Be my Black Butler.
My name is Isis Liseniera. I sold my soul to a demon…
Personality: Spoiled, Hard headed, poise, and sophisticated.
History is above.
I live in a large mansion in London owned by my parents for owning high end clothing stores around the country. In 1887 my parents were both murdered by a mystery person, who I’ve yet to find, and so by the help of a demon, my revenge will be fulfilled and then as a reward the demon may feast on my soul. But..
Meet my butler..
Name: Rohan Reserv
Personality: Charming and cool but very protective
History: Not alot is known about this demonic being I guess his history will be found out after a while
Abilities: Super Enhanced Strength and Speed, Mind Reading
Weakness: Holy Cross
Rohan was watching over Isis waiting to drop and help his lady in need the murderer of her parents will die soon he just needed some bait, He spotted a few key figures some famous celebrities but he did not bother to point them out only concentrating on Isis in case of an attack "Oh for god sake...Please no attacks on her I want this soul now..."
Again, another social party with my parents. Annoying people here and there, and all I wanted to do was be locked in my room left alone. We walked through as people continued to act as if they knew my family and I, and how much they adore our clothing. I sighed and rolled my eyes, and looked around the room, not an interesting thing in sight. Finally, we were able to go home, and I can return to my solitude. We began to load in the car as gun shots fired along with screams everywhere. I became nervous because the shots were close enough to blow my ear drums making it hard to hear as the moment. I began to look around and couldn't see my parents just to find them below me, stone like. I looked up noticing the gun pointed at me and I froze..
Rohan saw the gun...He wanted to react but he didn't at the same time though he had to he flew down from a nearby roof landing quietly nearby attempting to sneak up and stop the man or woman with the gun in his or her hand "You can get away from her..."
The man turned around and smirked at the guy who looked practically normal, thinking what could he possibly do. I sat there still trying to focus, lost in a whirl wind of confusion and fear. The man then turned around to face the young guy and pointed his gun to his head, laughing at him.
Rohan laughed...The gun pointed to his head the demon wings finally came out they sprouted from his back as Rohan did attempt to grab the man's weapon and snap it in half "I suggest you run...Now!"
The man's face went white and he turned and ran for his life. I watched him pass me, not even glancing back at his next victim, and turned to face the floating boy. My head still blurred from all the events, were my parents dead? Why were they killed? My eyes became heavy as a panic attack struck my heart and I fell limped to the ground unconscious.
Rohan laughed at the running man as he turned normal walking to the girl on the floor laughing as his mind connected hers "Hmm...Isis is it...We need you to wake up..." Rohan pulls out his wings flying Isis up to a nearby rooftop to awake her