Her Name is Bliss

Chapter 1

"I was literally singing to myself on my way home, after the killing. The tension, the desire to kill a woman had built up in such explosive proportions that when I finally pulled the trigger, all the pressures, all the tensions, all the hatred, had just vanished, dissipated , but only for a short time."

― David Berkowitz

There was only the letter to go by, nothing more. One thing that told her who she was, yet told her nothing. No one knew who Crevan was, or had been. She was alone, cut out and left alone. She had held no fondness for anything growing up, so she had wandered through the nights from the moment she could leave the orphanage. She had walked like a shadow down dark stone streets. An extravagant bird, dressed in its strange plumage of black and grey hues, humming a faraway melody as she went.

The sound of dragging metal followed her. A fugitive ball and chain cuff clasped around her ankle; she dragged the pick-like scythe wherever she went. It flashed a gleaming smile as it cut through the air, time and time again. A twisted giggle pierced the air as blood stained the night. And the pretty bird hopped along the cobble stone path, her dress splatted and stained with deep mercury.

That was how she lived. Ripping the lives from people and laughing madly with every drop of blood. She skipped along with the moon as her guide. She looked up at the round yellow spot that blemished the sky then at the stars that plagued. She scrunched her nose in disgust. In her eyes, the sky had always been dead. Then, out of nowhere, a sigh dripped from her lips.

She had felt them before they had gotten near. Unsettling shadows. Unnerving ghouls. Duplicitous demons.

She laughed and brought herself onto her toes. Then, she spun. Her silver hair lifted up off her back, catching the light as it floated around her in a beautiful ring of silver. The scythe rested lightly upon the palm of her hand as it danced along with her in her rivulets, a deadly partner in her morbid ballet.

There was a short screeching noise that cried out through the night. The screech of metal against metal, and, then, her scythe stopped spinning and stuck into one of the cracks between the stones, forcing her to an abrupt stop. A giggle left her mouth, "You are a lot more fun than those humans, Demon-chan."

A man stood in front of her. He was dressed like a raven with the slickness and sheen in his eye of a black alley cat. She let out a laugh at the sight, "Ooo, such scary man, yet such a girly little boy!"

The boy next to the "raven man" glared at her as his cheeks flushed pink, "Sebastian, kill her!"

The man addressed as Sebastian bowed, "Yes, my Lord."

She giggled once more, "Ooo, imouto is mad at me now? At least ask my name before we play."

Sebastian flung something her eyes couldn't trace. They were strokes of silver that interrupted the shadows. In response, she flipped backwards through the air, plucking the scythe along with her. She giggled as she landed crouched with her scythe and arm extended out. "Tsk, tsk, little boy. How rude of you to come attack me with not a word of explanation, or formality."

The boy huffed, and Sebastian covered his mouth to hide what seemed to be a grin of amusement at his master's frustration. The boy stood straighter and looked down at her, "I am Ciel Phantomhive, the Queen's guard dog. You have caused a disturbance to the kingdom and the Queen. Now, you must pay."

She scratched at her cheek and smiled, "Oh... Are you talking about the murders?"

Ciel's eye twitched and his ash-blue hair bounced with every rabid word, "What else, you idiot!"