Her Serpent, keen.
In the dark abyss, she could see the flashing glints of green scales as the slinky serpent twisted between narrow corners and tight walls. The lady was afloat, hearing occasional hisses. At some points, the silence was bare enough to hear the deceiving and manipulating snake smile with its venomous fangs in pride. A meal, a meal after decades and decades of starvation. A meal as pure as ever. Her "S's" were long and exaggerated, sending shivers down her spine. "Are you positive that this decision is your final one?" she asked again, her neck rising to meet the face of her victim.
She nodded slowly, it felt as if time was gradually never ending. "I wouldn't question my choices, snake." she threatened, but the serpent gave the air a sniff with its tongue and looked at the struggling woman to keep her eyes closed. "Yes, I am sure." she sighed, the cold green ribbon's tight grip on her naked silhouette loosening as she answered as the snake had wanted.
"Our contract shall be sealed, once you have given me orders in your mortal form. I will serve you as your loyal maid until our contract has reached it's purpose. Thus leading to the devourment of your soul." The snake attacked herself to the woman's thin arm, slithering her way up until she was loosely yet comfortably around her neck. "Our bond… The more our Faustus sign reveals, the stronger our contract shall be. Name the area of the desired Faustus seal." the snake played with her hair a bit with the end of its tail, slowly sliding down her collarbone and between the female's breasts until the serpent stopped at mid-belly.
The woman swallowed hard, and began to speak her words. "Neck. To the left of my neck, is where I desire my Faustus sign." she felt the snake turn around, wrapping itself once again around the woman's narrow and boney neck.
The snake eyed the glistening flesh, and her fangs slowly protruded from her tight jaws. "You may experience a slight tingle, after so the two of us will return to your mortal form.".
Flinching, the two fangs pierced the thin layer of flesh and she could feel the cold fluid being injected into her bloodstream and run throughout her course. This was it… Her soul, now belonging to the repulsive and malicious (F/N) (L/N).
You walked into the large bedroom, the aura of lilacs and honey. Lady Cora sat on her bed, popping a strawberry covered in cream into her red lips and smiling at her maid's presence. "Good morning, Mi'Lady." you greeted your mistress, whom nodded in response and tossed the green leafs that were atop the berry into a separate china bowl.
Lady Cora carefully wiped clean her mouth, careful to not smudge her lipstick. "Have you come to bring me my morning English Tea?" she asks expectantly, licking the juices from the sweet fruit off her fingers.
Of course, a beautiful decorated glass carriage was pushed in by a smaller servant who went by the name Samuel. On the carriage was a light pink tea set, steaming with her favorite beverage. "But of course, Lady Cora. I have also come to inform you of the ball invitation sent by the Phantomhive Manor. Earl Ciel has specifically asked you to come early, there is a meeting between him and another company which he'd like you to attend.". She seemed a bit surprised, but shrugged and stood up. The thin maroon velvet cloak followed in Cora's footsteps as she stood up and walked to her window, pouring herself a cup of tea before doing so, of course.
"Children." she scoffed, sipping on her tea. "They are always full of surprises.". Samuel stood to the side, lighting a cigarette which caught your attention and you quickly reached over to slap the stick from his mouth. "I presume you have a gown already chosen for my wearing?" she turned with a raised eyebrow, walking over and setting down the tea cup in signal that Samuel could leave with it.
You watched Lady Cora walk back to her bed, sitting upon the edge of the mattress and looking down at her bare feet. "But of course, and only in your favorite color." You smiled, snapping your fingers as Samuel ran back in with a long, silky black dress with the left leg cut at a high angle. It danled from a wooden hanger, and the shoulder sleeves drooped along the arch of the hanger. In the center of the dress, it was finished by a emerald gem, lined with silver which was fastened into the dress itself.
Cora walked over to the presentation, smiling in pride as she took the dress from Samuel and skimmed the back of it, which had a ruffled V-cut that stopped at the apex of the back's natural dip. Of course it was the exact style she liked, it was nothing like other women wore to a formal ball thrown by the Phantomhives. "Exquisite! I must say, you have really outdone yourself, (F/N)!" Lady Cora held the dress up against her fair skin, raising a brow temptingly.
You watched as she turned to twirl in front of her mirror and admire her thin figure. "The ball begins at the peak of dusk, I will hire a hair and makeup artist to prepare you for tonight." you informed Lady Cora, who ignored you and continued to love her own reflection. Looking down at Samuel, he nodded and walked up behind Lady Cora to retrieve the dress and make sure it wasn't severely wrinkled. Before you were able to hear Cora protest against Samuel, you had already gone down the long staircase, and into the kitchen to prepare for lunch.
You thought about last week, and what Sebastian Michaelis had warned you about the next time you had shown to a special event or shown just in general to the manor. But you knew there wasn't a chance he'd ever treat Lady Cora or you poorly without the orders of Ciel. That disgusting and sadistic crow, these thoughts made you nearly burst into laughter. Every demon was sadistic in their own way, including yourself. But what made Sebastian different from the others, was his abnormal devotion towards his meals. He would try as hard as ever to make sure the feast would be worth the waiting. And he wouldn't desperately pick souls who summoned upon other like yourself, but ones with only the most richest and pure souls.
Lady Cora's soul? Well, that was a meal most definitely waiting for. Patience, after all, was a virtue.
Later on, that night…
Lady Cora stepped out of her carriage to greet the many guests, a few men taking her hand in gratitude and left a soft kiss on her cottony black gloves. You of course were ignored, wearing a formal midnight blue dress and opal necklace. Your hands were covered in white gloves and your (H/C) hair was pinned into a braided bun. It was an insult to look better than Lady Cora, so you had followed orders and was sure to not look out of the ordinary. Cora walked through the chatting crowd, her black stilettos clicking against the marble floor of the Phantomhive manor. Your hands were neatly folded in front of you, and you wore a light smile as you followed behind Lady Cora while she conversed with acquaintances. Occasionally looking around and observing the building, you notice a black shadow which was being cast from the small balcony above.
Sebastian.
You narrowed your eyes, looking at him in his black feathery eye mask and his lips in a line. You smirked a bit, waving in sarcasm as he stepped back into the shadows. The darkness swallowed him, his eyes quickly flashing their true color before he completely disappeared. You returned to your normal smiling, shaking hands a few times with new people you haven't been introduced with before.
You could feel the tension within the room, it was a game against fire and fire. You were either the snake roadkill for the crows feast, or he was the injured crow awaiting to be suffocated by a hungry anaconda.
As the time ticked away, Lady Cora made her way upstairs to join in on Ciel's meeting while you were ordered to tend to things downstairs, in case anybody asked where she had gone to.
No one at the ball seemed interested in you, their eyes all averted to things that were more crucial to them, But there was one pair of eyes that stared you down, making sure that you had nothing suspicious up your sleeve. For the time being, you ignored Sebastian. But after a while the air began to smell and taste thin, only smelling of the sinful mortals on the floor.
Lust. A girl with long brunette twisting locks and a pink gown that was ribboned around the waist with lace was trying to seduce a man of her age, pressing against him and breathing on his neck. Then to the left of the room, by the large table covered in platters of food was Gluttony. A man, maybe in his mid-40s was devouring deserts in hope for no one's attention. You scoffed, then smelling the distinct aura of one of your favorites; envy. The girl in pink who was trying to get with that man before had an eye on her. You glanced at a younger lady, maybe about 18 who glared at her in antipathy and jealousy. Perhaps a younger sibling, dressed in a golden dress which was trimmed with a white string that seemed to shimmer in the finest way.
These weren't the only sins in the room, of course. There was sloth coming from an older looking woman who didn't seem intrigued to dance or socialize because of her own lazy priorities. Wrath, a couple trying their best to appear happily married but on the inside you saw fire and ice colliding. Pride, a young man of a large company was conversing with citizens about himself, being a narcissist at the least. Then there way greed, a man who was talking with other citizens about the amount of money this place costs, and how he deserved the money more than any genius in the world.
Humans sure are pathetic. But it's not only them, demons themselves are quite the woeful and desperate entity's themselves. Take the succubus for example. They use men for their own needs, and take advantage of them completely. Of course, saying that makes you a partial hypocrite. After all, you're benefitting yourself by following the orders of a mortal, but then again it was agreed between both parties in your case.
It wasn't long until Lady Cora, Ciel, Sebastian, and a young scattered blonde male came walking downstairs in unison. You eyed Sebastian, him of course paying you no mind. Lady Cora waved you over quickly, as a crowd began to form around her with questions. Although, as soon as they formed a circle Ciel and Sebastian broke it up. Ciel cleared his throat, bowing before giving an announcement. "We will now conduct the dance of the night. I have set up a special song that I am sure the many of you will enjoy. I would like to thank the Cora Candy Tea company for helping us make this ball possible.". Claps of gratefulness went around the full room, Lady Cora of course bowing and fixing her blonde glowing hair. "May the dance begin!" Ciel finalized, and the crowd of people branched off as a musical tune began to pierce the room.
Lady Cora turned to smile at you, before taking the hand of a tall male who delicately brought her to the center of the room. You watched from afar, Ciel then leaving your side to hesitantly join Lady Elizabeth in the dance. This left you and Sebastian alone to the side of the room. "Funny to see you here again, isn't it?" you sneer a bit, averting any eye contact with him and watching the crowd of people twirl and intertwine their hands.
You could feel Sebastian's sharp smile. "I suppose it is.". It was silent, until Sebastian began to speak again. "You know, as a maid it was quite ignorant of you to let your own mistress go into a Phantomhive room by herself." he paused to let the words sink in before moving his lips closer to your ear. "I'd expect better from you." the way his tongue spoke was like needles gouging into your eardrums.
A dark feeling overcame you, and you looked up at the ruby eyed demon who looked blandly upon the ball. "I follow the orders I am given, just as you do. Did Ciel tell you to keep an eye on me?".
He smirked a bit. "In fact, the orders between the two of us forever will remain confidential. That being said, the least I can say is that you are under a rather… Tight security, here in the Phantomhive manor. I can assure you of that.".
"The only reason that could ever be so was if your young Master knows of my true identity.".
Sebastian shook his head. "Not all criminals are demons, my lady.".
The thought tore your mind apart. The accusation of being such a thing made your stomach knot and twist, you felt the need to fight in return. But it was no use, for now,m you were a mature young lady at a ball waiting for her Mistress to finish her dancing. "Have a pleasant night, Sebastian Michaelis. Who knows, after all," you paused, your eyes momentarily meeting softly until they both rose into flames. "You yourself could be committing a crime such as critical as my own." and with that, you walked away to the other side of the room with the intention of leaving him without retort.
As you stood still, across the crowd from him, you rolled down the end of your glove to reveal the green, bronze and black colored Faustus sign on your hand.
Ouroboros.