The demon in this tale possesses a name that cannot be pronounced in our human language, so I've decided to call him 'Sebastian Michaelis'. That's the name he was assigned by the young Ciel Phantomhive. I think it suits him nicely.

Don't you?

Sometimes I sit by myself and wonder, Do demons fall in love? The obvious answer would be false. I mean, demons are said to be heartless, satanic and ruthless beasts eternally banned from heaven, after all. But there's always one thing that bugs me... Weren't all demons angels once? And aren't all angels pure creatures of love?

A navy swirl of magic emitted from (y/n)'s thin and precise fingers.

The swirl faded out of human eyesight and discretely floated over to a booth where a rather grumpy-looking baker sold bread and sweets. Then, it split itself. One half knocked over a nearby broomstick loudly to distract the baker, while the other quietly carried a large french 'baguette' over to where the girl stood.

(Y/n) smirked mischevously. The idiot hadn't even noticed. She had watched him reluctantly bend over to replace his broomstick, foolishly allowing the food to be stolen with an amused expression, then swiftly ran away from the scene.

She could hear the man's cries of 'Hey! Where did my baguette go?' as she continued fleeing, trying to contain her sly giggles from the thrill the thievery was giving her. (Y/n) ran at an inhuman pace, so quickly that she almost knocked over a few pedestrians on her way. Eventually, she reached an alleyway where her so-called 'home' was located.

The alleyway was dark and filthy. A perfect place to pass unnoticed by nobles, a perfect place to hide with her very few friends. It was once infested with rats, but then a large group of stray cats had arrived and scared them away.

Ah yes, the cats. They had all followed (y/n) to this place, for some reason. Maybe it was because that the girl could transform into one of their kind whenever she wanted. They were her only friends- no, her family. The family that she never had.

The witch smiled fondly when she spotted Ol' Grey, the elder among the family, slowly making his way to her. She gently scooped him up into her arms and tore off a piece of baguette for him to nibble on, attracting the attention of the rest of the felines. A few rubbed themselves on her thin and toned legs, other miaowed loudly or swatted gently at her.

"Oh my goodness, you guys are adorable," she giggled, offering them dinner one by one and making sure that nobody had been forgotten before she fed herself.

With the cats all full, the girl closed her eyes and felt her body shrink as she transformed into a cat. Then the felines all gathered together to share body heat for the night.

(Y/n) settled down near the edge of the clump, so if anyone threatened her family, she would be able to take care of them easily and quickly.

Then her mind began to wander through the vast land commonly known as 'imagination'. And she fell into a peaceful slumber.

"Oh my, what have we here?"

(Y/n) ignored the loud voices slightly pulling her away from sleep, hoping they were simply those of the people that frequently passed the dark alley without a single care toward the unfortunate homeless family that dwelled there.

The sound of footsteps caused the cat-witch to raise an ear instinctively, but she kept her eyes closed.

"Simply adorable. However shall I choose?"

(Y/n) sensed a shadow loom over the cat huddle and lifted her eyelids so that they were halfway open.

"Ah, yes! You are simply divine!"

Before the cat-witch could realize that those last words were directed to her, she felt two gloved hands gently but firmly grab her by the sides. (Y/n) squirmed as she felt herself being pulled away from her cat-pack and towards the light outside of the alley.

Finally, she opened her feline (e/c) eyes fully and observed her captor. Scarlet red eyes stared back, slightly hidden by lovely and silky raven-coloured locks. This man wore a butler's tailcoat with somebody's house crest near a breast pocket. A light pink blush dusted his cheeks as he stroked her paws affectionately.

'Oh my,' thought (y/n) unwillingly. 'He's just... gorgeous, for the lack of a better word.'

The cat-witch wriggled and twisted in an attempt to escape him. His grip was surprisingly strong and she didn't succeed. She shot a harmless spell at him that would make him stumble backward from his kneeling position, giving her an opportunity to escape.

Nothing happened. She tried again, this time getting a small reaction from the cat-obsessed man; a confused look.

"What on earth was that navy-coloured whisp?" he whispered thoughtfully, raising a perfectly arched eyebrow. The butler then lowered his face closer to cat-(y/n) and examined her. Then the strangest thing happened; his eyes flashed pink for half a second.

'Breathtaking looks... Superhuman strength... Resistance to spells... Pink eyes...'

Something clicked in (y/n)'s mind. Demon.

The word had popped into her head without her even thinking about it. This man was a demon.

If he was a demon... Then why on earth was he petting a cat?

Little did she know, the man was also wondering if this overly-adorable feline was even a kitten at all. He could have sworn that he saw some navy blue... stuff come from her. What could she be? He knew for certain that demons like himself were incapable of such things, and he was pretty sure that angels or shinigami couldn't perform this act either.

So... was he imagining things? Or was this kitten something else? Something he'd forgotten about? Something he ignored? Something he didn't even know of?

He looked the struggling kitten in the eyes again, this time noticing that they were rather... odd. They didn't quite match the other felines' eyes, but the difference was so small even he, a demon, could barely see it. His head tilted sideways when the cat finally escaped.

The little thing wriggled free so violently that it fell ungracefully to the ground with a small thunk. Then, there was the navy blue swirl again.

This time, he knew he wasn't imagining things. The kitten's eyes were focused and her figure set off an odd scent, one the butler hadn't smelled for a very long time...

He barely had the time to realize what she was when a particularly large beam of navy magic hit him square in the chest, knocking the wind out of the demon and causing him to land flatly on his back. The cat then ran to the back of the dark alleyway and disappeared.

"Tch," he scoffed, getting back to his feet and dusting off his tailcoat. "That was most definitely a witch."

"You guessed it; congratulations," said a sarcastic female voice from the darkness. The butler's demon eyes focused on the source and spotted a girl- no, a witch in her human form.

"My my, I never thought I'd meet a witch in a circumstance like this," he said, regaining a hypocrite smile.

"All the same to you, demon," she replied, with a smile as fake.

The demon's grin widened. "You make a very nice kitten, but your human for-"

"Sebastian! Where in the world have you run off to now?" shouted an annoyed voice, that, from the sound of it, belonged to a young boy.

"Ah, my Young Master calls," said 'Sebastian', turning on his heel and beginning to make his way to 'his Young Master'. "I must be off."

(Y/n) frowned. "You're leaving just like that?"

"Why, of course, kitten," he answered without looking over his shoulder. Even so, she could still sense a devilish smirk. "I am his butler, after all."

"Sebastian!"

"Coming, my Young Lord!"

The 'Young Lord' reached the alleyway even before Sebastian could leave it. He ran to his butler and started scolding him for taking so long to run a 'simple errand'. Sebastian apologized over and over, his fake smile never dulling no matter how many times his Master insulted his ways.

"I sincerely apologize, my Lord. I simply cannot say it enough. You see, I was so captivated by these adorable kittens, I-"

"I don't care about some bloody kittens," argued the boy. (Y/n) took a few steps forward and curiously peeked at his appearance.

He had short blue hair that was cut to perfection. Fancy, expensive-looking clothes that were well tailored covered his limbs and a ring with a gemstone the witch identified as a rare Blue Diamond decorated his thumb. With a polished and carved walking stick in one hand, this boy could be easily identified as a noble, and a rich one at that. The only thing that was peculiar about this young man was an eyepatch that hid one of his eyes.

(Y/n) pondered on the thought for a few moments. Was there an accident? Her witch eyesight kicked in. No... It was something darker, something with much more meaning.

'Oh,' she thought. 'That's why the demon is so tamed. That boy's eye hides the Faustian Contract Mark.'

Her gaze then automatically fell to the demon butler's gloved hand. 'And I assume that his gloves hide black nails and the demon's contract seal as well.'

The girl could sense a powerful bond between the two. She observed their emotion waves and found a few average demon-master feelings. There was trust, definitely. Desire. Bloodlust. Revenge. And what was that last one... Admiration?

Her thoughts were interrupted when the noble caught her staring and asked, "Sebastian, who is that?"

Sebastian turned to face her once again. "Her? Simply an acquaintance. I believe she's a witch, Young Master."

"A witch, eh?" said the Young Master thoughtfully. The Blue Diamond ring shone in the dim sunlight as he pointed at her and muttered something to his butler.

Sebastian smiled devilishly. "Yes my Lord."

His eyes glowed a demonic pink as he suddenly leaped toward (y/n), throwing something small but shiny rather quickly in her direction. She dodged by reflex and gasped at the sudden attack.

She turned her head briefly to identify the object as a butter knife, then faced the butler who was suddenly right in her face.

The witch barely had time to move out of the way when he attempted to pin her down to the ground violently. She then used her magic to teleport herself onto a nearby room and began muttering a complicated incantation- full freeze. She silently prayed that it would work on a demon and made sure to use extra force in the spell.

It took less than five seconds for Sebastian to reach the roof where she stood and throw about ten silver knives in her direction at once. Since the girl was in the middle of processing an extremely advanced spell, all she could do was ever so slightly move out of the way.

The demon gave her a confused look. (Y/n) smirked in return, seeing the finally finished spell starting to take effect.

It seemed as if time itself was slowing down... Sebastian's normally super speed slowed down to a human jog, the people in the street were barely moving at all anymore, the 'Young Master''s eyes were barely able to flicker from his butler to his opponent and back anymore... Until everything froze.

Everything but the witch who cast the spell, that is.

With a proud, victorious smile adorning her features, the girl calmly over to where Sebastian stood in a mid-run position, unable to move an inch. She then swiftly removed all the butter knives from his gloved fingers and pockets, noticing his eyes following her with a shocked expression the whole time.

"Hm," she mused mockingly, enjoying the feeling of being in control of a powerful demon. "You're stronger than I thought. I didn't think your eyes would be able to resist my spell."

He glared at her with angry pink eyes. She grinned back.

"Oh, you don't need to worry. I'll release you... Someday," (y/n) teased.

"But for now, I guess I'll dispose of these," she added, placing the butter knives in one hand and making them disappear with a simple spell.

Her enchantment began to wear off on the places she wasn't targeting seriously; everyone but Sebastian began to regain their movement capabilities. In ten minutes flat, the witch could hear the chatter of the ignorant citizens of London and the 'Young Lord''s yells directed at his butler.

"Sebastian, what bloody game are you playing?" he questioned, sounding quite annoyed. "I ordered you to test this witch and see if she's worthy of becoming a Phantomhive servant!"

Sebastian's paralyzed figure twitched in a desperate attempt to respond to his master's commands, while (y/n) turned to face the young boy.

She leapt off of the roof, not bothering to unfreeze the struggling demon butler and proceeded to approach the noble. "Test me? A servant?"

The boy kept a straight face but the witch could sense an uncertainty emanating from his small body. "Yes. My name is Ciel Phantomhive, the current Earl Phantomhive."

He held out a gloved hand for her to shake. She hesitantly shook it. "(Y/n) (l/n). Cat witch."

"I have seen your potential; my butler is a rather able man and I have rarely seen someone whom has been able to defeat him, let alone freeze him on the spot," he began. "So, I have decided to offer you a place as a house maid in my mansion."

"A... Maid?"

"But of course. Only the finest are chosen for the Phantomhive manor. You will be offered a shelter and a good pay, as well as food. So, what do you say? Do we have an agreement?

(Y/n) was silent for a few minutes. The offer was pretty hard to refuse; it offered shelter, money, and food. But on the other hand, the witch had a family to take care of. The cats. She couldn't just leave them to live in this cold and dark world alone!

"Well," she began slowly. "I would take the job, but I have a family to take care of. Plus, that demon butler of yours seems to have taken a strong dislike to me."

(Y/n) and Ciel's gazes fell upon the still-frozen butler and he smirked. "That's alright. I find his annoyance quite amusing, really."

The witch laughed slightly. "As do I."

Quiet hung in the atmosphere. The girl was making a tough decision, and it was rather hard to think properly when most of your brain's energy was going toward completely paralyzing a demon.

"I will take the job," she said finally, "on one condition."

Ciel nodded in gesture for her to continue.

"My family will get somewhere to stay near me."

Ciel thought about it for a moment. "I assume that's alright, as long as your job gets done. And keep the cats far away from me. I'm allergic to them."

"So it's settled then," (y/n) said. Ciel nodded and they shook hands as a symbol of their agreement.

"One thing though," he added, "would you mind un-freezing my butler? He'll stop attacking you now."

(Y/n) laughed. "Yeah, sure."

With one flick of her elegant wrist, Sebastian was free to move again. Unfortunately, he only realized this when he lost his balance and almost fell off the roof in an ungraceful movement. Ciel chuckled.

"Come, Sebastian," he ordered. "We're leaving."

Sebastian was by his master's side once again in a quick leap. "Yes, my Lord."

"Oh and one more thing," added Ciel, walking away with his butler and new house maid. "This is (y/n) (l/n). She is now a Phantomhive maid. You are not to kill or harm her. Understood?"

Sebastian looked at (y/n) with a mixture of emotions. Distaste was definitely one of them, and yet another suggested differently. "Of course, Young Master."

"And (y/n)," Ciel said, "please keep Sebastian's true identity a secret, okay?"

She hesitated. "Alright."

The three made their way to Ciel's carriage and rode back to his mansion- her new home. And (y/n) could feel Sebastian's cold demon eyes on her the whole time.

chapter end.

hello!

my name is Kat, and i'm the author of this crappy fanfiction!

i actually wrote this a while ago but never bothered to publish it anywhere other than my deviantart account. [ .com] at the moment, i've just inserted the old version of my story, however it is likely that i will edit it here and there. i've also separated it into more than two parts, since the whole thing is around 18000 words long OTL

i hope you enjoy it!

also, feedback is greatly appreciated, but only if you want to uh