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Now where do we begin?.....Ah yes, now I remember...

The year was 1890, in Early London, and Spring had just begun. Flowers were blooming in what little grass patches there were, or at least trying to. The pollution in the air was thick, a groggy black cloud usually hung over the city from all the smoke from chimneys, carts and other machinery in the docks.

Now thats not to say that London wasn't beautiful, because it truley was, as long as you went to the right area's. The right area's would be the rich end, where the family's with more money would flaunt their riches with thier clothes. Beautiful dresses that dropped to the floor, all in different colours, Wine red's, a beautiful deep blue and emerald greens, but that didn't stop the brighter colours too, you had bright baby pink's and blues all contrasting with each other.

The nightlife was...better than it used to be, ever since the Guard dog of the queen stopped Jack The Ripper, people were free to roam at night again, thogh it was mainly men looking for a good time near the old streets where only women could satisfy thier needs. Any women who were out were with a large group, because saftey in numbers.

On a night like this you'd find one of the most Beautiful girls in the city sitting in her room, she didn't like to go out much, as she was a quiet type who much liked her books over anyone else. In her mind why would anyone want to go out and socialize during the night?, she had all the knowledge she could ever want in her books, as well as a few of the fantasy books that had been published, but that was a guilty plesure of hers.

There in the middle of an dark sky blue room, was a high framed Bed made of Cast Iron stained black, covered in a Jacquad duvet, a pale sky blue. To the right of the bed was a desk made of Mahogany, perfect for writing and attending to other matters, on the desk a beautiful carved image concluding of flowers and leaves. Above the desk was a Family potrait that had been painted prior 4 years ago when the father was alive. A large window was near the desk as to provide light during the day, once again pale blue curtains were drapped down to match the bed. On the other side of the room another Mahogany dresser stood, with a large silver mirror above, so's she could do her makeup.

On the Edge of her bed sat Lady Emma Walker, she wore a dark emerald silk dress, that touched the floor, the dress slopped her shoulders and had wide pagoda sleeves typical of Victorian era clothing at the time. She was around 5"1 quite petite for her age but she didn't mind, she had dark brown wavy hair that rested over her shoulders, her hair contrasting to the porcelain skin she had. Her eyes stood out the most, the big bright Emerald green eyes she had adding to her beauty. A true hidden gem within the darkness of London Town.

Whilst Emma sat on her bed reading her book elsewhere in the dark town a man, no...an inhuman ran along the rooftops of the buildings. In his hand he held a picture of Emma and her name underneath, The young inhuman had found Emma to be the most attractive and beautiful woman he'd seen, however he was on an order from Satan to capture Emma and take her to him, he sighed to himself and continued running and jumping before finally jumping down into her windowsill, something she had forgotten to shut prior that evening. He leant inside the window holding onto the walls for support. The wind that followed sent a breeze through his hair and curtains, looking up Emma for a quick glance at his reddish brown eyes.

Startled she blinks a few times looking the strange man over he was tall probably 6" something...he had black hair and brown eyes, she calmed her nerves best she could, and placed the book down onto the bed making sure to mark the page before closing it. She spoke with a calm voice a smooth one that matched her beauty. "It's a little late for Acrobatics, is it not?" A small smirk appears on the corner of the mans mouth he found her funny, and wanted to speak more to the girl, however he didn't want to break the deal with Satan. Stepping into the room he brushed himself off and lit a cigarette taking a puff in before speaking Cooley, "Strictly practice...s'never to late for practice-However..." he stepped closer to the bed flicking ash from the cigarette onto her carpet "I'm afraid that's not why I'm paying you a visit tonight Kiddo.." scoffing she looked down at her now burnt rug from the ash and then back to him, she crossed her arms "I'd never thought Death would be so rude....then again when you're met with Death you don't live to tell the tale..." she looked him over cautiously, this didn't look too good for her, however he watched her movements with amusement, she was so small in his eyes and yet somehow not... he chuckled taking another drag of the cigarette. "Death? Is that what you mortals are calling me now?" Once again he tapped ash onto the carpet not caring about her glaring looks as the ash burned her cream carpet "I'm afraid you're wrong....see I'm a "servant" to one of heavens Fallen angels and he's sent me here to do his dirty work and you miss...." he leant down blowing cigarette smoke into her face looking into her eyes, his once human brown eyes were now shining a blood red, his pupils now only slits of black within the red "I'm afraid you're next in line for his greeting list"

She took a deep breath calming her heart as it beat heavily in her ears, she curiously looked into his eyes before leaning back and pushing him away with a finger on his forehead and walked away to the head of the bed.
"I'm afraid I must decline, I'm fairly certain in all the books I've read that Lucifer doesn't keep books down there..." she looked calm and collective on the outside but her brain was trying to piece a way for her to buy time before getting help. He blinked a few times unsure of what had just happened, furrowing his brows together he stood up again to face her, his posture perfect. "I mean, I suppose you can get anything if you work hard enough down there-" he shook his head realizing he was getting off topic and stood focused facing her again, "But that's besides the point! You don't get a choice...." he moved quickly approaching her again. Thinking quickly she remembered an old mechanism in her bed, she pushed a button and out popped a sword, holding it out in front her once calm expression had changed to desperate and determined. "W-Well then, if I am to die here today I will not do so without a fight, if I don't have a choice I will die with honor as a Lady of the Walker household.." the man smirked and nodded slightly impressed at her, looking her over his stance changed and he spoke, "so be it then 'Princess~'" within less if a millisecond he was behind her, he leaned in whispering into her ear "didn't father ever tell you not to dance with the devil?~" using all her strength she turned around and slapped his cheek, with the loud smack echoing in the room she used that time to break free from his grip, with an pissed look from her she built her guard up and strikes at him whilst he's distracted, thankfully to her advantage it strikes his arm and cuts deep, she let out a victorious smile before it dropped, he didn't seem fazed at all, looking at the cut and then her he only smirked stepping closer, all she could do was watch it heal. "That's a nice try but not good enough" Lunging at her he grabbed the sword and chucked it away, stepping closer. She moved back ripping her hand free from his hold and looked around her mind raced, "he has my sword, and this dress is holding me back!" He chuckled, seconds later she was pinned to the wall with heavy force he looked her over licking his lips "I'll admit 'Princess' you're going to be be a fun demon play toy~" she spat in his face absolutely revolted, "I'd rather die than be involved with scum like you!" He leaned in after wiping the spit from his face. "I can grant both of those wishes for you Doll Face~" just as he went to grab something from his pocket a dark black and thick smoke started to fills the room, the man shocked growled looking back at the smoke "I thought we had a deal Dammit!" He sounded pissed, she would have asked what was going on but the smoke filled her lungs and she started to lose consciousness, she heard another voice speaking back to the demon in her room but couldn't decipher what it was saying, passing out she slumped down and into the floor, the last thing she saw was his red eyes, and her only thought was 'I'm sorry father, I've failed you....'

When she woke up again she was in a dark room, and by that it was that all the walls had been painted black multiple times, there were no windows, no doors...the only things in the room were a old desk, rotten in some places and not well looked after, an lantern giving the room its light, the mattress she was laying on and a chair he was sitting on, sitting up she saw the man smoking feet on the desk. She glared at him shouting, "Why am I still alive?!" 
He turned around and looked her over "she's awake! Coincided yourself blessed pumpkin....you're the first" he blew out smoke from his cigarette he seemed irritated, she found that fine he deserves to be irritated after what he planned to do with her..."Blessed?" She scoffed "give me one good reason I should feel blessed when I'm stuck here with you!" His eyes narrowed and he put his feet down,  leaning towards her," Trust me 'Princess' I'm not happy about it either....and you're 'Blessed' because you're still alive....you cost me my job, my deal and now the Fallen King of the Underworld is after my ass AND yours.....now I have four friends I'm never gonna see again..." he huffed leaning back into the chair and blowing smoke into her face. She waved the smoke out of her face and scoffed at him,"Boo Hoo, cry me a river Demon, that's assuming you have the heart to do that..." he roles his eyes still irritated and looked at her again "look, you're stuck with me weather you like it or not, because we both got death on our asses....brat, god just when I thought I'd never have to eat an animal carcasses again...." he shivered making a disgusted face, she sat up "no YOU'RE running from Death, I never said I was....you got me into this whole mess...and eating dead animal carcasses....that's vile" she made a disgusting face of her own. He nodded mumbling to himself "you're telling me...starved myself for weeks" stomping out the cigarette he glanced at her, "like I said you are now, Lucifer wants you, why? You don't wanna know....you're pretty damn important to him so to get to him I'm stealing you, so be grateful" he smirked at the end, she groaned crossing her arms, "great, well before we go, who knows where can I at least grab a few things from my room?" She looked up slightly annoyed, to which his response was a snicker "were already in who knows where princess...And until I find of a decent place to hide us, it's gonna be a lot of 'you sit here until I get back' she huffed and looked at the desk, thinking to herself she thought'I wonder how many times I would need to bang my head against that before I died?' Shaking his head the man laughed slightly "as long as I know you infinite, now if you die that means I've lost and that ain't happening...meanwhile stay put and I'll be back..." and just like that the man was gone, she huffed and looked around next to the 'bed' was a stack of newspapers and....a dog bowl with dry food, was that man actually serious? "Is he serious?? I am a lady not a dog! The nerve that guy has is unbelievable!" She stood up and kicked the bowl away tipping the contents out, she sighed and sat down in the mattress again hugging her knees and looking around, "I'd make a deal with the devil himself if it meant getting away from that-that....Arsehole..."

After a good amount of hours he came back and tossed a duffle bag at her, he also tossed another bag at her, she could smell the food inside it, cautiously she picked the bags up looking inside before looking at him, in the duffle bag were her clothes and a brush, inside the bag of food was pasties freshly baked. "What's all this about? And just for clarity I still don't like you...." he only shrugged writing something down "don't care, but I didn't want you smelling like three week old tuna.." he smirked and she scoffed again, she really didn't like this jerk..."oh and I'll tell you what you've got some nice underwear in your drawer~" she went bright red and threw the dog bowl at him, "you Pervert! How dare you look in a Ladies drawers!" He snickered catching the bowl glancing back at her "would you rather stay in the same underwear for multiple weeks? The entire time I'm with you? I mean you already smell like fish..." smirking again he looked at his work, she got out her brush, knowing a hidden blade was concealed in it, "I will stab you don't test me!" He shrugged "like last time? Yeah you do that...." she huffed turning away from him thinking to herself 'why me? Why didn't I just die? What's so special about me that San wants me anyway? I can think of plenty of other people better than me so why?' He hadn't even turned around when he replied "I'm assuming he just wants a sex you, old fart hadn't even had action in centuries..." she looked back confused furrowing her eyebrows, "I swear I said that in my head?" He shook his head "I'm a demon, I have the ability to read your thoughts....don't get your panties in a bunch..." he smirked to himself at the pun he'd made, whilst she groaned "great all rights of privacy gone...what next?"

He sighed and turned back "pipe down will you? This isn't easy....damn geography..." she tilted her head up her annoyance in tone now gone, she sounded more curios and interested maybe? "Geography?" He grabbed the big piece of paper and walked over to her setting it down with a sigh, it was a map, it had the entire country marked some had red crosses over them others were blank "I'm looking for a hideout, anywhere where Satan hasn't gone..the red crosses indicate where he has been spotted as black smoke etc...that's what I've been doing during the day...so far this place is the only safe place, these are the places I've been" he pointed to the red marks, looking over she saw a slight pattern, smirking she pointed to a secluded house in the country no smoke near, "what about this house, I know the owners...countless people go here but few come out....alive, that's if you're interested?" He squinted his eyes looking at her "I'm listening...." smiling knowing she had him she continues "this house is home to the Queens Royal Guard Dog, if your friends you come out alive, but cross him and you die...well everyone in the underground society says that...rumors of course but still..." she shrugged looking back at him, "is this guard dog s friend of yours...?" He looked up, smile growing wider she spoke "I just so happen to be his Fiancées best friend, we've met a few times and I'm sure he'll be able to help us out..." Sighing the man stood "pity...I was gonna have to play as white to get us in...tomorrow we go, for now rest up" he stretched walking away, she went a bright red "WHORE?! Excuse you I'll have you know I haven't slept with anyone! A-As for you! Your acting best be bloody good or he'll see right through you and kill you and me...." he shrugged and walked to the desk "you never know I might be nice....just not to you..." she rolled her eyes "oh thanks, just don't get cocky tomorrow....well more than usual..." he declined on the chair "less talking more sleeping Princess...or eating I didn't buy that for nothing..." picking up the food she shook her ear once again thinking to herself 'at least I'll get better food at the Phantomhive estate'  he heard what she'd thought and glanced back but went against saying anything, chucking the food to the side she curled up on the bed and closed her eyes praying the day would come to an end and that it was just a bad dream...

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