Gentle music echoed through the ballroom almost a year later, lulling the spoiled wealth of the city of London into a calm state. I watched, lounging on my fainting couch as Lord after Earl after Marquis slowly trickled into my manor, growing tiresome as bachelors tried to seduce me with promises of plentiful wealth. It didn't take long for me to start on the expensive champagne from Italy, and even though I couldn't be affected by the alcohol, I still indulged in the tasty human liquid.
"My lady, would you care for a dance?" Yet another young lord offered, hopeful in the chance to court me. I shook my head, politely declining his offer and watched him deflate as he walked away, no doubt to complain to his friends. Things got interesting after that though, one last Earl walked in, clad in a top hat and a cane. Next to him was the most peculiar butler, wearing black attire and the least formal hair style that I had yet to see in anybody else. I perked up and around the manor, I felt my harems' lazy aura also perk up, sensing my sudden attention.
Across the room, my lover, Alastair strode towards me before my aura stopped him, sending a warning to stay over where he was. When I looked forward the pair was in front of me, patiently waiting for me to acknowledge them.
"My lord, welcome to my manor." I greeted, standing up and curtsying to the tiny Earl. "Lady Pulchrae, at your service," My blue eyes soothed the young Earl and he introduced himself.
"Ciel Phantomhive," As he bowed, I got a look at the butler, who gave me a friendly smile.
"You're the Guard Dog aren't you?" I questioned once formal greetings were done. The Earl Phantomhive nodded,
"I thought you would've known, I am very well known in the city, are you new?" His mischievous look set my instincts off. If he was the Guard Dog, he had to be here for some other reason than to just mingle with the fat wealth.
"I used to live here ages ago but after my parents passed, I left the title of Lord and Lady to my brother and moved away. Unfortunately he has just recently passed and I am the only one alive to take up the title of Lady Pulchrae." I explained with a sad look. It was somewhat true, Satan decided to leave the throne recently and soon I'd have to take it up, lest I wish anarchy upon Hell.
"I'm sorry for your loss my Lady," I shook my head,
"It's fine, it's over and done with." I would take the throne upstairs, to either heaven or in the human world, in my manor where my harem is already residing. "Walk with me." I turned to the stairs and slowly climbed them, taking care of the kids tiny stride. My robes fluttered around my body, gold and red glittering in the light of the chandelier above the foyer of the manor.
"How long have you lived here since your brother passed?" The Earl asked. Behind us the butler stayed a respectful distance away from us.
"Less than a year I suppose, I haven't exactly been counting the days," I ended the statement with a low chuckle and turned to my office. I heard low chatter and remember the open lounging area was near my office, where I could keep tabs on my harem. Sensing my panic, they lowered their voices and quickly changed to human forms.
As we passed them, the Earl and the butler looked at my harem in curiosity and turned to me.
"Who are they?" The butler questioned, staring openly at the secretive group. Nodding at them in greeting, I replied,
"They are distant relatives who are staying for the funeral of my brother." They all greeted me with heavy accents making me curse in my head, of course, Hell is its own culture and has its own dialect. If my instincts led me down the right road, then this butler already knows what these "distant relatives" are. It's whatever though, if he wishes to attack, he'll have a lovely time being tortured in Purgatory.