It’s dark. There’s fog surrounding me and I can hear a voice calling me.
“Aurelia,” It beckons.
I stand up unwillingly, searching for the alluring sound. My feet shuffle along the cold ground, bringing me closer to the voice. “Who are you?” I ask the boy standing in front of me. His eyes were glowing crimson.
“I am Ciel. You have summoned me,”
“I summoned you?”
He smirks and his eyes turn dark blue. “Of course you have. Since you summoned me, you must have a wish,”
“Why would I have a wish?”
“If you have one, then I can make a contract with you to help you fulfill the desire,”
My brows furrow. “What’s in it for you?” If there was one thing I learned about this world is that nothing is free.
“The terms of the contract are I do your bidding; I get your soul.”
My eyes widen and I try to move back, but my feet are firmly planted and refuse to move. Ciel places his thumb and index finger under my chin and, by his touch, I fall to my knees.
Ciel kneels before me and asks, “What is your wish?”
“I want everyone that has harmed me and the ones I love to suffer the same pain and humiliation,” I say without realizing.
A smile plays across his lips.
“Vengeance, huh? Nevertheless, have we a deal?” He holds his hand out.
“Yes,”
“You will never be able to see the gates of paradise. Are you certain?”
“Yes,” I repeat, whispering.
I grab his hand and as I do, my eye begins to bleed.
I wake up and I can hear my pulse. “RACHEL!!” I cry.
My best- and only- friend, Rachel runs into the room with her butler, Ace, by her side.
“Aurie? Are you alright?”
I run to her and cry onto her shirt for seemingly forever. I only stop crying when Ace says, “I told you it would happen,”
Rachel nods.
“What are you talking about?” I ask nervously.
“Did you make a contract tonight?” Rachel asks.
Ace smiles. “Preferably one with a demon,”
I sigh and nod. “How did you know?”
“Ace and I have a contract,”
“What was your wish?” I ask.
“To protect anyone that I still have,” She solemly says.
I laugh slightly. “How’s that working out for you?”
Before she could answer, Ace turned around and told us to follow him. “There are guests at the door,”
We follow him down the stairs and at the front door, there were indeed two men standing there; one of which looks oddly familiar. “Ciel?” I ask under my breath.
“Who’s that?” Rachel asks.
“Sebastian Michaelis,” Ace says professionally.
The butler standing behind Ciel nods.
