"Well, well, this is most interesting," Comes a voice, echoing throughout the room, "You've paid quite the hefty price to summon me here. A reaper calling upon a demon? This is most unusual."

The spiral of eyes takes the form of different animals as it speaks, seemingly unable to settle on one, but each creature smiles at her menacingly.

"Long time no see, darling." She half-heartedly flirts despite what's happening. "I'd say you look good, but, well…"

The creature chuckles at her boldness.

"What do you want from me, Grelle Sutcliff? You've paid quite a price for me to appear before you, so I shall do exactly as you wish. Destroy me, use me, free me, whatever your wish may be, I shall grant it."

She gulps and attempts to make eye contact with the thing that's apparently settled on a black wolf for now but finds herself unable to.

"I want… happiness, that's all. Just a chance to live a life that's not full of mistakes and regrets and hardships. I just want to forget everything and be happy…" Her eyes heat up as she speaks and tears spill from her emerald green eyes as she pleads with the demon and she doesn't bother trying to rub them away. The thing's grin somehow widens further.

"A contract then," it says and she nods, "Humans are such greedy things. A creature like you knows good and well what will happen to you now that you've chosen this fate, yet you actively choose to sacrifice others for the sake of something as inconsequential as 'happiness.' Very well then. We shall use this hand of yours which has brought upon unspeakable suffering both to others and to yourself."

A hand appears from the lingering smoke to grab her left one and another appears to rest on top. Grelle allows it, thinking it almost prince-like. Light flashes where their hands are touching and an incredible pain sears through her entire body, mostly concentrated at her hand. She snatches her arm to cradle it but finds that the pain is gone as quickly as it had appeared, leaving behind a symbol inbedded in her skin. The contract seal. She is now bound to Sebastian, whether she likes it or not, for all eternity. There's no turning back and changing her mind now.

"Now then, reaper, allow me to take on a form that would suit someone in your position." The creature turns to smoke once again and then reforms into the familiar sight of Sebastian Michaelis, butler uniform and all. He smiles at her in a sinister way that she's never seen from him before and she finds it horribly off-putting. Regardless, she gives him a smile back, not one to be bested in regards to smiles that make people's skin crawl. He holds out a gloved hand for her to take and uses his other hand to create a small table and two chairs. Grelle hesitantly places her right hand in his.

"Right this way, master."

"Mistress, if you don't mind."

"...Of course." He smiles, this time a bit more strained.

'Horrid creature,' she thinks. He leads her to one of the chairs and she steps carefully over William's body to sit. He goes over to do the same.

"Now we must discuss the terms of our contract. 'I wish for happiness' is a bit too unreasonable for me as it's not specific enough to be a tangible goal. Is there a specific act or state that would bring this 'happiness' to you? You should know how far my power can go, so don't be shy."

Grelle settles into her seat and regards the creature in front of her, watching him carefully. He may look like Sebastian Michaelis now, but this thing smiling at her was no longer bound by his previous master to be the perfect butler or even tell the truth. He was entirely autonomous, which was extremely dangerous. She's already had plenty of time to think about what she wanted, but being face to face with him now made her doubt herself. She honestly thought her happiness would be a good enough goal for the situation so she was a bit thrown by being shot down immediately. Something that would make her happy… a tangible goal… There's one thing that comes to mind immediately and she almost doesn't want to tell him in fear that he'll laugh at her.

"Then how about… a child?" She plays with the end of her hair and looks away from him. "Of my own, I mean. I'd like to bear a child on my own."

Predictably, he chuckles and Grelle's face heats up a bit.

"How predictably absurd." He shakes his head, but keeps smiling. "Bearing a child in your current body would be impossible. You'd need to use another one of your three wishes to wish for a female body and womb."

"Three wishes…?" She asks.

"That's my usual number." He states simply. "To make it easier for the both of us."

"I see…" she says, holding her hand in her chin. She didn't know she could have more than one wish. "Then how about this; my first wish is for you to help me achieve a woman's body, womb and birthing, and all."

"That can be done. Now on to wish two."

This time she speaks without hesitation.

"For wish two, you are never to bring harm to me or my child."

He smiles.

" I commend you for thinking ahead, Grelle." He says, canines peeking out from between his lips. "But that will not do. I need another soul in exchange for your wishes, you see. The contractee's will do finely."

Grelle gives him an unamused look.

"I know how you demons work, thank you. If I die after childbirth, then what's the point of all of this? The child would likely die on it's own, after all."

The demon frowns. Grelle tries not to snicker.

"Don't worry your pretty little head. I'll get you your soul. As long as my wishes are fulfilled."

"I see." He sighs, "That will do I suppose. Then, your last wish?"

"My final wish…" She thinks for a second, then decides on the obvious answer. "You will follow my every order, so long as I call you by your first name first."

"I assume you mean the name given to me from you? That's fine," it says, leaning back, "but what will you call me? I can remain 'Sebastian Michaelis the butler'' if you like or I can change my identity all together."

She thinks for a moment.

"A butler wouldn't suit someone like me, I think. Since you'll be helping me bear a child… a midwife, perhaps?"

"A midwife, hm?" He snaps his fingers and disappears in the blink of an eye, replaced by a woman with the same face. She's wearing a modest black dress, black heeled ankle boots, black leather gloves, and has her black hair pinned up in an elaborate updo with a black bow hanging from it. The creature speaks again, this time in a woman's voice. "Is this to your liking?"

Grelle's mind is swimming from attempting to watch the creature change, but she gathers her bearings and gives her a once-over. The woman in front of her looks like a perfect lady.

"That's fine, though I'll miss looking at your handsome face. As for your name..." she says, then scrunches her eyebrows in thought. "How about… Sebrina Michaelis?"

The midwife gives her a smile.

"How appropriate," she says and Grelle can't quite tell if she's mocking her. "I see the inspiration for the surname, but where does Sebrina come from? Another love of yours, perhaps?"

Grelle shrugs.

"It simply seemed fitting considering how close it is to 'Sebastian'."

"So that's it, then? Those are your three requests?"

Grelle thinks for a moment and then clasps her hands together.

"That's it."