Darkness. I could neither see nor feel anything else. Whether I opened or closed my eyes, it made no difference.
I shivered, drawing my limbs closer to my freezing body as I lay on a some sort of cold metal, metal surface that seemed to suck out what little warmth my body had left to offer. My mouth was parched and my breath came in ragged gasps. The metallic tang that tortured both my nose and sour taste on my tongue, was not that of the floor upon which I laid on, but from my own blood, which slightly oozed out from the gashes and burns that had been inflicted upon my tattered flesh by my tormentors only hours before.
I balled my fist up in silent rage, even though the movement itself pained me. How dare they do this to me?! I, Lucinda Crawford, daughter of the grand Duchess of the London Estate of Crawford! All in that family was mercilessly burned to a crisp. Everyone but me. I did not understand why these sadistic lot- whoever they were that kept me caged- wanted me alive. I could only guess that they did this for some sick, sacred scheme.
I grit my teeth.
I reluctantly tried to clear my mind in an attempt to get some sleep and recover my strength. Before I could get settled however, I tensed. In the distance, the familiar clang from the door reverberated through the small cave, or rather, room, where I was held captive.
I began to sweat. Again? No- I could not go through THAT again.
I frantically sat up, my eyes no doubt were wide and wild as I looked around for any means for an escape route, though it was entirely pointless as I couldn't see anything at all. Not for the first time, tears streamed down my dirty, bruised face. I felt like such a wretched being right now. I was powerless to do anything but wait for the inevitable pain that was sure to occur. You know you have given up up on life when your only thoughts of hope are, 'Maybe today, they will finally kill me this time...'
"My my. Those are quite the morbid thoughts we are having there," A voice suddenly spoke quietly from the darkness beside me.
I yelped in surprise and ended up banging my head on the low roof of the enclosure I was in. I cringed with fear, waiting for the familiar shout of the guard - out to ask me what was going on and yet, only silence greeted my ears.
Gathering my courage, I hesitantly spoke up. "W-who's there?"
For the longest time, there was no reply, I began to wonder whether or not it was all in my head, a last desperate of lingering of hope that someone might come and rescue me.
"Lord, if your listening, send me an angel to light the way." I murmured the words aloud without realising it.
Just then, I saw two, crimson eyes glowed faintly in the gloom before me and I flinched a backwards, frightened. Perhaps it was one of those moments that you don't really know what kind of question you are going to ask, but I foolishly stammered " A-are u-you a-an a-angel?" I asked scared and afraid. "Who? Me? Hahahaha, oh darling I am not an angel but a demon!" The 'demon' said "Why are you here?" I asked curious "You summoned me darling! Now, do you wish to make a contract with me?" The mysterious demon asked "What kind of contract?" I asked my fear now gone and confidence coming out "A contract where I will help you get revenge for what people did to your family and what they did to you!" The demon said "What do you get in return?" I asked confidently "Why, I get your soul at the end of the contract!" The demon said while licking his lips "So, do we have a deal?" He asked "YES! I WILL MAKE A CONTRACT WITH YOU!!!" I yelled. The demon just smirked and I was engulfed in darkness.
"Where do you wish to have your contract mark?" He asked in...a crow form?! "On the back of my hand!" I said and there is where he placed. At the end of that I ordered him to burn down the place and gave him a name. And his name is...Sebastian Michaelis.
