Normal POV...

It has been 11 months I had been a maid at the Phantomhive Manor and I found the Phantomhive Butler quite mysterious. He seemed to be quite evil from his aura but, and yet quite... gentlmenly.

He was always trying to make me mess up at my jobs. I have no idea why though. I didn't do anything to him.

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Things The Butler Did To Mess Me Up
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*Purposely sweeping dust my way to make me sneeze and break the plates.
*Trying to trip and crash the empty boxes on me.
*Putting salt in the tea when I was about to give it to Lord Phantomhive.
*Kicking weed killer on the garden.
*Trying to trip me.

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Ways I Avoided Butler Attacks
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*I wasn't allergic to dust. I was quite used to it at my dad's parlor.
*I avoided the falling boxes sending him a glare on my way.
*I always taste the tea if it is perfect and fit for well a tiny lord. Simply I tasted the bitter taste of the salt.
*I placed my magic on the grass and dirt to stay clean, perfect and lovely.
*I was skipping that time. I simply skipped right over his leg.
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He acted like he didn't notice but, no no no, I could see his eyes sparkled with a shade of pink and tonight I was going to confront him about being a demon and making me mess up and well... avoid him.

I didn't need servants and a tiny lord to know he was a demon though the tiny lord might know. They could have made a contract. The clues would fit together that way.

I made the tea for Lord Phantomhive's tea time my usual way. I stirred it in it's tea pot and poured the tea on the tea cup.

Carefully I walked through the halls and many corridors of the Phantomhive Manor. Sebastian trying to make me drop the tea cup, tea pit, saucer and the tray that I held all of them on.

Of course I was yet then again skipping in the Manor and skipped right over his leg preventing myself from tripping and the floors we're clean. No need to be mopping the floors right now.

I walked towards the office of my dear master of brats, the Tiny and Young Lord Phantomhive! I reached the huge wooden doors to the office or study.

I turned my hand into a fist. I carefully and slowly lifted it up and pushed it towards the door. My knuckles made contact with the wooden door a total of 3 times making the dull yet loud and familiar sound of knocking on my master's study's door.

"Come in." His soft and yet commanding tone of voice echoed through the room and through the key hole. I opened it slowly and he turned to face me.

"Young master it's time fkr your dauly earl gray tea." I said handing him the cup filled with earl gray tea. He took is in graceful movements and I left the teapot all there like the way he wants it.

*Time Skip to night*

I roamed the halls in search of Sebastian. I was hoping for my ability to work but they only lead me to his room. And as I checked he wasn't there. Not a single trace.

"Sebastian? C-Can I talk to you?!" I asked to no one in particular unless you were expecting conplete silence and pure darkness. Then out of nowhere he came behind me and asked...

"Yes Eliza?"

All with his usual smirk that he always had etched onto his face.

I turned to face him. Staring him in the eye I asked the question I planned to.

"Why is it that you're a demon? You never told me. Why do always try to make me mess up. ALWAYS!"

The anger verified in my voice. His smirk grew wider and he approached me with small steps.

"S-S-Sebastian?!" I asked unsure what was happening but I found myself the right to ask him.

"How did my little kitten know such a secret?"

The words stayed on my mind.

'Kitten? Little? Secret?' I repeated those words in my head still unsure what they meant.

"Your eyes! They glow pink whenever something that interests their lust. After all the glowing pink eyes are they lust." I responded with a small smile but slightly cracked.

I was scared and for the first time... I was alone. I was helpless. I was scared. I was never scared. Never. I was used to scary things considering my dad was working in a funeral parlor.

The dark, the dust, the cobwebs I was used to them but I never once saw a demon.

[Skip the thing I don't want to talk about because I have an innocent mind. Used your minds on that Lemon part.]