A/N: Hello! C. Spiral presents their first story and hopes it is not a massive failure but does not blame you if you believe it to be so…. or do they? Please bear with them through the first few chapters until it gets to the actual story! C. Spiral does not like to rush into things like stories and spiked walls.

Full Summary: Ciel Phantomhive seemed to be a magnet for supernatural beings. Demons, Reapers, Demon Dogs, Angels, but who and what exactly is this woman who grants wishes for a price.

Disclaimer: C. Spiral owns nothing but their own OC's, though they wouldn't mind a handsome demon butler to cater to their every need. *wink* All your Kuroshitsuji Character are belong to Yana Toboso.

"Regular Speech"

'Thoughts'

Prologue

"I want zat."

The shopkeeper turned around to stare at the girl at his counter, she was quite pretty. Her hair was an extremely fair golden yellow and her big blue eyes sparkled. Her heart shaped face could almost be described as angelic. The girl was indeed blessed with beauty. He followed the young girl's pointed finger to the miniature wooden carousel sitting on the shelf behind him. It was beautifully crafted and had just come in, a shipment from the Phantom Company.

The tiny well carved out ponies formed a circle under a wooden tent as light circus music played from it like a music box. Before the shop keep could pull it from the shelf however, an old man beside the girl spoke up.

"Milady, it's quite expensive." He said. The response was immediate.

"I don't care."

"But Milady-"The man's sentence was promptly cut short by an icy glare. The girl's blue eyes turned hard as rock and she addressed him in a clipped tone.

"Emilè, you are a butler, no? Hardly in any position to be giving me orders. You're lucky I don't throw you out on ze streets. I doubt someone as incompetent as you could be of service to anyone else. Iz only out of my great kindness zat you have a job."

The shop keeper was surprised. The angelic girl couldn't have been older than fifteen, but the acidic words were obviously familiar in her vocabulary at least in regards to the poor elder butler.

Emilè bowed in a resigned manner. "My apologies, Lady Odette."

The young French aristocrat smiled. She was used to getting her way. Turning to the shop keeper she gave him an impatient look. "You are deaf? Wrap zat up! Plouc lent…"

After handing the wrapped package to Emilè, who set down the required money on the table the two exited the shop, leaving a still flabbergasted shopkeeper.

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Outside the shop there was a carriage waiting for the young Lady. She quickly boarded it followed by her butler, who sat across from her silently. The carriage began to move forward then, heading to the Laroque family London House.

Odette stared sourly out the carriage window. She hated London, in fact, she hated all of England. London was such a dreary place; she wished to go back to lovely Paris, where the rest of her family was! How horrid of them to send her here with no one else but her butler and a maid. It must be some kind of punishment!

Odette thought back. What could she be being punished for? She had broken a vase of her mothers a while back, but the thing had been ugly anyhow, so that couldn't be it, she reasoned. If anything, she had done her mother a favor by ridding her of it.

It must be because her father had caught her with that young stable boy. The angelic blonde huffed. What an over reaction, it was nothing more than some innocent petting, hardly enough to make such a fuss as to send her all the way to dreadful London.

She couldn't be held responsible that men flocked to her.

"Comment injuste ma vie est." she lamented as the manor came into view.

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It was late now.

Odette sat in her bedroom staring at her purchase, or really, her father's purchase, since it had been with his money. It was beautiful really. She loved the intricate details on every little horse. The music that played from it was pleasing. But….

'Ze stupid ting doesn't move!' she yelled out mentally. What is the point of a carousel that doesn't spin?! 'It must be broken! Emilè should have checked!'

"Emilè!"

Emilè ran up to Odette's room as quickly as his frail bones could carry him.

"All you alright, Milady?" he asked, worry lacing his words. The French girl just gave him an annoyed glance and motioned to the carousel. "Iz broken."

Emilè picked up the wooden toy and inspected it. "It doesn't look broken."

"Well it iz! It doesn't move."

After a little more inspection Emilè responded. "There is no indication that it could have been able to move at one time, it's all solid, Milady."

This was not the answer Odette Laroque was looking for.

"What garbage! Morceau bon marché d'ordure! I want it to move!"

"It is unfortunate the manufacturer does not create it to move." Emilè stated passively, trying not to upset the girl anymore then she already was.

Odette hereupon froze, capturing her butler's immediate attention.

"Milady?"

"Iz about time you said somezing useful, Emilè! Tomorrow you will contact ze manufacturer and schedule a meeting with zem. How courteous I am to help zem improve zeir boring products. Zey will probably thank me greatly and father will see how wrong he iz for sending me here!" The Laroque Lady laughed. She swished her hand at Emilè, dismissing him from her room.

Closing the door behind him, Emilè sighed, contemplating how to follow through with Odette's order. It looked like he would be up late tonight.

plouc lent- slow idiot

comment injuste ma vie est- how unjust my life is

morceau bon marché d'ordure- cheap piece of junk

A/N: Prologue complete! Boring I know, but it'll get better, promise. So press the Review button and tell me what you think. Suggestions and Constructive Criticism will be welcomed greatly!