Elizabeth Midford stood in the dimly lit room, her fingers tracing the ancient symbols in the ornate book with focused determination. The wind howled outside, and moonlight spilled through the windows, casting long shadows.

"I must do this... For my dear Ciel..." she whispered, excitement and trepidation lacing her voice.

The room grew colder, the air thick with tension. The faint scent of incense filled the space as Elizabeth’s heart raced. She steeled herself, murmuring the incantation aloud.

"By the contract bound in darkness, I summon thee—demoness of the shadows! Answer my call, and grant me the power I seek!"

Red light flickered, and a low, ominous chuckle echoed through the room. The ground trembled, and a tall, imposing figure materialized from the shadows, her eyes cold and wise.

"What is it that you seek, human child?" the demoness asked, her voice smooth, calculating.

Elizabeth raised her head, awe-struck but resolute. “I need help. My fiancé, Ciel Phantomhive… He has enemies no mortal can defeat. I seek a power beyond human reach—your power, to protect him.”

The demoness stepped closer, brushing her fingers lightly across Elizabeth’s cheek, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Power comes at a price. Are you willing to pay it?" she purred.

Elizabeth hesitated but then nodded firmly. “Whatever the cost. Ciel’s life is worth it.”

The demoness smiled wickedly, shadows deepening around her. “Then the contract is sealed.”

A sharp pain seared Elizabeth’s palm as the mark of the Faustian contract burned into her skin.

"Nothing is ever truly free," the demoness whispered as the room plunged into darkness.

The next morning, Elizabeth awoke, the burn of the contract still tingling on her palm. As she stepped from her bed, a soft rustle of fabric caught her attention. There, in the doorway, stood the demoness—now dressed in a black maid’s dress, the long sleeves brushing the floor. Her gaze met Elizabeth’s.