(Author's Note: Welcome to chapter 4 to those who are reading! You could say the first arc, 'Les Enfants du Paradis' was inspired by one of the Sailor Moon movies and the movie by the same title. I wanted to do a scene that introduced the main character's family and how she viewed them. I also want to note that there is much reference to Ciel and Sebastian as well, and that this story takes place two years after the end of Ciel's storyline. Demitri seems to be a lot like Ciel doesn't she? I promise she isn't too much like him, some of her cute sides will show eventually. For now enjoy this perplexing tale. Author recommends you listen to these songs while reading this story:

Night of the Swallow by Kate Bush

Notget by Bjork

Force by Tanya Tagaq

Gratitude by Bjork

This Woman's Work by Kate Bush

Thank you for reading! Author hopes to finish this story somewhere around chapter 20 or so. Maybe even less.)

A cup of warm milk was poured into a cup of fine China. The woman who sat across from the cup blushed heavily, watching the man before her pour milk into a cup just for her. The man smiled brightly, his face soft and golden. "I'm glad you finally let me take care of you Bapsi. It's rare when you let me dote over you. I don't mean to be perverse but in a way I'm glad you became sick. Now I can take care of you like the princess you are.", the man said, taking a seat next to the girl in her bed.

Bapsi smiled at the man, her face red and sparkling. She nodded at him gently, taking in his features. She was a tall woman, an inch taller than this man, yet he had still fallen in love with her and had married her despite that. After being told all her life that tall women were the worst, they weren't fit to marry, she had proved them all wrong. Still that wasn't what got her to marry the man before her. His kind dark blue eyes that sparkled with ease, his sweet soft smile, his cute dimples, his gentlemanly ways, and the way he doted over her made her fall head over heels.

"I-I'm sorry….I just don't want to bother you.", she said, looking at him with wistful eyes. No never, not this man. He was much too kind for her, much too giving. She had nothing to offer in return. A woman with poor health, anemic to boot, couldn't even be fertile enough to bare him a child. Still he remained, happy and content to just be with her. With this moment, she would be in debt with him forever.

"Bapsi, don't be silly. I'd do anything for you, my highness.", he said, reaching out to grab her hand and to place a light kiss on her hand. Bapsi blushed heavily and then cowered away from his affection. "P-Please….you're too kind to me sometimes. I'm not worthy.", she said, placing her hands on her face.

The man before her glanced up with a confused expression before he placed his long smooth hands on her face. "Bapsi….you are more than worthy. You have given me your trust, your love with ease. I am more than glad because you are my soulmate.", he said, his dark eyebrows lowering down in a relaxed pose. He pulled his hands away and placed his right hand on his cheek. He playfully smiled at his wife, tilting his head slightly. "Besides your big bosom also cheers me up immensely."

Bapsi blushed heavily and gasped, covering her chest as if they had never made love, or he had never seen her in the nude. "A-A-Alphonse! You're perverted!", she shrieked. Alphonse stood up, pushing back his honey colored hair and then he sat down next to Bapsi, pulling her into his lap. He pushed himself up against her back before he leaned his head down on her neck and smiled. "Mmmm yes I'm quite the naughty man aren't I? I can't help it though….you're just so sensual."

He pushed her long dark hair behind her back and then he pursed his lips into a tight shape, before blowing into her ear. Bapsi shrieked lightly and then clenched her legs tightly together. "A-A-Alphonse…", she said, her voice seeming to fail her. The man placed his slender hands on her thighs, and he rose her pink colored dress up, sliding his hands onto her waist. "Bapsi….you're perfect the way you are.", he said, placing a kiss on her cheek. He rose his hands up to her stomach and hugged her tightly.

"Mmm promise me you'll never leave me for another?", he asked, his voice smooth and light. He had a lighter voice in compare to most men, but it was still deep enough to show how manly he could be. His feminine-like face, and the big eyelashes he had didn't help much though. Bapsi simply nodded, about to promise, when she started to cough. Her bronchitis was acting up again.

Alphonse frowned, before he turned his wife towards him, watching as she coughed. A bit of saliva dripped down her chin, and when she finished, he placed his hand on her chin, pulling her mouth open. With her legs around his waist, and his hand on her like that, she moaned a bit, feeling weak. He looked inside her mouth and sighed. "Still red…..you should drink some milk."

Bapsi glanced at him, closing her mouth. "M-My lips hurt too much to drink from that cup.", she said, her voice rasp. Alphonse grabbed the cup and then thought for a moment. "Hmm Bapsi, open your mouth.", he said, glancing at her. She obeyed, then he took a large sip of milk, placing his lips on hers. He transferred the milk into her mouth, and felt how the liquid slipping from his hot mouth into her own. Bapsi blushed and groaned lightly, swallowing the milky white substance. Once she swallowed it, she gasped, a bit of milk and saliva connecting between their lips.

Alphonse glanced at her mouth and then licked the substance up before squeezing her waist. "Mmm Bapsi is really good at swallowing, isn't she? I can't wait until she gets better. Then I'll really get her to swallow something good."

It was another restless night for Demitri; she had been tossing and turning, thinking about the past, of memories that had happened. She didn't miss anything, not at all, still her mind was like this. It would bring back memories of everything, and haunt her in the stillness of the night. It was nights like these where she wanted to stab her eyes out, and tear apart herself limb by limb. As if that would happen, really. The one time she tried to do it, the demon came in and stopped her, saying that he would not allow her to spoil herself for him.

On this night she decided, instead of battling her demons, to go out and take a walk. It wasn't particularly safe, considering there were people who were out to get her still, but she decided to take the risk. She rose up from her bed, her medium-length hair wild and wavy, and put on a pair of goat skins slippers. She picked up a candle near her bed and made her way outside towards the garden.

Once outside she sat on the stairs, feeling the night chill nip at her pale cheeks. She remained alone for a few moments before the household's pet came running towards her, bearing his nudity towards her. The white-haired, red-eyed creature kneeled before Demitri, whining and growling in a playful manner. Demitri pushed his hair back, smiling lightly. To be depended on by a creature was the worst and the most disgusting thing, especially by a dog. She could have easily tortured him, sexually abused him, hit him, anything; and yet he would remain loyal. It was a hound's nature after all. She did none of these things however.

"Plu-Plu, you lucky dog. I found you on the throws of death, full of bullet wounds and scars, yet you made it out alive.", she said, thinking 'Just like me'. The hound tilted his head at his master and then rose up to lick her face gently. It took a while for the hound to trust her, to even obey her. Yet seeing how she stayed awake every single night for a year, tending to his wounds, taking care of him, made the hound grow affectionate towards her. As for Demitri, she had found him during a time where she still had a heart.

"A-Ah Miss Demitri! Is everything alright?", asked a voice, followed by a body that came forth from a shadow. Demitri turned around to see Finnian, the head gardener come out, wearing his night wear. She smiled at him, patting the space next to her. "Yes, everything is alright. Come sit."

The blond followed her orders and sat down next to her, blushing lightly. "I heard you speaking and I was worried. I see now that you were with Plu-Plu.", spoke the boy, smiling. Demitri placed her hand on the other side of his head and pulled him in close to her bosom. She smiled and nodded. The blond simply blushed heavily but soon found himself resting on her chest in the most peaceful manner. "May I ask something miss?", he said, shyly prodding at her. Demitri nodded, awaiting the question.

"You found Plu-Plu two years before you found me. Did you know we both came from the same household or was it just coincidence that you found us?", he asked, looking up at the busty woman. Demitri glanced down at him and hummed for a bit. "It was mere coincidence. I had been out shopping when I heard Pluto whining in an alley. After the fire my husband insisted on me staying home, but I just had to go out. I'm glad I did, I found him there hurt and injured.", she said, telling the truth. Finnian bit down on his lower lip, keeping the fact that he was the one who injured Pluto from his mistress. Demitri didn't notice; instead she moved her hand behind his neck, smiling softly.

"I'm glad I found you too Finny-chan. We both have these markings. I feel safe knowing someone else knows the pain I went through as well.", she said, feeling a bit twisted. She had only experienced the same torture the boy had for a short while, while he, had gone through it his whole life. Finnian smiled up at the woman, placing his arms around her while crying and gushing. "O-Oh Miss Demitri! I'll be here forever and ever if you need me!", he sobbed, while rubbing his face into her chest. The woman simply sighed, feeling Pluto tug at her before also copying Finnian's movements. Somehow things always ended with her chest.

Up on the rooftop of the mansion, Alfred stood there, the wind blowing his hair and coat tails forward. He stood there, his face stoic, observing the meal before him. "This woman, who has the audacity to sleep with a demon, to kill people without a second thought, to cheat her way through the business market, to loathe her own family, is showing affection to a pair of useless beings. This woman is utterly boring when it comes down to it…..yet…..the sheer beauty that possess her soul is quite luring. To think that an extreme situation could create such a person….this is something worth waiting for.", he said, his eyes glowing a dark color. He opened his left eye widely, the mark of the demon appearing in his eye. Everything she saw, everything she felt, every memory she had, would be his soon enough.