The dark lover (Sebastian x reader lemon)

Chapter 1

It was a normal day at the smith's house hold. Cleaning the rooms, making the beds, and keeping the servants in their place. You were the head maid at this estate. There was another old lady who was the former maid, her name was Elizabeth, we keep her around because we didn't want to see her go out into the cold streets of London and wither away. The gardener, she's a sweet one. Her name is Emily. She would always have a brighter side to everything. The chef. Her name is Clair. She was a rather rude and she would always smoke. The butler. His name was victor, He was clumsy and would alway have a blush whenever he passes you.

But most importantly the master of the whole house hold. Victoria smith. She was the one that I had to take care after her parents death. She also had another secret. She had a contract with a certain demon __(f/n)__ __(l/n)__.

You are to take her soul after you have found the slayer of her beloved parents. She was small but she held a lot of heat in her. That was one of the reasons why she intrigued you so. The other reasons where that she would never back down on her word or place false charges on an instant soul. The most important part of this girl was she was only 12 and she was running a whole fashion company by herself. You were making your rounds as victor came running to you with grate joy.

"__(f/n)___! __(f/n)__! We have a letter"

"From who is this from?"

You said as you extended your arm to take the letter from the butler.

"The Phantomhive's."

"The Phantomhive's? Hum. Alright thank you victor"

"You're welcome"

You make your way to her study and as you open the door you see ribbons, fabric, and string are a lover the floor and desk. You walk in the study missing everything on the floor with no effort.

"A letter has arrived for you. It's from the Phantomhive's"

You said as you give the letter to her. You took the time to clean up a letter around her desk and on her desk. She opened the letter and saw it was an invite for a visit.

"A visit? How odd. I didn't think he liked talking to people who were in fashion"

She says looking at you with a 'what the hell do I care' expression.

"When had he invited us?"

"Tomorrow at 4pm. He would like dinner with me. We shall go but the others must stay. I don't want them to destroy anything."

"Well said my lady"

You bowed and As those words flowed out of your mouth so smoothly like melting chocolate you left the room. Hum a meet-and-greet with lord phantomhive. How interesting.