It had been a few months since I had taken my younger brother had passed away. Ciel Phantomhive was his name, and he, despite all the fronts he put up, was one of the sweetest but most terrified young boys I had ever seen or met. He had made a deal inside a servitude place that kidnapped young children and made them do slave labor and be prostitutes to six gentlemen, three different ones for each gender. The deal Ciel had made was with a demon. He wanted revenge for his parent's murder, and in exchange once the demon's side of the deal was completed, Ciel would give the demon his soul. Two years after his contract was made with the demon, I came into the picture. Less than a year ago, when our beloved Aunt Red had passed away, murdered by a Grim Reaper, I decided to show myself to Ciel finally. I had permission from my master. I met Ciel for the first time again since I was seven years old. He was angered at first, but softened up to me and asked I become his maid. I was up there on a mission though. I wanted so badly to attempt to stop the demon my brother made a contract with from taking Ciel's soul. However, as the world would have it, instead of me preventing Ciel's soul from being taken by the demon who made the contract, another demon took Ciel's soul. I was that demon. I took his soul on orders from my master, as punishment for getting romantically involved with his enemy, his brother, the demon Ciel made the contract with. His name was Stefan, but Ciel had called him Sebastian. Since I took Ciel's soul I hadn't seen or heard anything from Sebastian. I was ordered by my master to work with him in his contract. My master had engaged in a contract with the Earl Alois Trancy. I was to be a faithful maid to Lord Trancy by day, and by night be nothing more than a whore for my master to gain pleasure from.
I have lost the ability to feel anymore though. I assumed my master had already consumed my little brother's soul by now, so I knew he was gone. Dead as a doornail. Why waste the energy in believing in foolish dreams of him being able to be resurrected? I obeyed every command, followed every order without question, and did it all with a dead feeling inside.
I even killed many people because my master told me too. This was my hell. My neverending hell. I was damned to it, never able to become free. I saw no hope anymore. My master crushed me to nothingness and he enjoyed every minute of my endless torture.
Thus we begin with a normal morning, in the Trancy manor.