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"Mama!" A little girl called, "He's being mean!" "Am not!" a boy called, just about the same age. They rushed into the arms of their mother who smiled down at her roudy children. "You both need to calm down, daddy is coming home tonight" The woman smiled, her large dress falling around her in folds. They were a higher class family. Lord and Lady with children. "Papa!" The little girls voice cried out as a young man came out into the garden with them, arms open. "My baby girl." Into his arms, he brough her to his chest in a hug, lifting her into his arms. He smiled at her before almost falling to the ground as his son collided with his leg. Laughter, sun, and love.... Funny how something so perfect... could fall apart so easily...

Fire ripped through the mansion. It had come in the middle of the night. Blood spattered the floor. Someone had come in the night and attacked the beautiful family. A pair of black boots moved through the carnage. A body moved upon the floor and a small face looked up at the stranger. "Hello child..." The deep voice spoke. "Do you know what I am?" The child shook it's head. The man bent down slowly. "I am a demon..." His red eyes danced in the roaring flames that surrounded them. "And you are going to die." The child swallowed. The demon offered his hand. "However, make a pack with me... and I will follow your wishes." "Bring them back." The small voice whispered. The demon shook his head, black hair falling into his face. "I cannot... but I can help you find the person who has done this to your family." The child looked at him for a long moment. "All it will take is your soul." The child's hand lifted and was placed within the hand of the demon. The demon smiled, and placed a kiss upon the child's palm where a black pentagram appeared "Name me..." He whispered.

Years later, within a new mansion, the only heir to the Lord family name was the child that survived the fire. No one knew how a small child could survive, but survive they did. The child arrived at the age of fifteen, with a strange, dark, butler next to the child, ready to claim their place.

The morning came and the butler moved up the stairs and into his master's room. There was a knock upon the door and he stepped into the room. "Good morning." He said entering the room with a tray. "I have brought your morning tea...." He let out a sigh as he set down the tray, "You need to get up at some point this morning..."