Hey people! Sorry I haven't been updating very much, but if you were following me, I had put up a few new stories that I encourage you guys to read.

Anyway, I wasn't really sure how I wanted this story to go, so I just kept it on my mind for a while, thinking of how it should go. The good part is that I'm back and have a tiny idea of what I want. The bad part? I still have no idea where I want ot end this. So please bear with me as we continue into rocky territory.

Please review and tell me what you liked, what you didn't like, or something that could be improved. Any flames or suggestions will be taken into consideration, I promise. Here we go:

Chapter 3:Ciel's POV

As I sat on the edge of my bed, I pondered over my sanity. Last night surely wasn't a dream, but Mom's cloak surely had been ripped. Question was, who fixed it?

I huffed in frustration and laid down sideways on the bed.

There was another point of confusion as well. What did that man mean when he said I had the demon's mark? I couldn't help but believe that was why my parents didn't want me.

I stood up and went to Mom's library.

Over the years, Mom decided that since I had nothing else to do, she would teach me how to read, something she was taught when she worked at the castle. She bought me many books, especially fairytale ones.

One was especially my favorite to read. It had information of all of the mystical creatures. The last time I ever read it was when I was younger and Mom read it it to me. She had skipped a page, and when I asked about it, she freaked out, saying it was something that I wasn't ready for.

I picked it from the shelf and blew off the layers of dust that had settled on it.

"Mythical Creatures From A to Z" I read aloud.

I went back to my room and opened the book, skipping directly to the D's. I flipped throught the pages, searching for Demon. Eventually I found it.

"Demons. A creature who devours souls. Some high-class demons will make a contract with a human, giving them their greatest wish, and in the end the human gives up their soul." I read.

I didn't make a deal with a demon. I continued reading. "In some cases, humans can promise the soul of a future child or relative. This is a rare occurrence, but not impossible."

I blinked. Someone from my family promised my soul to a being from Hell. Oh goody.

"A person who makes a contract with a demon holds a mark that represents the demon. Most marks occur on the eye, hand or neck. Those with a demon mark have been known to be feared, or sometimes killed." I gulped. "This has happened to very few, but still, it is not impossible."

So that explains the mark, and why I wear my eyepatch.

I scanned the rest of the information, finding there was no picture of a demon. All the other creatures had a picture or drawing describing the being.

At the bottom of the page, there was a note.

"No picture or drawing can be found of a demon, seeing that all of it's victims died before being able to capture such a picture. Although some demons can take the form of a human if they so desire." it read.

I put the book down.

My soul was promised to a devil. That's why my own parent's didn't want me. I started to cry.

I was going to die. I didn't even know who did this to me, nor whom my sopul was promised to.

I realized in fear that the man who untied me last night was the demon. It was possible, since he came and went without me noticing, and demons had the ability to have a human form. It all made sense.

I put my head in my hands.

"Who was that demon?" I wondered aloud.

"I was wondering when you would find out." a voice said.

Startled I looked up, not realizing I wasn't alone.

A man sat on the window, holding the butterfly I had examined yesterday. He gently blew on it and it flew away into the breeze.

"Wh-Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm so sorry, Madam. I am being rude." he stood up and bowed. "I am Sebastian Michaelis. I am a demon." he looked at me and I gasped. His eye were pink and in slits.

"You, You are the demon my soul is promised to." I said.

"Yes. Your grandfather, Henry Phantomhive, made a contract with me, in order to marry into royalty." he explained. "Before I could devour his soul, he made a deal that I would get your soul, if I allowed him to produce an heir."

I thought for a moment, my brain not fully functioning.

"Wait a minute- I'm a princess?!"

"Yes." he answered.

"No. That's not possible."

"Oh, but it is. You see, when you first opened your pretty little eyes, the king and queen noticed that i marked you. Terrified that the reputation of the Phantomhive's would be soiled, they gave you to your nurse maid. And you've been here from then on, wondering about your family, and all that."

"My parents are the king and queen? That means I'm the-"

"The dead Princess." he finished for me.

"Wow." i breathed. "This day can't get any weirder."