastian obliged and did as he was asked of, thrusting faster and harder as well. Chelsea couldn't help but moan out, enjoying the immense pleasurable feeling. Sebastian kissed at her neck and ducked on it as well as bitting in a few places, leaving marks on her beautiful skin. Their coupling seemed to last for hours. Eventually they both had reached their limit. Sebastian's thrust became harder and sloppy as Chelsea couldn't contain it anymore. I-I'm going t-to..."she said, having a hard time finishing her sentence.
"Me too... "Sebastian complied and soon enough they both came and panted in exhaustion from their coupling. Sebastian had pulled out and laid next to his beautiful Chelsea, pulling her in for them to rest and recover. They both smiled and kissed one another.
"I love you my kitten" Sebastian said in a warm loving tone. Chelsea giggled and blushed madly.
"I love you too" she replied and kissed him in which he returned. They laid there all night enjoying each other company. (Kyaa I love it my lady! *blushes*