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Setting: 19th Century England. Jack the Ripper case is still under way for Ciel and Sebastian. (Season One of the Series)

Note: This chapter doesn't flow too well, as it's like an introduction, setting of the scene, and beginning of the plot. Next chapter will flow much better. Either way, read, enjoy, and don't forget to review!

London, England. The highest of the high, gluttony. The richest of the rich, envy. The glamourous life of a well-known socialite, lust.

Lust was something that drove many a human to their untimely end. Gluttony, naturally caused much of the same. Envy, well, there were those who met their end, and then the others that drove them to the end of their road. Lust and gluttony lead to death, while envy lead to murder.

Murder and death was a common occurence, made popular by a recent case investigated by Scotland Yard. Jack the Ripper, bloody scenes with the victims missing organs, their blood staining all around it, the entire scene a mess of scarlet. It drove things out of the darkness, like blood in water tempted a shark.

Some kinds of beings were drawn to desperation, others to death, and then there were those like Vivienne. Vivienne, certainly, was not human. Naturally that was not her original name, as many of her kind didn't go by that any more.

Daeva, now known as Vivienne Lucille Sinclair, was one of the more mischevious demons. As a young girl, she spent much of her time roaming about with Succubi. Their morals and the way they chose to live fascinated her, but she never reallly took to their activities fully. As she matured into womanhood, she did not pursue Faustian contracts like many of her kind did. Instead, she continued with her near child-like ways of exploring and causing mischeif. She enjoyed succubus-like activities, and even toyed about with contracts. Most of the time they would end up dead, nd she would leave their soul alone, without a desire to consume it like most did. Daeva preferred the life she lived.

That is, until she came across a certain grieving soul. Queen Victoria, riddled with fear, pain, depression, and all other types of bizarre emotions. Being a christian woman, she wasn't about to hand over her soul to a mischevious being known throughout her religion as the one to cause such pains. Demons were known to be clever, and certainly Victoria was a woman to match wits with. So a battle of wills began, and in the end the demon triumphed.

She promised things she knew she could never fulfill. But that didn't bother her in the least, as the woman would die soon enough.

And so the contract was made, the deal was bound, and Daeva was no more. She became Vivienne Lucille Sinclair, third cousin of Queen Victoria from France. She became a Lady in Waiting to her, and consequently all other ladies were relieved of their duties, the only one that mattered now remained.

Vivienne sat at the mahogany desk, her head bowed as she dipped the quill into the ink, quickly scrawling the letter that the Queen chirped out as she paced at her window. A peculiar case involving a murderer that mercilessy bludgeoned young women in the dead of night, lovingly named Jack the Ripper. She couldn't help but get a kick out of that.

After sealing the letter and addressing it, she placed it on the angel butler's silver tray, waiting for Victoria to send him out. After the door shut, she removed the glasses and placed them on the table. "My queen, this dog, must he carry out all of these tasks? Dogs are such a burden, needy and whining at the most inconvenient times. I don't see the need in him." She spoke in a soft, French accent.

Her mistress turned to her and grimaced. "Vivienne, I don't believe I asked for your opinion." She spoke with a stern and collected tone.

Vivienne looked down at her gloved hands and sighed. She felt like a caged bird placed in front of a window, looking out at the world that was just beyond her wings. Hell, even the butler had more freedom than she did. She was almost positive that Victoria was trying to break her, but that wouldn't happen. No, that was far below her.

She stood and closed the curtains, shutting out the blinding morning light. "My queen, it is time for your morning tea. I believe your butler and Sir John are waiting to join you. If you will allow me, there are errands that need to be complete." Vivienne curtsied low, her eyes cast on the ground as she waited for her response.

"Yes yes fine, do as you will. But be back before half-past five, don't keep me waiting." Damn, the woman could be such a child at times.

She left the room and retreated to her quarters, changing from the pale blue dress Victoria insisted she wear every morning. How could every other color hurt her eyes before noon? It seemed like such an outlandish thing, but it was her request and she had to follow it.

One of the multiple maids came in and helped lace the corset. The buttons were fastened in the back, and her long tendrils of black hair pulled free from the fabric. "Leave me." She mumbled, sitting at the mirror and staring at herself. Vivienne couldn't believe the position she was in, and couldn't decide whether she liked it or not. This was only a temporary thing, she wasn't going to protect her life or anything of the sort. She would rather let her soul rot than eat it. The woman was sick and twisted underneath her pain, and it wasn't the least bit appetizing to her.

She pulled out one of the long silk ribbons from her box of hair accessories and loosely tied half of it back away from her face. One of Victoria's outstanding requests was to never upstage her fashion. She would comply.

Stepping out of the castle, she wore a mint green dress with powder pink trim. The design was simple yet elegant, as Victoria insisted she always wear soft colors in the morning hours. Vivienne would return soon and change into something more fitted to the afternoon according to her mistress. the white gloves were tied about the wrists with pink ribbon, and a pearl two-string band wrapped around her hair along with a pearl necklace with a pendant of the cross. A silly little thing, she thought, but it was what her mistress wanted her to wear in public. Vivienne sometimes thought she was ashamed of her demon servant, always asking her to wear a cross like it would change her fate or cleanse her sins.

Vivienne was directed to an automobile, and the driver went off to the downtown streets where she could escape her duties for a while.

Standing on the street, she suddenly felt oddly disturbed, and turned slightly. She shooed the automobile away and glanced across the street. There a young, well-dressed boy stood with his taller counterpart, seemingly a butler. They were approaching a small crowd around an alley. That must be the newest victim, which would mean... He's the dog. This peaked her interest, and she skipped across the street and pushed her way to the front.

"Excuse me madam, but this is no place for a lady." One of the officers muttered, placing a hand on her shoulder. She brushed it off and glared at him.

"Excuse me, I may do as I please. I'm Lady Sinclair, the Queen's Lady in Waiting. Now, move." Even though she was supposed to take on a submissive and soft personality, her old ways still peeped out from the lies.

This caught the attention of the boy she suddenly decided to pursue, and he turned. He met her scarlet eyes and his seemed to widen. "My queen's dog, I presume?" She asked with a smirk.

"Excuse me my lady, but I do believe my master's title is the Queen's guard dog."