This is one of my favorites. I'd had the Demon!Ciel thing running around my head, and then it combined with an original story I was thinking about, and became this crazy thing that would make my mom throw a Bible at me. I hope you like it, cause I do, regardless.

Oh, and review maybe?

Prologue: Who Needs a Guardian Angel

She glared hatefully through the bars of her cage, her rage and loathing not given any real direction. She hated everyone in this building. She hated the faceless people who tortured her without reason. She hated herself for becoming a victim, for being so helpless. There must have been a hundred of them, watching her, silent but for the applause they gave when their leader, a bastard drenched in the folds of a white cloak, spoke. He raved of the heresy of aristocracy, of why her very existence was a sin. Why she was a stain needing to be cleansed from the very Earth. She ground her teeth together in boiling rage, her vision fading to red. All the pain in misery she'd gone through at the hands of these people, all because of her birth?!

She was bound mercilessly, with cutting ropes and a gag that might as well have been sand paper on her skin, but she struggled anyways, refusing to stop even as hot blood began running down her wrists or when one of the men kicked her cage. She knew that it was hopeless. That she'd be cold and dead before she even managed to get untied, let alone out of the cage. But she couldn't let herself die a docile little girl.

"Our honored guest is getting restless, it seems," the Leader said, his tone amused.

Laughter spread throughout the mob.

"Are you ready, my Brothers? Are you ready to cleanse this devil child?!" He shouted, his eyes wild with madness. He was met with thundering enthusiasm.

"Then begin!" Two men broke free of the mass of hysteric followers, unlocking her cage and dragged her out, pulling her into standing despite her weakened and bound legs. The leader looked into her eyes, smiling maniacally as he pulled a sacrificial knife from his robes.

Only the Leader, mad as he was, saw her sapphire eyes flash black, and then a glowing pink.

They hid in the shadows, watching the savages drag the bound girl forward, presenting the decorated knife they intended to kill her with.

Two men, of similar looks, both raven haired and crimson-eyed looked on with disgust and anticipation.

"What are we waiting for?" One asked, already prepared to attack. The other held up his hand.

"Wait for the sign. We have to be sure she's the one-"

The sentence was barely out of his mouth before the poor girl's eyes flashed the telltale pink, and her shadow shifted and moved like something alive. The first turned to the second for confirmation. The second man nodded.

"Go now." He said, but the first was already gone.

The knife fell with a metallic clang, and the world went dark. Was she dead? Had she been stabbed? She heard screaming rising in volume with each passing second. Was that her screaming? Unconsciousness crept up on her like a stage curtain falling on the world, and just before she succumbed to sleep for what was likely the last time, she felt a pair of large hands gently lifting her, strong arms cradling her. And then all was quiet.