Backstory

Lyra is a fallen angel, a disgraced one at that. During her years of being holy, she had no name, her only tasks were to sing God’s praises and to play her lyre. She frequently conversed with reapers whenever she could and ventured down to earth when no one was looking (Strike one of things she did wrong according to heaven’s laws).

Lyra had actually never met a demon before, she wondered if they were actually the little horned red men welding black tridents she saw in children’s books… so funny and charming, Lyra thought to herself back then.

She hadn’t expected the devil to be a gentlemen, one with a sonorous cello-like voice and a soft touch. Lyra did not want to admit the fact she enjoyed his presence at first, but she was sure she’d meet him again soon.

And she did, her visits down to earth became more frequent. Waiting near the lake for the man dressed in black to great her once again. ’How could two opposites compliment each other so nicely…?’ Lyra thought, reaching her hand out to place within his. He had taken the liberty of bringing her a gift… ’Oh how lovely…’ She spoke softly, allowing the devil to place the silver necklace on her, she examined the jewellery as it sat upon her chest. Her love for him was sealed, but not just in materialistic items, heavens, no, not at all. It maybe taboo for such angels to say, but maybe the devil wasn’t so bad..?

’I need you to do me a favour, my dear.’ He speaks, Lyra’s eyes go back to him briefly.

’What is it?’

’I need you to fetch something for me. You’re the only being capable of doing so.’

Lyra only nodded her head, allowing for him to whisper into her ear. Though no one was around at this time. It was far too late at night.

’I need you to fetch me a certain fruit. One of knowledge.’ Those were all the words Lyra needed to hear… back in the empyrean, an Eden was there. But not in the biblical sense of Adam and Eve, no… those were just children stories. But the apples themselves were very much real. She pondered why a devil would need such things. But Lyra knew just how complex they were, maybe he is just curious of the word her folk have created! He leans into her ear and whispers again…

’I wish to break you free from the chains of the great light you call “Heaven”’ Goodness, what a considerate gentleman!

The task itself was easy, tress of knowledge were ubiquitous in places which the only shadows are found. Without a second thought, Lyra had taken one of those blood red ’apples’ from its thin branch and hid it under her silky himation, descended back to earth the following night to present it to her hellish lover.

’As promised.’

’Hm, Wonderful job.’

’I keep to my words, dear.’

Lyra had been so enamoured by him, she didn’t realise the air getting thicker, heavier and strangely humid. Waves of heat seemed to be emanating from the fruit.

’Now, you need only one bite and to entrust your body with me tonight.’ He spoke, holding out a clean slice of the… seemingly bleeding ’apple’

But entrust the devil she did. Though it was strange, Lyra could feel a sense of nostalgia from this whole scenario.

The next morning, Lyra hadn’t returned to heaven. In fact she stayed on earth for the morning after the events of last night, she remembered it all so clearly and she very well enjoyed it thoroughly. Though before the higher-ups of the ring could grow suspicious of her whereabouts, she spreads her wings and took off back to the skies. The lights of heaven were never usually THIS bright, her eyes seemed to burn profusely and the beating of her wings could not keep up with the running thoughts in her mind.

She came to a grinding halt as she slammed into the pearly, filigree gates that are normally open… this is strange

Though a booming voice met her, irritating an oncoming migraine.

’You have allowed yourself to be tempted into darkness. The devil’s scent is ever present on you now as it shall be for eternity.’

Before Lyra could fathom the weight of its words, her wings had seemingly caught a light, sending her plummeting back towards the earth. Little green dots grew to large trees, small blue slithers became large lakes as the earth neared Lyra, now near enough blinded by the light she once called home.

Thankfully, the one who casted her out had the decency to discard her in a river, though her legs didn’t brace for the impact unfortunately.

It could’ve been an hour, a month or even a year. But Lyra was no longer at the bottom of a riverbed. The surface she was now acquainted with was soft, plush and slightly springy..? Not to mention a soft sheet that has been pulled over her shoulders.

Not to far from her, or at least from what Lyra could hear, a fire crackling softly and a humming… Ah, that man, the devil Lyra tried lifted herself, but a sharp pain shot right up her leg, causing her to groan, still seemingly in immense pain. This small act had caught the attention of the devil, who had now peppered a soft kiss on her forehead.

’Where…?’ She strained

’Somewhere where it can no longer control you no further, dear. I told you I would set you free. Unfortunately you had went about it in a way that resulted in you getting seriously injured. I apologies for such a blunder.’ Her spoke again

’As for your current location, you are in England at the estate of my master; the Earl Phantomhive. Though you can put your mind at ease, you’re in my living quarters…’

Lyra could only nod for now, had she the energy to speak, she would ask when and how he’d found her.

’That was quite the fall. Lucky you weren’t as loud as past angels that have fallen from grace. The folk villages nearby only thought of you as a shooting star.’ There was an audible smile in his voice…

When Sebastian was introducing Lyra to Ciel, he remembered that AT THE TIME she did not have a name. When Sebastian had found her upon her fall from heaven, he did find the broken lyre she used to play by her side.

As the angel stood before the young earl, she could only gaze in awe at his commanding presence at such a young age. He asked her name, but she couldn’t find the words to respond. ’How should I tell this child that angels like myself aren’t gifted names..?’. The though was only brief as Sebastian had taken it upon himself to speak for her.

’Lyra is this maiden’s name. I believe she’d be an efficient asset to the manor, my lord.’ His voice almost had an echo to it. Lyra could sense Sebastian’s eyes, it made her slightly coy… despite this, she behaved in a warm manner, much presentable for a lord like Ciel himself.

’Yes… Lyra it is.’ Lyra tried to fill the quiet void, yet to herself, the reply was almost redundant.

She’d felt slightly odd, in a warm fuzzy way. Angels like her aren’t given names. They should know who they are from birth… names are unnecessary titles for them unless they have achieved something great. A small angel like her was not worthy of such.

Yet Sebastian had given her a name… very cleverly tied to her main professional back when she used to be in the holy sing-along above. The name actually had a… nice ring to it! The tongue’s smooth journey from the tip of the mouth’s pallet, ending in an almost lion-like ’rah’ at the end of its journey.

’Ly-rah, Ly-rah!’ Lyra’s thoughts could not stop replaying the name over and over again

Hearing the name brought her an immense sense of joy; other servants, the young lord, Tanaka and Sebastian. She had heard all the accents speak her name. A gift from the one who’s freed her from heaven… Lyra….

Lyra; she who has fallen from grace, yet only the devil she loves knows such a clandestine secret.

Lyra; the cheerful maid the other servants have gotten to know better, accepting her as part of them.

Lyra; Another pawn in Ciel’s game of chess.

Lyra; a small constellation… drifting around a collapsar.