The Shadowed Manor - hiring demons and grim reapers alike to serve a young master.

{Looking for descriptive, third person creative writers who would love to embark on a Victorian fantasy adventure with me. Based on the Black Butler series, though you do not need to have seen/read Black Butler to participate. Thank you!}

Rosemary Wordsworth is the last of her family name, which was quite the peculiar position for a young child of nobility in London. 

Though it wasn't terribly normal to have your parents brutally murdered in front of you at the tender age of ten, either.

Confused, lonely, and most of all, hungry for the taste of revenge, the girl was all alone in her murder scene of a capacious mansion, bathed in the blood of everyone she had ever loved. Love had died today. The world stained a deep, dark, red before her eyes, skewing her vision of the world ever being a place of reprieve, of brightness. A headache stung her temple, thoughts clouded by a painful darkness, and as she howled into the night, the distinct, sharp cry of innocence snapping like thin glass into hatred... It rang oh-so-sweetly, like a discorded melody, to the creatures of the underworld.

And thus, Rosemary signed her first contract - the demons, grim reapers and otherworldly creatures alike would disguise themselves and serve as her personal butlers, maids or servants in the mortal realm of Victorian London. In return, at the end of her lifetime, they would feast in her soul marinated with such delectable hatred that it would easily satisty the cravings of even the fussiest of demons. Or, in the case of grim reapers, what respectable reaper wouldn't want such a unique soul in their collection? Perhaps you are a wandering spirit, and just need a place of refuge to stay whilst venturing Earth? 

Whoever you were, the notoriously named 'Shadowed Manor' became a hub of supernatural critters, all all eager to assist little Rosemary in her quest of vengeance.

"My faithful butlers, maids, chefs and servants - address me as 'Young Master' or 'My Lady'. Above all else, above all others, no matter what... You are the souless creatures that can never - and will never - leave me. Not until the very end of my demise can you deny me of my orders. Is that clear?"

Yes, my Lady.