Hello and welcome to my new story. This is a Sebastian and OC pairing, and sometime along the way there will be a lemon~

For now, this is the introduction chapter and please leave a review~ The POV changes after this chapter, and the story tends to move really quickly. But no matter.

I have also spaced it out a bit, for easier reading. c: Enjoy!

Being a necromancer has its advantages. Aside from the typical "raise the dead" power, we also have the ability to speak with the deceased, and advise them. The grim reapers work alongside us, but we are nowhere near a friendship. How could we be? Their duty is to take the lives of those who are dying, while we restore their bodies to do our bidding. A friendship would never happen.

We work with each other to locate and extinguish the souls of the damned, the ones who really don't deserve a trip to heaven. They take their lives and we get their bodies. In my opinion it works out pretty nicely.

Though, being a necromancer grants us access to the underworld and its beings. We aren't allowed to use deceased demons in rituals or to fight, because in the underworld society, we're beneath those of demonic blood. We must respect their wishes if we want to keep our lives.

The necromancer race is dwindling in numbers though; many have chosen to give their lives to serve their masters. Or they just haven't reproduced yet. Many have tainted the necromancer blood by breeding with a being of a different race, such as the demons that lurk in the shadows. Hybrids such as those are frowned upon, but accepted none the less.

I'm not a pureblood unlike my mother. My father was a demon of power, and he fell achingly in love with my necromancer mother. Many say demons are incapable of love, or emotions for that matter, but my parents would prove them wrong. Anyway, out of their love I was created; a demon-necromancer hybrid. I have the instinct and immortality of a demon, but the power of a necromancer. It was a unanimous agreement between my mother and fathers family to have a child of such a mix, just so I could live on past the mortal necromancer race, while still having the power to raise the dead.

Soon I became bored of living in the dark, and my father advised me to enter the world of the humans, and aid them. Perhaps find a way to collect souls for him to have. My mother is long gone; she passed on a decade ago. My father has never found a new mate, because he declared he only had a tainted heart for my mother.

Carrying on, I went into the life of a human, working and serving in their society, while still having ties to the underworld.

Currently, I live in a very small apartment close by to where I work. I work for an Italian man, who refers to himself as Marco Emmanuelle. He works solely for the black market, harvesting organs and basically anything he can get his hands on. It's my duty to help with finances and housekeeping. I hardly make enough to live a comfortable human life, but it helps.

So, here I am living amongst the humans, making bare minimum like the rest, but still having enough to afford a few elegant dresses and a place to live. As a side hobby, I work with the reapers, mainly providing information for them. It's fairly lacking, but it passes the time when they drop by for an unexpected visit.

Working with Marco has earned me the freedom to go to events, such as balls and gatherings of the richer humans. Many men have asked Marco to purchase me, but he always had to explain that I wasn't a servant, I was a co-worker and he had no right to sell me.

I suppose he is a good man in that sense.

All in all, everything is okay. It's not exactly exciting, but it's a lot better than the hell hole I used to live in –no pun intended either.

My human name is Seren, pronounced Seh-ren. It's apparently Welsh for the word star. I liked it, so I decided to go with it. People tend to look at me strange, but what they don't know, won't hurt them.

I find it increasingly hard to do typical rituals in human land, because if people were to see the undead wandering around, they would probably flip their shit. But what can one do.

So, here I am now, outside of the mansion belonging to a man that goes by the name of Lord Aleister Chamber, the Viscount of Druitt. Marco has close ties with this man, considering he plays a part in the Occult. Marco got a few invitations to a party he was hosting, and I was lucky enough to get one myself. I'm taking this as an opportunity to seek better work, and perhaps get my hands dirty.

Who knows what this night will bring.