The streets of England were busy as usual, nothing uncommon was roaming the streets today. That is, except for one. A small girl that was taking her sweet time, walking through the crowds,holding her head high as if she owned the place. The girl was humming a sing, upbeat yet eerie. Towns folk turned to glance at her, noticing the unusual appearance and aura of the girl. They curiously looked to the top of her pale lavender hair, wondering what might be hiding under the ridiculously large black bow, with edges of red lace.

The sound of heels hitting the brick walk ways came from her. On her feet, small black heels covered them, holding onto her feet tightly by black and red lace. People stayed clear of her, but others paid no mind, ignoring the girl who they believed to be seeking attention from her strange attire. An elaborate black dress covered her body, having edges and coverings of the red laced patterns of roses and skulls.

The dress stopped at mid neck, a tight collar with a bronze edged pended connected to it, a stone of deep red sat in there. The girl took no notice of the people around her, twirling a black laced, red umbrella over her head. For today, she had only one interest, one this she was searching for. The sleeves of the dress were small, only covering her shoulders and the very top of her upper arm. To cover the rest of her arms though, she had long gloves of only black lace, showing pictures of vines and thorns.

Sighing, a rather uncharacteristic thing for her to do, she walked on, bothered by the number of humans littering the place. Why were there so many? Didn't they know how to keep their legs closed? Apparently not,unless it was because of the Incubuses. The last ruler had let there be too many of those types. That, or there was many whores in the world. No surprise came to her, as she walked on to her destination.

The sun was weak today, covered by many clouds. The ground was wet, from last nights rain. But neither of these things bothered her, yet it wasn't as if she enjoyed them. Personally, she likes the hot, dry weather she was accustomed to. It almost made her pity the sinners of the third circle and the ones of the Eighth floor, almost. Besides, despite how so many humans try to become pure and dedicate their lives to god, it is rarely enough to be given the privilege of spending their afterlife in heaven.

Besides, with the Nine Circles and Eighteen Floors, all that for sinners, how could one be able to escape all tempting fates?

She laughed, only heard by those close by her, as she walked down the street, now in search of a carriage. The girl smiled, while pushing her fringe out of her face to show off her eyes. The left of the rotten color of sin, amber. While the right mirroring the crimson color of blood. Feeling the familiar metal ball pierced into her tongue, as she licked the dryness off her lips. She had a feeling, even if the other two candidates were rather worthy, that she could win.

After all, there was no doubt in her mind, after working for misfortune during her endless existence, that she was destined to rule over the place for sinners, demons and devils; Hell.

She glanced to her side, seeing a rather happy maiden arraigning flowers. Looking into her level of sin, it was a rather low percentage. Being age old and working hard came with great opportunities for her. Even after the excruciating work that may be labeled as worst then the punishment of a sinner, becoming a top level devil was the best thing that even happened. With five other devils, she was one of them that was able to reach level one thousand.

Silently, she regretted not counting how many centuries it must have took.

She enjoyed being on Earth, but only because she held abilities to curse the humans now, to bring misfortune and misery. Being in hell was quite fun too, because of the countless sinners there to be punished and judged, it was hard to grow bored. Most devils showed only so much interest in becoming ruler of hell. For one thing, you had to become a top level to do that. Next, you had to wait for the current Satan to fall. Which, usually only happened when they dared to break their unbreakable boundaries, were overthrown, defeated, or resigned.

The act of having to replace Satan was rare enough, a vote was even more foreign,the perfect opportunity for her and an all out panic for others. There was one downfall to being Satan, in her eyes that is. Satan could not leave Hell, he could effect the earth in horrible ways, but never go there personally. But, it was a reasonable sacrifice. The devil grinned, thinking of just how she should curse this girl, the best way to lure her into sin.

Maybe she should make her fall into the path of lust, by being offered sexual intercourse with extraordinary handsome men,with a pay of course. Slowly, she'll desire more and more until money is no longer an object as long as she can continue in her world of senseless pleasure.

Or shall the devil giver her the gift of possessing irresistible charm, but the curse of falling in love with a married man? With breaking up the marriage, she should be granted into the Second floor, not too bad of a punishment but it did need more inhabitants.

No, she had the perfect idea for this one. With small, light steps, the girl walked up to the woman, a kind smile put on display.

"Excuse me Miss, may I have a rose?" She asked, holding the correct amount of money, seemingly coming out of no wear. Stealing came easy to devils and demons, no need to worry about money. The woman blinked, but grabbed the rose nevertheless. The lavender headed girl took the rose, barley careful of the thorns as she gave the woman the money.

"Thank you miss...?"

"Lorena." The woman answered, smiling, before turning back to her work. The girl nodded, walking inside and open carriage. With simple directions and pay, the horse began moving as she was pulled towards her destination. Just a name, be it first or last, be it a drop of the persons blood or even just the persons single tear was enough to change their fate. The woman will met a manipulative, yet handsome young man during a night soon to come. The two will exchange into the act only a married couple were permitted to do within the nights time.

Nine months later, the woman with give birth, even if the man wasn't to be seen the morning after the night. Devastated and twisted with disgust, she'll kill her newborn in cold blood. When death pulls at her heart, the Eleventh floor will be her fate. Too bad I haven't the time to watch her life play out, be the one to take her to hell and lastly punish her. It was rather fun doing that, I think the longest I followed someone through their fate bestowed upon by me was about fifty years. Fifty years of pain for them, but fifty years of amusement for me.

Sadly, in the end she wasn't able to drag her under to hell. Even after all the pain the devil caused her to turn her to sin, she stayed pure and was granted heaven. It was impressive, most people snap rather quickly. With an excited smile, she jumped out of the carriage when it slowed to halt, in front of the Phantomhive estate. She clapped her hands together, skipping through the gate, towards the estate, while twirling the rose. She payed no mind to the respect the building may require.

"The pitch black castle sings
It sings with me
After I sing, mimicking me
The pitch black castle sings
Tottenshan Ton Poppopopo~
Fu Pye Pa Po Hohhohoho~
Dyomi~nya No~mo~
Tetta~tetta~ Warner"

She stopped singing, the song in tribute of great Satan. Soon, one day, the creatures of hell will be singing the song in tribute of her. Taking dainty hands, stained by blood, she knocked on the door, silently waiting for an answer. Within the next minute the door was open, reviling a man of long black haired fringe, red eyes, covered by a black suit. She smiled at his confused and annoyed , without letting him simply feel what she was, but showing him,she started slipping off the laced bow upon her head. Now gone, it revealed two small, sharp horns of the darkest black.

"I have a request for you, mister demon."

More of a prologue to the story, I'll have to admit.

This story was inspired after listing to the Vocaloid song ; Song for Great Satan, so many times.
It'll be a shorter story, not something super long like I plan Death Sentence to be.
It'll have quite a few of references to hell, heaven, the supernatural world, mythology, god, Christianity, sin, the bible, is a lot of research work for me to do, considering myself to be Atheist, or something along those lines.

So, please review. I would like to know what people think of it so far.
Thank you for reading too.