(A/N: This is a Ciel OC story.)
The little girl sprawled across the dusty floor, staring absentmindedly at the dirt ceiling. Repeated movement over time from above has made dirt fall from the ceiling, strewing the ground. Earthworms, and other assorts, would slap down on her face and shoulders. Some even became her temporary friends. Instincts would overcome her, making the girl result to the worst when she wasn't fed.
She donned a dress that at some point in time was white but was now freckled with patches of red, brown, and black. The hem of the dress was shredded into and the shallow holes left patches of the dress missing. The girl's body throbbed, and she coughed up mucus into the ground.
She wheezed for air as the mold spores grew thick. The girl's chestnut hair disheveled, her once vibrant eyes dulled to a pale sickening blue.
She merely glanced upon her parents' limbs that were scattered across the room. The blood-curdling screams, almost on cue, played in her ears when she looked at her mother's remains. All that was left of her was dried up bone while her father was still fresh. His rosy flesh was feasted on by the various bugs and arthropods in the room. The smell of rotting flesh permeated her nose. One tear finally forms in her swollen eye, gliding down towards the ground.
Cautiously it slid past her nose, down her flushed cheek, narrowly missing her lips before holding tightly onto her chin.
Plop.
A faint maroon flooded the room with intense light, and the endless clicking in the girl's ears making them scream in agony. She covered her eyes desperately trying to hide from the newfound light.
"So... What is it you seek? What you seek to accomplish shall become yours."
The voice serenaded the girl's ears, soft and smooth to hear. It hummed afterwards causing an ominous rumble throughout the room. She forced her head to turn towards the voice, the pain shooting from the neck up numbing her body. The little girl's lower lip quivered silently, what an atrocious creature. Shivers rolled throughout her spine and her body shook. Despite what it looked like, she made no effort to back away from it. The eye contact reassured her of its sinister intentions.
It waited for the girl to adjust and clicked its nails on an old metal beam. Her vision was thrown into loops making her feel hazy from the light she was forbidden to see for so long. With her hand the girl reached for the creature blindly.
"I..." The little girl averted her eyes before looking up at it once more.
"I want to live..." She heaved convulsively.
"I want... Revenge."
The demon's face took on a nasty sharp-toothed grin before seizing the girl's wrist to pull her up. She squealed in response with whatever her voice could muster. It was coursed and dry, dehydration had already overridden her speech. He closed the distance between her, the beguiling heat that radiated from him lulled her into a sense of security. The demon's nail pushed up on her chin.
"Look at me when you speak." It growled, causing a prompt obedience from her. The girl's eyes shook before resting upon the devil's. A brisk wind temporarily relieved her from the heat of its body just to start-up another shiver. She groaned, no longer able to keep up the eye contact. The demon contemplated for a bit and held her chin steady. Suddenly an agonizing pain jolted through her eyes causing the girl to scream and thrash about. Narrowing her eyes, the ocean blue pupils that reflected its appearance turned into a hazy taffy color.
Humming again it pushed her chin higher.
The sullied dress she had on was no longer as it took a scarlet display that reached her bruised knees.
The little girl's hands shook fiercely when she felt the grime that hugged on her body be cleansed with only a simple touch. Using its other hand, it tugged on her brown locks and the color became a bleached pink that ran rampant to her ankles. The demon altered her as it saw fit ignoring the proper task at hand. Finally, the girl pushed its hand away from her chin frightfully.
Almost as if the devil forgot its purpose, it spoke once more,
"Tell me where you want our contract to be. The more visible it is, the stronger the bond which binds me to you."
Using a small portion of strength, she pointed to the area of choice on her body which made it click its tongue in response. "Are you so sure about that? I know where else you can put it, somewhere much suited."
She shook her head. "Very well." It grumbled.
Abruptly, the demon grabbed her exposed neck and squeezed causing the girl to sputter. The intense pressure on her throat made her gasp desperately for air using the burst of strength she had to scratch his hand away. Blood seeped below his hand past her collarbone as a burning sensation rocked her body. The girl felt her skin being torn, and the smell of burnt flesh made her nauseous. She wriggled and attempted to scream, but her small mouth was agape instead. Pinprick tears formed in her eyes, the only thing the girl could see was the taunting smile on the devil's face and abysmal eyes that swallowed her whole.
Releasing the grasp he had around her throat she collapsed, saliva trailing out her mouth on the ground. Feeling the rush of warm air into her lungs felt euphoric, dry coughs echoed throughout the room. Feeling the sensitive area around her neck, it no longer burned but was only tender with a light sting.
"Come girl, tell me what you really desire." It whispered in her ear.
"I want… their beating hearts…" The demon sighed euphorically in response, lapping up the malice she exuded. Her head pounded like the roaring of a drum, split apart from the searing pain in her eyes.
"I want to RIP IT OUT! WITH MY OWN HANDS!"
Screaming afterwards, she frantically grabbed fistfuls of her hair and shut her eyes tight. The headache made her feel like something would sprout out of her head. Using her sore feet, she pushed away from the wicked demon no longer sure if she wanted to make the deal anymore. The devil continued to smirk with all its teeth bared, mocking her naivety. Slowly it approached like a predator cornering its prey, reaching out to clutch her face.
Flinching, tears rolled down her cheeks, but the touch was warm and smooth causing her to open her eyes. A human hand caressed her face and a fierce gale of wind blew around the room stirring up the dirt into a tornado. Right before her, the malicious creature had more… human qualities. It's skin turning peach, fingernails retracting, face morphing into a kinder appearance.
"Very well… I'll grant your wish. In return, once we fulfill our contract, you shall give me-"
...
A shrill scream escaped her lips as she jolted awake. The bed groaned from her sudden movement letting out a scream of its own. Her back was drowned with cold sweat as it beaded down her temples. Clutching the comforter, the girl's hand nearly turned as pale as the sheet. She gritted her teeth and her eyes darted around seeking a confirmation that she was out of her fantasy. The oak door creaked from the force of it being open with a fair-skinned butler rushing in.
His eyebrows furrowed and his face held a frown, fixated to the girl in front of him. Locks laid at the sides of his face with a pin-up of his auburn hair behind him. The man's butler outfit was nothing but pristine, the flint color matched the interior of the room which was adorned with silver. His fern eyes complimented his peach skin with a tantalizing allure no woman or man could resist when tempted. As quickly as he came in, he rushed to her bedside and reached with a dark gloved hand. Her eyebrows knitted together and eyes narrowed as she swatted his hand away.
"Young mistress!"
"Stop calling me that! Don't call me that," she reprimanded with a scowl across her face. He bowed his head before enveloping her in a warm hug. He tucked her head into his chest and her nostrils became flooded with cinnamon. The girl yelped before pushing her arms against his chest.
"Lucifer!" She yelled at him. An inviting smile played upon his lips in response.
"Stop coddling me. Don't you dare get the audacity to baby me. And I told you not to call me 'Young Mistress' or anything else of the sort! You must address me as Mikaela. Am I understood?" Her voice struck down upon him but Lucifer shook his head before taking a bow.
"I'm afraid I can't do that Young Mistress," He picked up his head to reveal a small smirk causing Mikaela to scoff in response.
"You dirty bastard."
Mikaela motioned with her hand to come closer, and Lucifer complied. Crawling over to the edge of the bed, her feet dangled off. He gently patted the area before taking a seat next to her. Taking the opportunity she laid her head on his shoulder, hair ruffling in the process.
"Another dream?" He inquired and got a nod.
With no acknowledgment Lucifer tenderly touched the strands of hair draped on his arm. With a solemn sigh, he reminisced fondly.
"Your hair is still as beautiful as the day I found you. When I put that dull brown hair into a mesmerizing pink. Vibrant, full of life. Look at you… I see every single star in your eyes."
She glanced up at him for a moment before laughing.
"Oh Lucifer, don't sweet talk me. You're quite the charmer but you don't charm me," making him laugh alongside her.
"Well I am good at what I do but appear not as well with you."
Mikaela rolled her eyes before lowering her feet down on the ground. Lucifer promptly stood up on his feet right after. The polished wood floor started sucking the warmth from the soles of her feet causing a shiver. She looked down at her teal nightgown that didn't dare pass her knees. It was embroidered with cloud lace at the hem and a fluffy ribbon by her chest.
"Well what are you waiting for? I have things to do today."