Summary: You and Sebastian are left to scout out the circus.
— undercover (adjective) involving secret work within a community or organization, especially for the purposes of police investigation or espionage.
"Are you ready?" The tall frame of the red and yellow striped tents casts an ominous shadow over both you and Sebastian’s beings. The faint glow from the flickering candle lights scattered throughout the grassy fields provides a dim luminescence. You glance at the taller man, taking in his features. Somehow, the yellow-lighting which would always make a regular person look absolutely dreadful, makes Sebastian look more alluring.
You try not to linger on the thought too long, though.
"Let's not keep them waiting too long.” You grumble, falling into pace with Sebastian. The demon had wasted no time in your arrival, as he had almost immediately switched into his feeble past-butler role. His love for theatrics was the most human thing about his existence.
Ciel had sent you and Sebastian join first as to give the younger boy the upper hand when coming the next day. Ciel wasn’t too good at acting on the spot so in his words, he wanted to be “prepared in a manner that the Queen herself would appreciate.”
“Hurry now, [y/n].” Sebastian calls sensually, shooting you a smug look. You scoff, not realising how you had fell behind. Each step causes the heel of your shoe to melt into the softened soil, causing your journey to be less than satisfactory.
“Stupid shoes…” You murmer, pulling your feet from the ground in a less than elegant manner. Who do you have to impress here? Some foul human involved in the disappearance and probable murder of young children? Even as a demon you know these people are worth less than the disgusting muck coated against your heels.
The performance had put you in a positively sour mood. Sebastian’s love for felines clouded his judgement and he put his head and the tigers mouth. Dwelling over the situation continues to make it feel less and less real and more like you’ve pulled the story out of your ass. You’re sure Ciel would shout at you for telling him lies if you reported this back to him.
However, the little stunt has now landed you in the medical tent and behind the iron privacy bars. You’ve unfortunately come to terms with the fact that Sebastian’s stupid decision has allowed you to gain closer insight to the dynamics behind the scenes.
"You seem quite alright even though your man got bit by a tiger, ye?" The ginger ringleader, Joker, laughs as he observes the sour look on your face. Sebastian had been acting coy with Beast and the medic, claiming he was just too fascinated with big cats.
You look over at the man who was a little too close for your liking and size him up. His face paint was starting to fade, probably from the layer of sweat he produced running around the circus to calm the patrons.
You flick your hair over your shoulder as you look back at your companion for the night, "He likes the attention.”
Sebastian’s eyes remained close, which you’re sure is on purpose because the stupid expression pisses you off to no end. Ciel would be absolutely fuming if Sebastian had pulled that stunt while he was here, so you know he’s aware how stupid it was.
In between conversations, the busty tiger tamer you now know as the stage name Beast had promptly beelined towards the busy doctor. She was complaining about her prosthetic leg and how it was starting to lock up on her. Sebastian was quick to ask a few questions as prosthetics aren’t an openly common practice within your part of England.
You ignore how Joker burns holes into your body. He was unabashedly checking you out, but you paid no mind. You understand his questionable approach to your identity seeing as your clothes aren’t far off from your normal attire. Joker observes how maid-like your dress is but you surprisingly didn't dawn any of the usual frilly material or awfully tacky headband. The rest of the crew recognise how connected you and Sebastian seem to be seeing as you two seem to have silent conversations with each other just by looking at each other. To them, however, you look like a pair.
Sebastian had maneauvered himself beside Beast who perched herself onto the desk in front of the doctor. He was quick and no one within the tent had realised what Sebastian was doing before he lifted the girls leg and subsequently exposed her panties to everyone looking at the two.
A pregnant pause falls over the tent. You watch, eyes darting between every member of the circus.
One beat, two beat, thr—
Swiftly, you’ve placed yourself to the side of the commotion. Before anyone could blink, Beast screams and grasps her whip. Joker and the chirpy blonde one are crying out for the commotion to stop just as quickly as it’s started. However, in the middle of the chaos, Sebastian smiles.
Truthfully, it is quite amusing to watch Sebastian barely break a sweat when avoiding the onslaught attack.
All fun must come to an end, though.
"I'm afraid we must get going now." Your hand grabs the whip as it flies out in front of you. No one had noticed the your quick manoeuvre across the room until you placed yourself in the middle of the chaos. Beast stutters to find the right words as her whip is pulled out of her hands and dropped to the dirt floor with a dulled thud.
Sebastian waves his free hand as a goodbye gesture as you’re currently grabbing the sleeve of his other hand.
Sebastian follows without much of a fight, but he mumbles something as Joker comes running after you both. Surprisingly, he’s able to keep up with your fast-paced walk.
"Hey! Wait a minute, won't ya?" He asks hopefully, extending a hand "Those are some gymnastics you have there lad, and you can move fast lass!”
Sebastian places a gentle hand over your own. You freeze, staring at him. The fist you created on his blazer unclenches and falls to your side.
"I would offer you a place but-"
"Oh, really, you're not having a jest?" Sebastian smiles kindly "I am getting quite sick of my current master...” Sebastian pauses, looking back at you with a devious smile.
You furrow your brows, that good for nothing is up to something!
“My partner too." Sebastian lifts his hand to smooth down your hair. Your words get caught in your mouth as you realise what stunt he is now pulling. You try your best to smile through the irritation as you know Sebastian is enjoying the whole act.
Joker smiles brightly "Great! We'll have auditions tomorrow!"
Sebastian bows "You don't mind if I bring a friend along?" Joker shakes his head "If he's half as good as you I'm sure he'll do well!"
"I'm sure he will.” You add, cutting off the conversation. As much as you could care less about the conversation you just wanted to cut Sebastian’s fun off quicker. Knowing your luck, he was going to start holding your hand.
Ugh.
“Your behaviour was reckless, Sebastian.” You scold Sebastian as you mindlessly walk back to the Phantomhive manor. Your footsteps fall in sync, each crunch, snap and step sounding simultaneously. A pregnant silence falls between both you and Sebastian. The sound of the night surrounds you as the sounds of the wildlife settle in the bushes encasing the pathways.
“Reckless? How so?” Sebastian humours as he continues to walk, unfazed by your annoyance. You clicks your tongue and your roll your eyes as you glance at Sebastian. Of course he has that cocky smile on his face.
”You got your head stuck in the tigers jaw, then you had to go and reveal Beast to her team.” Sebastian muffles a laugh, eyes flicking leisurely to his right to look down at you. You stare back with frustration glazed over your pupils.
Sebastian laughs as he realises you won’t step down from the petty argument.
“It was just an accident, love.” He smiles, “You aren’t jealous are you, sin of Lust?” He teases as he raises his gloved hand grasp your chin, effectively stopping the two from walking and you from turning away. Automatically, you turn your body to get a better look at the flirtatious demon, hardening your gaze as you grasp at the hand on your chin. You try to push it away but his grips on stronger. His tongue flicks out to wet his lip, lowering his head to close the gap between them. He enjoys watching you struggle.
”Don’t flirt with me, Michaelis.” You spit, “A typical man, aren’t you? Using sexual advances to get out of an argument.” You take the chance to plant your hands against his chest and push. Sebastian falls back a few steps, spluttering.
“I am not jealous.”
With that, you turn on your heel and begin to walk away; leaving Sebastian in the dark of the night.
As Sebastian stands in the dark and watched your figure disappear into the night sky, he decides that he quite likes this dynamic.
Summary: You settle into your new role within the Phantomhive Manor.
— deal with the devil (saying/phrase) The term "a pact with the devil" is also used metaphorically to condemn a person or persons perceived as having collaborated with an evil person or regime.
chapter 07
"Demons can make deals with other demons?" Ciel asks as he looks up from his pile of paperwork. Sebastian nods stiffly, eyeing his curious master.
"How does that work? Aren't you under contract to me?" He asks, setting his palms on the desk as he looks up at the two demons before him.
"Yes, I am, but a demon contract is different to a human contract.” Sebastian explains languidly.
You interrupt, "If I may speak, although it is a little confusing it is beneficial for demons as we basically live for the 'tit-for-tat' lifestyle.”
Ciel hums, swirling his cup of cold tea. He had barely touched the thing, swearing that Sebastian had made the tea wrong. You recalled laughing at the vein popping in Sebastian’s neck.
Sebastians hums "It's still a little taboo for.. us but us demons will do anything for our own benefits.”
Ciel understands that demons are selfish and possessive creatures but the thought of demons doing deeds for others is foreign to him. He assumed that they wanted nothing to do with each other if every demon had Sebastian’s attitude.
"We'll spare you the long and frankly boring details of a demon contract, but [Y/n] is now to listen to my commands as I have accepted a deal she had inquired about," Sebastian explains quickly. He could go on forever about contracts. Ciel nods and sees it as good enough.
Thankfully.
"I'm guessing you'll be staying here then" Ciel sends you a pointed look. You nod, seeing as Sebastian had practically explained you were now apart of the Manor team. It doesn’t seem to bother Ciel as he now has an extra person to do his dirty work. It’s not like you’re getting paid.
"You may go off and do your own duties.” Ciel sends you away with a flick of his hand. You watch as Sebastian obediently bows. The sight makes a laugh rumble in your throat, but you hold it back for the sake of not starting another argument.
As much as Sebastian is like a dog to Ciel, you’ve now become one for Sebastian as per the details of your contract. You can’t help but frown as you aimlessly follow the dark-haired demon who waves you along.
The door closes with a gentle click, accompanied by a quiet groan of the ages hinges. Sebastian already stands with a candle stick in hand, lighting the dim hallway. It’s amusing, as he doesn’t need the extra light to see within the dark halls. It seems Sebastian loves to keep up the façade, even when no one is watching.
"[Y/n], be a dear and remind me of who this demon is?" Sebastian purrs, leaning the flame towards your face. The radiated warmth across your face is quite conforming, but the shadow from the flame contorts his face into quite a lustfully sinister sight.
"I think he goes by Claude now.. although I'm not sure" You surmise, plucking your mind for any past interactions you’ve had with the prowling entity. From your knowledge, he’s used the same human name with his past few masters. He’s been hellbent on catching you as his mate ever since one mistaken moment together.
It’s a curse to be the sin of Lust sometimes.
"Sebastian?"
"Yes?"
"When my end of the deal is met…” You trail, eyes flickering towards the ground again. Sebastian simpers, sauntering silently ahead “We’ll see, my Dear.”
You dip, seeing as either situation would’ve had you stuck between a rock and a hard place. However, having Sebastian by your side would aid in your avail against Claude’s courting.
A demon courting is messy and bloody at times. Once a male has his eyes set, the woman can either give in or die trying to escape. On the off chance, the woman emerges victorious if the man is weaker. However, it is rare. Claude is strong and you’re certain he’s only gained more strength by completing odd jobs for whatever demented soul he’s serving.
Sebastian though, he has an unwavering strength that has gave you a boost in confidence. As long as you hold up your end of the deal, he has agreed to fight Claude off. Even if that means to kill him.
You hope it works anyway. The mark above your tainted heart hopes so.
The next day your new found trio had travelled into London to speak to a man named Abberline about the missing children. The interaction with Abberline left a sour taste in your mouth. Nothing particularly stood out about the man — he was an average investigator, though you knew he would most likely stand in the way of Ciel’s own investigation.
It’s making time with the two longer. Ugh.
As your group approaches the wooden carriage, Sebastian and Ciel started talking about the cases and the information they had somehow pulled from the nervous detective. You don’t pay much attention, barely looking at Sebastian even as he held the door open for you. He slides in a few moments later, slotting into the small seat next to you.
"I suppose we'll be paying him a call?"The rather distasteful emphasis on him peaks your interest. You scan Sebastian with a curious tinge swirling within your orbs.
"I don't like it any more than you do, but when needs must and all." Ciel answers loathfully. He taps the roof of the carriage with his cane to alert the driver to start moving.
It’s a rather short journey, though you spend most of your time watching the world go by. It would certainly be faster if you could travel at your own speed, but actually taking in your surroundings is nice. The bump of the wheels against the cobble stone street isn’t too pleasant, though.
"This is him?" You query as the carriage comes to a halt in front of a familiar building.
“Why, do you know him?” Sebastian questions, studying your face for any type of reaction as he exists the vehicle. He extends a hand, which you take so graciously. Though, you titter, “You could say that.”
Sebastian clicks his tongue to display his annoyance as you come to a stand. He drops his hand, signalling to the driver to wait. Sebastian steps back, allowing you step forward.
You try not to laugh as you allow your new (appropriate) dress to swipe along his legs flirtatiously.
Ciel, seemingly ignoring your interaction, walks to the cracked door. His hand leaves a feather-like touch against the skid, yet it screeches open. The ear-grating sound was sure to alert the shop owner of his presence "Undertaker? Are you about?"
There's no answer at first but Ciel takes the initiative to walk cautiously into the dark shop. Candles were littered across the shop’s floor and walls to provide an eerie - but on theme atmosphere.
Both of you follow behind, ignoring how your footsteps bounce off of the cobbled floors and concrete walls and back into their ears. The clicking of your heels surpasses the sound of the dull steps produced by Sebastian and Ciel’s flat shoes.
The shop door clicks closed behind the three, allowing the shop to now bask in the light from the candles. Only a few seconds pass before a creepy voice echoes through the shop, causing a shiver to ripple up the young Lord’s spine.
"Hello my Lord, it's so lovely to see you~" The Undertaker’s voice purrs out, kicking a disregarded skull. It rolls crudely towards the young masters legs, similar to a bowling ball to two pins. Ciel hisses, barely missing the barrelling object.
"What will it be then? Will I have the pleasure to fit you for one of my coffins?" The Undertaker goads blatantly. Though, his voice had travelled to behind the young master, causing Ciel to puff unexpectedly as the entrance to the shop is suddenly closed. The Undertaker lears as his hand presses firmly against the wood.
"Look you-" Ciel starts, only to be cut off by the Undertaker "Have a seat, I have a batch of biscuits still fresh from the oven!”
Though the behaviour would have you feeling unnerved a few years ago, the Undertaker has yet to shock you within this interaction. You’re quite astonished with Ciel’s ability to hide the fear that is absolutely spilling from his being.
You suppose you should end this odd stand-off.
"Stop teasing the poor boy.” You defend, placing a hand on Ciel’s shoulder. He tenses beneath the touch but quickly melts as he realises you’re defending him. Perhaps he’s too relieved to notice how casually you’re speaking to the creepy shop-keeper.
"You're acquainted with the brat, my Dear?" A frown settles on the Undertakers face. Sebastian shuffles from beside you, perhaps to gauge the interaction better. He’s been very openly scanning the surroundings of the shop.
“More than acquainted, actually.” Ciel’s head whips to meet your gaze. You glance down at the poor boy who looks as if he’s seen a ghost.
Whilst the Undertaker groans and says some off-handed comment about a literal child, Ciel is in complete guffaw “You know this creep?!”
It’s hard to hold back your laugh, so you chuckle and throw in a quick apology to the Undertaker. He seems more distracted by the fact you’re so close with the young boy who has caused him quite the stir over his years as the Queen’s Guard Dog.
“Yes. That is for another day, Ciel.”
Ciel nods - albeit still shocked - and tells the Undertaker the reason for their being (after trying to get through to the man for another 10 minutes.)
"Missing children, you say?" The Undertaker rubs his chin quizzically. You perch yourself against a staggered coffin, awaiting the long-winded story he’s bound to tell. The whole interaction has been quite boring, despite the comical expression Ciel had worn a few minutes ago.
"The authorities still consider them missing persons,” Sebastian informs "and no corpses turned up, do you know of any?"
"Well as tragic as it may be" The Undertaker lifts a bone shaped cookie and examines it under the candle light. Ever the dramatic.
“I don’t recall anything of the sorts.”
“I have their information here, look through these and tell me if you've taken care of any of these children.” Ciel ignores the Undertakers blatant lies. Sebastian thrusts the papers towards the mortician, ignoring how he complains that Sebastian is being too forceful.
"Hmm, have I seen this face before… I don't know...” He trails, “My memory would be right but sharper if I had myself a good laugh…”He acts coy.
Another pregnant ouse fills the air, “I think a good laugh would jog my memory!”
The two groan in agony as the conversation meets a stalemate. You’re certain this isn’t the first time he’s stuck them for a laugh in order to get the tiniest but of information on a case they could get elsewhere. You don’t want to stay much longer, though.
“Aren’t you being too stingray, Undertaker?” You hum, pushing yourself from the coffin, “I’m sure you don’t want to be here with the young master for much longer.”
“Young master…” He mocks, presumably rolling his eyes “Don’t tell me he has you calling him that pretentious title.”
You ignore his mocking and turn to Ciel “Let me do this. His humour is crude.” You warn.
Ciel quietly debates within his head.
"All you've got to do is give it to me! Just give me the gift of true laughter!" Like a bulb, the Undertakers behaviours switches as he slides himself across the coffin just a metre before Ciel’s body. He twists like a cat, extending his hands in front of him as if they were claws as he twists upside down "One laugh and all of my information is at your disposal!" He giggles.
Ciel looks to Sebastian, "See to it, will you?" He asks
The Undertaker takes the chance to jab at the boy "Having him do your dirty work then?" He asks, twisting upright.
“That's the trouble with you upper class blokes…Can't do anything without your butlers, ay?" Ciel fumes, clenching his fists. The better half of you wants to step in, but deep down you want to see if Ciel will crack.
“It’s all the same to me, I just want a laugh" The Undertaker shrugs.
Ciel thwacks his staff against the cobble floor, "I'll take care of this.”
"His humour is quite crude, my Lord" You warn once more. Ciel’s frame shakes with unbrittled anger, visibly wound up from the Undertakers relentless teasing. You’re sure it’s a build up of past interactions, but the sight is even unruly for you.
“I can do it for you—“
"Both of you, go outside!" Sebastian glances at you, then motions to the door. You look between the Undertaker and Ciel who glare at each other unwaveringly. You twist on your heel, accepting the pre-teens stubbornness. It’s one thing he must get from Sebastian.
As you step outside and adjust to the blinding light, Sebastian lets you know of the time. You stretch your arms, groaning as a loud pop follows.
“He’ll take forever.”
"Young Master, are you sure that a circus is a place for a noble like you?"You’re curious. Ciel had decided that both he and Sebastian would join the circus to learn of the disappearance of several children. The Undertaker had said that the missing children were coinciding with the location of the travelling circus and that a child had been snatched not long ago.
Ciel peers at you over the rim of his cup of tea. The light shines from his silver rings, causing you to wince for a slight second. He sets his cup down, smacking his lips to rid of any excess droplets.
"The Queen has asked me to look into the missing children cases and it seems everywhere this circus goes, children go missing along with it:” He explains shortly. You can’t do much but nod. It’s all you’ve done for the past few weeks, so you quietly smooth down the pinafore straps of your skirt to fill the silence of the room. Sebastian stands idle nearby.
It’s quite awkward, even for yourself. You find yourself having to occupy your hands more often. Perhaps it’s because you have another demon watching your every move — one that’s strong enough to easily take you down. You find yourself thinking about it at night and how you hadn’t felt such emotions while serving Anne before the last few weeks of her short life.
You despise the feelings. It’s too human. Too familiar.
"Young Master! Your carriage has arrived!" Mey-Rin bursts through the oak doors, hands slamming both of them open clumsily. Ciel, who had only swallowed another mouth full of tea, splutters.
“T-Thank you, Mey-Rin.”
Ciel orders you to file into the carriage alongside them. Though curious, you follow through seeing as Sebastian told you to listen to Ciel. You’re were wandering how you’re meant to follow Sebastian’s orders when he’s not around to give you any, so the ride to the circus should hopefully fill you in.
"I'm sending Sebastian to look through the circus, I'm sure you know that by now:” Ciel recaps. He had send Sebastian solo to scope out the circus before their arrival and subsequently left you in charge to pander to Ciel’s needs. He’s quite demanding and you understood why Sebastian seems to have a stick up his ass permanently when he’s not flirting.
"He gathered that there may be too many people around to carry out our investigation as a duo, so I need you to come as a decoy.” Ciel continues, “You’ll distract and keep people away from where we need to be. Do whatever you want as long as you don’t attract too much attention.”
This is certainly not what you expected, but one glance at disinterested Sebastian tells you that the two had thoroughly discussed the plan beforehand.
“Refrain from using formalities with me as we are pretending to be common folk.” Sounds about right.
You stay silent, processing the whole ordeal. You find it quite odd that you’re only being told this now, as if Sebastian and Ciel weren’t really decided in your addition. But then again, what is hiding within the circus to make them think they’ll need a permanent decoy?
summary: Ciel, [y/n] and Sebastian discuss her future with the Phantomhive’s.
— Tainted (verb) contaminate or pollute (something)
"Well if you are ordered to be by my side I suppose there is nothing I can do.” Ciel shrugs as his eyes flutter close. Sebastian scoffs "My Lord!"
Ciel opens his eye to glare at his baffled butler “I believe this matter has no need for your input, surely you understand the details of our contract?"
Sebastian stays quiet as he sees Ciel had stuck him in a rut. It is true. Yet it annoys him that his simple-minded human master had told him about the details of a demonic contract. He lets his eye twitch in annoyance.
"Do not fret, Sebastian" You interrupt, placing a hand against your heart in feign compassion “I do not wish to consume your master's tainted soul.”
Your eyes flush with a beautiful array of pinks, reds and magentas. Your passion is very obvious as it swirls within your eyes when you’re speaking.
Ciel observes your characteristics intently. The young boy notices the way your eyes seem to glow a passionate red whilst you speak (mock) to Sebastian, and how they seem to sparkle under the candlelit room. Ciel believes your eyes are reminiscent to his late aunts ruby hair.
Though, he should be terrified by the powerful aura you hold, he is nothing short of captivated. Even when you were disguised as a figure close to his mother, he could still sense your strong abilities. Although he may not of known of your supernatural prowess, the confidence you radiate when you’re not acting the part of a humble maid is something that matches Sebastian’s cocky attitude.
"If you are to watch over me, I suppose we should disguise you as a maid." Ciel interrupts the bickering that had begun between you and Sebastian in his time spent thinking.
“Perhaps a housekeeper, a higher position.” He ponders, hand cupping his chin.
“Very smart, young master.” Sebastian comments, ignoring how your smile is pissing him off “It means she can speak to us regularly without being questioned.”
Ciel nods.
"Maybe a name change is in place?" He asks as he looks towards the newest member of the Phantomhive manor.
“Whatever you wish, Phantomhive.” You reply, looking towards the young boy. Despite his young age, he is quite a distinguished businessman.
Ciel thinks for a few moments, allowing the sounds of nature to enter the room. The light pitter-patter of the rain against the large expanse of the glass panes is calming to say the least. It adds to the atmosphere of the room that Sebastian had attempted to make for his master.
You glance at Sebastian. He has had his guard up the whole time you were here, which you find quite confusing. You have shown no sign of aggression, just a simple jest here and there with said demon.
"Have you had any past names?" Ciel rips the two from their staging contest. You laugh “It would take me years to list them all, little Phantomhive."
You blink, thinking “You can call me [y/n]. We can just pretend you hired me after your aunts passing.”
Ciel growls lightly "Do not call me that!" You cock a brow. It’s quite easy to rile up the poor thing. Has Sebastian been a good little dog and not crossed the line with little Ciel?
"I think I recall that you are not my master.”
Sebastian hums "I suppose you aren't my Lord, however, technically you don't have a master at all." He glances at you through the corner of his eye, almost smirking as he tries to one up you.
“Her soul has been eaten has it not?"
You nod. “That is a dilemma for me.” You slip the lacy glove from your hand to show the pair the faint marking “It disappeared when she passed, but after reading the letter, it reappeared.”
“Only slightly, though.” Sebastian hums.
The study falls quiet, the only sound being the clock that ticked on the mantelpiece. The soft glow of the room bounces off of the entities present.
The two seem to communicate silently, passing you glances. It unsettles you.
"I hope that you don't get too happy with me being here, I find it tedious." You add, downcasting your eyes to your scratched shoes. The woodlands had done a number on the polished material.
"Perhaps you can be an informant, surely you know quite a bit about the underworld." Ciel asks.
“Oh? and why would I tell you?” You tease half-heartedly.
"Because I have Sebastian" He speaks smugly "I'll just ask him to torture it out of you.”
His attitude is truly vile. A little boy with such tone-deaf confidence really ticks you off.
“Is that anyway to speak to someone that can so easily kill you?" You mutter, tongue clicking against the roof of your mouth in distaste. Sebastian shuffles, turning towards your figure.
Does he not realise you have to desire in hurting the boy?
“Plus I think you’ll find that…” You glance over at Sebastian “I’ll enjoy it.”
"Is that anyway to speak to my Lord?" Sebastian enquires, stepping towards the demoness who changes her gaze to the wall in front of her.
"I'm starting to rethink this proposition, perhaps I will ignore Anne's last order.” A sigh escapes your lips, tired eyes boring into Sebastians so uninterested it makes his blood boil. Sebastian scoffs.
"You call yourself a Faustian demon yet you disobey your masters orders?" Sebastian glares in disgust. You mirror the disgusted look "You may have respect in Hell, but we are on Earth, I shan't feel scrutinised by your words.”
Ciel laughs from his chair, watching the conflict between demons. A voice in his head tells him he should probably be scared as there is a high chance that a demon fight will break out. Sebastian's demon aura grows from his back, magnifying with the blatant disrespect you continue to show but by the cocky smirk on your face, it’s clear you enjoy pushing his buttons.
Perhaps Ciel will bargain to keep you around.
"Your words aren't just blatant disrespect, but I rather find it amusing to think you will get away with what you say.” Sebastian growls. You shrug her shoulders "If you think you'll get me back in Hell then you are wrong, I don't wish to go back there for centuries.”
Sebastian raises an eyebrow "You think I won't get you here? You think lowly of me, darling.” He chuckles lightly as he collects himself.
Ciel hums, his hands resting in his lap "Will you stay [y/n]? I'm sure you would like to get started on your next contract.”
"Yes.” You confirm, "I would like to make a contract, but no souls attract me.”
Your eyes flutter closed for a second, "It's getting late, little Lord, are you sure you're not tired?" You ask, eyes fluttering open to catch the slight slouch in his posture. Ciel’s houlders droop as he tries to keep himself up right, but he fails miserably. He’s still a child after all - he’ll eventually give into his tiredness.
Sebastian turns to his master, his hands toying with the Phantomhive stopwatch and clicking it open. His eyes widen "Unfortunately she is right my Lord, the time is a quarter past twelve.”
Ciel sighs tiredly "I suppose so.”
"What game are you playing at?" Sebastian asks as he walks down the large hallway, candle holder in hand. His eyes flicker occasionally to the demoness beside him who walks along silently.
"Nothing..but now that you say something like that, perhaps I'll start one.” You taunt, fluttering your lashes towards Sebastian who watches with an unreadable expression.
He scoffs "I can tell what sin you are.”
You pouts (although you weren’t trying to hide it), "Really? How about we play a game then?” You pause Sebastian in his stride.
He watches as your hand slivers to grasp around his black tie. Your fingers curve around the material, watching as his eyes flicker between your hand and your face. You pull, relishing in the way he seems to stutter.
Sebastian's eyes waver for a few seconds as he formulates a plan. A smirk widens on his face as he leans closer, there faces barely centimetres apart "Perhaps we can, but I decide the rules'.”
sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: After [y/n]’s past masters untimely death, she finds herself still serving her lady beyond her grave
— promise (noun) a declaration or assurance that one will do something or that a particular thing will happen.
⤷ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 05
Black, midnight hair flows down the expanse of your back in long, full strands. Your black tipped fingers run through the silky strands of hair, brushing it out of your eye-line so you can better see your original form.
Ruby eyes bear into the mirror before you as you carefully run your hands through your long locks, a sense of relief flushes through your body once seeing the dark colours again. A smile even graces your lips once the bright blue of your eyes had finally vanished to reveal your beloved red ones. Like gems trapped in a box. Your red tinted lips finally make an appearance as you had changed the colour to appear less sensual to please your past master.
A crooked smiles rests upon your lips as you think about how you first met Anne.
"I'm all alone" She wails, her hands grasping at her hair and pulling painfully at the crimson tendrils "I'll never be loved!" She screams, raw emotion coursing through her body at rapid speeds.
Her screams are ear-piercing and certainly unladylike but the redhead can't bring herself to care at the moment.
"Someone just love me! Promise to not leave me life everyone else has!" She cries, her bottom lip quivering "I would do anything!" She reaches her breaking point as she slams her fists against the cold tile flooring of manor.
Her body lays in an unnatural and pitying looking state.
"Would you even make a deal with the devil?" A cool voice breaks through the hysteria. Anne gasps, swallowing her cries as her bloodshot eyes dart across the room. She freezes as she spots a black mass sitting in the corner of the room watching her with unwavering confidence. Two red, crimson eyes peek out from the mass and a mouth, which glistens under the rays of sunlight that spill into the room.
"Yes!" She cries, too deep in her sadness. Strangely, Ann feels safe within the presence of the mass.
"Usually, I don't make deals with cry babies but the pain of your soul is tempting" The mass mockingly laughs at Ann as it slowly makes its way over to Ann's hunched figure.
Ann continues to let her tears fall as she watches a figure form within the mass. She watches as long, lean legs begin to form with black stiletto heels connected to them. Her eyes waver as she notices the sharpness of the heels.
"What are you?" She asks, rubbing her eyes to clear her vision. By the time she opens her eyes the torso of the mass had been formed.
A womanly figure appears, something Anne hadn't seen before. She feels a sense of eroticism as she looks at the latex clad figure. It sticks to the human figure like a second skin.
Her eyes focus on every part of the figure and drink it in. Midnight sharp claws extend from the hands like ones from a big cat. Anne swallows thickly as she takes in the danger of the claws along with the shoes.
"Anything you wish Dear, I will do anything you request of me on one condition.” The mass speaks. Finally the face comes into view and Ann marvels at the features.
Her eyes are immediately drawn to the cat shaped eyes that stare at her, the black pupils staring straight into Anne’s. Her gaze is sharp and judging, making Anne feel like a spec of dirt under the creature's shoe.
Her long hair falls around her like a coat with streaks of red appearing in the locks. Anne makes out black markings around the expanse of her neck, wrapping around it like some sort of tattooed necklace.
"Yes! What is the condition?" Anne asks, getting into a kneeling position. The creature smirks, allowing her tongue to come out and lick her red lips predatorily “Once our deal is done with, I get to consume your soul.”
Anne’s eyes widen "M-my soul?" She stutters. The creature nods, showing off its sharp teeth.
"Only after our deal is completed.” She reminds the red headed female. The girl nods frantically "You can have my soul!"
"Very well, what is our deal then?" She asks.
Anne takes no time to think about it "Promise to never leave me for as long as I live!"
"I believe I should get going now, Addie, thank you for your hospitality" You nod at the Undertaker who sits upon one of his many coffins. His face is covered by long strands of his ivory hair, making it impossible to see the face underneath the mass.
The Undertaker sighs "You're leaving now, Dearie?"
You nod softly, taking steps towards where the Undertaker sits. His slouched frame still towers over your standing position. Your eyes scan his face as you bring a gloved hand towards his face to push his unkempt fringe. The motion causes his black hat to fall in the process.
His large green orbs drink in the sight of your expressionless face. Silence falls between you both as you stare at each others features.
Your hand slowly comes to cup his pale cheek.
"Still handsome, Addie" You tease, allowing your thumb to slyly press against his bottom lip. A cunning smile falls across his face. He sighs "What else shout I expect from you, huh?"
You mirror the crude smile “I only tell the truth.”
The Undertaker watches carefully, his eyes flicking to the door to see if it was open. Luckily it remained closed "What can I expect from the sin of Lust?"
The fuchsia pink flashes across your ruby eyes at the name. Your fingers fall to his lap, tracing patterns against the dark material "Yet you still wear so much clothes around me.”
The Undertaker laughs, pushing himself from the coffin and grabbing his hat. He raises his hand to rake his fingers through his fringe but it’s stopped by your hand grasping his wrist. He stares at you quietly.
"I may not see you for a while again.” You whispers, leaning closer to the silver haired shinigami.
"Won't you let me give you a reminder so you won't forget me like last time?" Your lips hover only a few millimetres away from his. His eyes dart around the shop as he thinks about the outcomes of the situation before him.
His fingers come up to rake through your hair, allowing each silky strands to falls between his fingers.
He uses the advantage to pull your head closer, relishing in the way you gasp at the sudden movement.
“Alright Dearie"
You wander aimlessly. Theoretically, you could return to the demon realm but after being gone for so long you finds no desire in being there. Even demons resent their birthplace. You see, not every demon desires to be held up in a dreary and dark place until a soul who peaks your interest appears. Especially since it can take a while -centuries even!
Being in the human realm makes it easier, makes it fun. Perhaps its the theatrics of having to fit in and blend amongst the crowd.
Twigs snap under your worn shoes as you travel through the forest grounds lonesomely. You had finally retired out of the old, wrinkled maid uniform and into your 'normal' attire. It's just a dress with a pair of heels — from Anne’s closet. You had received a letter a few days ago that Madam Red had written a few months back, probably in the event that her Jack the Ripper activities would kill her in the future.
Due to what was requested, you were stuck in a stalemate of having to follow a dead masters orders. You had encountered this before as the soul wasn’t completely consumed but Anne’s letter was a tricky one. Your contract should be done, but a faint insignia had appeared on your hand where your previous contract was engraved.
You kick at the sticks, grunting at your own predicament. You have no demon to ask or go to.
"They should really create a rule that you can't have orders that go beyond your death.” You scowl as you rant to yourself.
A piece of debris flies into the bushes in front of you, causing whatever is inside to rustle. You pause, assessing the bush.
"Don't be shy, I heard you.”
You stand still and allows the person to make themselves known.
Silence.
You sigh, pushing yourself from your still position and leap towards the bush. Your hands just graze the figure of whatever was inside before you’re rudely tackled to the ground.
An ambush. How original.
"Sebastian!" You scowl and push the body off of your own. His familiar ambery scent had attacked your nostrils the moment he ambushed you from your right side. The demon smirks as he stands up, watching as you scramble to wipe dirt off of your clean clothes.
"What are you doing here?" You ask, looking towards the bushes. Ciel emerges with his regular bratty scowl.
He glares "Don't you realise that you are on my property? I should be asking you that question!"
"Really? I suppose I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings" You shrug casually, “I had orders to come here anyway.
Ciel cocks an eyebrow "You already got a new master?" He asks. Shaking your head, you frown. "Your aunt gave me an order that I must continue even beyond her death.”
Sebastian sighs "It is such a downer to have to complete an order even when your masters soul has been consumed.”
"Well then, what has Madam Red asked of you?" Ciel asks, tapping his cane against the forest floor.
You hums, tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip.
for the demon!reader x Sebastian like maybe reader is the ((mysterious)) bodyguard to a nobleman ciel and sebby are investigating and they don’t realize reader is a demon until they confront the noble who tries to use reader to escape?
sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs: After being notified by the Queen, Ciel and Sebastian leave to investigate the nobleman who happens to be your master. But, there is one problem. You can't reveal your demonic side
ᴀ/ɴ: reader is a female — mentions of blood and graphic death ig?
“Will they find us here, [y/n]?” Your contract - sorry - master asks frightfully. The whole time you had been escaping the enfuriated demon your masters heart had been beating incredibly fast. To be honest, he was asking to be caught! A beating heart is a demons tracking device for goodness sake!
You hum, hands placed on your hips as you stare at the desolate land you had hid your master on “Most likely”
Your master shrieks “Then we should go elsewhere!” He’s shaking, looking like a scolded child as his eyes well with frightened tears. He’s yelling at you as adrenaline spikes through his body.
“Master” your voice is strict “That man is a demon, he will find us one way or another” It’s the inevitable. Demons are smart, incredibly quick thinking and intelligent creatures. Superior to humans in all forms yet humans shake in their boots when they make foolish contracts all the while knowing the consequences.
The wind whistles by your ears harshly as a blank sky begins to darken above your beings. The blank sky reflects dully against the lapping waves rocking against the grey and dirtied ground made of pebbles and jagged rocks. There’s a small greenery to your left that’s all but alive - and you’re sure if the other demon were to make an appearance he would be hiding within the overgrown strands of grass and trees.
“[y/n], m-maybe we should find somewhere to hide” The man cries shakily, shivering as the relentless whips of air crack against his pale skin. His greying hair blows messily against his face as he stares up at your taller frame. The ends of your dress wave in the violent wind he finds unbearable but you continue to watch your surroundings.
“[y/n]?”
“He’s here” You notify your master as you watch an unusual movement between the trees, grass and dying bushes. There’s a faint flash of black and white as he presumably hides his own master. You don’t care for that child - as much as his soul seems tempting - your here for once reason.
It was your masters time to die.
Blood splatters onto the cracked ground beneath the four beings stranded on the unpopulated island not that far off the shoreline near your ex-masters mansion.
Browning splatters of blood cake and destroy the white fabric of your ripped maid dress due to the hour long dual of demon versus demon. Both demons knew that one wasn’t trying as hard as they could - their master had never ordered them to win the match or specifically save them from the hands of the other supernatural being.
“Why didn’t you try?” The young Phantomhive asks as he dusts the dirt off of his clothing. The demoness stares quietly as she walks over to the beaten and bruised body of her ex master. His blood was pooled around his larger frame, coating the pale skin in a red and brown hue. The metallic smell is strong, filling the noses of both demons who stare at the lifeless body displayed over a sharp rock that had impaled the past-noble through his midsection.
It’s a gruesome scene and not for the faint hearted. Sebastian busies himself with making sure his master is all right and hadn’t been scraped or cut by the flying pieces of debris and limbs from only a few mere minutes ago.
“I suppose we’ll leave you here then” Ciel announces as he clicks his cane against the rock below him. You’re not under a contract anymore and free to do as you please.
But..It feel wrong now.
“i suppose so” You nod, complying with the words of the teenage boy who peers at you below his blue hair. Sebastian stands stiffly beside his master as he looks down at his pocket watch.
“It’s almost time for tea, young lord” Sebastian reminds his master as he begins to walk away, almost disappearing into the green with the young boy before he tossed a look over his shoulder.
His eyes tint an alluring magenta, a silently message between both demons who nod lightly towards each other.
— fleeting (adjective) lasting for a very short time
⤷ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 04
Soft footsteps resonate in the night air making your presence known. Your slow, calculated steps radiate an unwavering confidence in your strive.
Your destination is only a few feet in front of you. The sight makes your heart pound with a mixture of dread and excitement.
The familiar, dreary outside of the old, rickety shop would usually scare off most people, but you find a weird comfort in the sight. You’ve spent many hours behind closed doors in the establishment, good and bad.
click, click, click
You raise a gloved fist, knocking at the wooden door to announce your precedes. You’re sure he’s not expecting visitors.
Silence meets your greeting, yet the door clicks open with a painful groan. The outside light shines a beaming spotlight inside, highlighting the creepy interior.
The inside is dimly lit with a few candles scattered about. Your eyes scan the area, ironically finding no sign of life inside the establishment.
"Who may I help at this time of night?" A curious male voice calls out from a dark corner of the room. You smile, bending your neck slightly to see into the darkness of the room.
"Don't you remember me?" You ask teasingly, a seductive red flashing across your irises. He shuffles from his corner, the light slowly showing off his features. His Cheshire grin breaks through the light "It's you my Dearie!" He exclaims excitedly, his arms flailing into the air as he extends for a hug.
A soft smile graces your features as you let out a soft laugh.
"I've missed you!" You greet, falling into the long arms of the long-lost friend. His long, midnight black fingers comb through your locks, causing a shiver to run up your spine as his nails ghost over the skin of your scalp. You relish in the familiar feeling.
"It's been years my Dear, I see you've taken up the occupation of a maid." He scans your outfit from under his long fringe. You nods curtly "Not for much longer, I’m afraid.”
The Undertaker hums, an almost eerie smile spreading on his face as he walks around his shop to lift a ceramic plate from one of the coffins. The plate is stacked with bone shaped biscuits. He happily takes one with an excited chew, offering the platter to yourself.
You shakes your head, putting a polite hand up "I'm much alright."
The Undertaker frowns, setting the plate back onto the ceramic coffin lid.
“Although I request one thing of you, Addie" The Undertaker perks at the sound of his nickname "Please allow me to help with my late masters funeral.”
The day of your late masters funeral came quickly. Days of catching up with your old friend were nice but it lead to a feeling of strange warmth creeping into your chest as you think back on it. Happiness.
What a foul feeling for a demon to feel.
During the planning duration, you had spoke to Ciel and Sebastian who came by every few days to check up on preparations. Everything flew by quickly and thanks to your abnormally fast speed, you pretty much completed the whole thing a few days than what the Undertaker would.
"Don't you think this is a bit too much?" Sebastian asks as he stares at the carriage full of red rose petals. The Undertaker giggles under his mop of hair and brings a sleeve up to cover his mouth.
You stare at the oak doors, waiting to hear the bells from the Chapel.
"Although I'm the opposite of purity, churches sure are beautiful.” You observe the large, white building. It was sleek and tall, elegant. Just right for your Lady. You’re still wearing Anne’s uniform, but the dress had quickly become wrinkled over time. The sight would’ve once bothered you, but due to the circumstance, it doesn’t.
Sebastian scoffs from beside you.
You raise an inquisitive brow at the staring demon.
"Don't tell me your one of 'them' demons." He spits with pure disgust laced in his words.
You huff, crossing your arms across your chest as you look at the demon.
“First of all I am a demoness, Michaelis, and secondly, I do not have fun holding grudges against people for no reason, even if they are angels.”
Sebastian observes the pouting face. He finds it quite funny really, as he believes you look more like an angel in a demon’s clothes.
Your forms were also quite hilarious as Sebastian had taken a form to his masters father, Victor, and you had taken one closest to Anne's sister, Victors wife.
You had copied Rachel's long blonde hair, which fell down your back with impossibly perfect waves similar to a waterfall. You had her lean figure too but because demons and demonesses are meant to appear like beautiful beings - figures of temptations, Sebastian was comfortable in saying you looked a lot more beautiful than Rachel.
Sebastian was so caught up in his staring and pondering that he almost missed the sound of the large doors opening and the Undertaker letting the roses slowly fly in like a herd of butterflies. One of the petals grazed Elizabeth's being, as if it were a gentle kiss from Anne herself.
The scene is beautiful, Madams body laying peacefully in her casket as the colour she had bittersweet memories with encased her for one last time.
"I haven't been to one of my clients funerals in a long time" The Undertaker giggles, watching as the people start to filter out. Many are distressed but others are fine, only tagging along as they had business connection to Madam Red. You watch silently, following the blood kissed rose petals as they flew around the Phantomhive family.
Sebastians master, Ciel Phantomhive was surely an exquisite soul and you quite admire the wait Sebastian is willing to do if he took on a master this young. Your eyes follow his eye patch, wondering what Sebastians mark looked like.
"Excuse me.” Ciel mutters, looking up at your taller figure. You hum, "May I help you?"
Ciel stares quietly for a few minutes "If I may ask, what are you planning to do now?" His fingers tap his cane against the grass gently.
You exhale, crossing your hands over your creased apron. “I suppose you’d like to know since I served your aunt.”
Ciel nods, taking in your familiar features. It’s quite demented really, as the face of his father and mother haunt him daily.
"Perhaps I shall pursue another soul in England?" You ponder, "I'm quite liking the fake elegance of these corrupted citizens.”
Ciel puffs "Very well.”
He takes his leave, ordering his butler to follow along quickly. He spares no extra look towards yourself. You watch along warily, your gaze on the taller butlers back. He must've sensed your gaze as he turns around, a pink glaze swirling in his orbs. His face remains cold but the message sent from the colourful swirls.
Within minutes you’re left alone. The wind tousles with your long strands, but you pay no mind as you stare at the fleeting sun. Your gloved hand slivers towards the pocket of your apron, grasping the golden pocket-watch sat within. Your thumb runs along the ridges, smoothing over Anne’s family initials that are carved into metal casing.
"It's only 4 and the sun decides to say goodbye, how inconsiderate.”
sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs: After being notified by the Queen, Ciel and Sebastian leave to investigate the nobleman who happens to be your master. But, there is one problem. You can't reveal your demonic side
ᴀ/ɴ: reader is a female — should i make a part two?
“[y/n]!” The curt calling of your master rings through your ears, disrupting you from your duties for the nth time that day. At times like this you feel like having a contract with a young child would be less demanding; this man can’t do anything for himself.
From your position on the floor you begin to fold the clothes you had been previously scrubbing. There’s no point in moving due to the pounding footsteps of your master running through the mansions walls, echoing horribly into your own sensitive ears. You adjust your dress as you stand up, brushing off the invisible dirt that’s gathered on the hem of the long black and white dress. It’s quite impractical really, you always end up ripping it when in battle so he’s issued you a shorter one.
Pervert.
“Yes, my Lord?” A sweet smile spreads across your cherry red lips, eyes glittering slightly as you try your best to look like the head maid you aspire to be. If you’re going to live this part of your life as a maid then certainly you should play with the aesthetic.
He huffs heavily as he regains his breath “The Phantomhive boy is visiting and I think the Queen is onto me!” He exclaims, voice quivering as he thinks about what the Queen would do to him if she really found out what he’s done.
A laugh falls from your lips “I’ve seen this event countless times in my life, master” You peer through your lashes at him “Do you really have no faith in me?”
“Good evening, Mr.Phantomhive” Greeting politely as a good maid should do, you hold the door open as you bow slightly to the young Earl “May I take your coat for you?”
Ciel glares as he looks up at you “That is not needed” He glances up at his taller butler, knocking his leg with his cane as some sort of secret code. The butler only nods as he mirrors the polite smile of your face.
“If you follow me I can show you to the dining hall” Your master is sitting nervously at the large dining table, most likely sweating buckets and giving away the fact that he indeed should be investigated. You almost wanted to scream at your masters behaviour. How hard is it to lie?
“Thank you” Sebastian thanks you on behalf of his master, allowing you to walk in front in order to guide them through the large halls.
You know what he is. Sebastian doesn’t hide his true form from being found out by other demonic entities. He walks with confidence - something you admire him for. But surely being secretive would be so much more fun.
Three, sharp and calculated knocks against the wedged open oak door allows it to fall open slightly, announcing your precede merely seconds before you open the door.
“Your guests are here, my Lord” With a poised bow, you motion the Earl to walk to the table with his butler. Your Master is currently introducing himself with a shaky voice. You almost laugh; he’s scared of a child.
The dinner goes as smoothly (besides the last minute prevented spillage of red wine on the white table cloth) as you could have planned. The conversation flows surprisingly well and you master seems to have regained his confidence, talking as if he weren’t a suspect of a mass drug dealage.
But, all good things come to a halt when Ciel’s butler returns. He claimed he had gone back out to the carriage to get a gift that the Earl had purchased for your master for being gracious enough to have him as a guest but you already know what he was doing.
He was finding evidence.
“Thank you for the dinner, Lord Montgomery, but we have to cut the after-party short” The young Phantomhive stands up from the table with a force that shakes the delicate wine glasses, teasingly tipping over. Your hands are folded in front of your stomach, thumb rubbing over the marking carved into the back of your right hand.
It almost glows as your being sparks with excitement. The black lace glove barely covers the marking, not to mention the black pigment of your nail beds.
“We’ll have to..get rid of you now” Ciel hums, hands coming up to his eyepatch to pull it down. A wave of shock covers your body - this demon had marked this child on its eyes? How..How exciting.
Your master quivers in his chair as Sebastian throws the crinkled documents across the large span of the dark oak table. You know he’ll call out to you any minute know - begging for a last minute escape.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t have you touching my master” You decide to interrupt the party before it got too out of hand. Your hand falls on the shaking mans shoulder, nails digging into the fabric of your suit.
“I plan to keep my contract as healthy as I can” An amused smile dances across your lips, enjoying how the Phantomhive boy and butler connects the dots. A comically shocked expression falls across the blue haired boys eye.
“I’m sure you know, Sebastian” A sickeningly sweet laugh falls from your lips “The soul doesn’t taste as nice if the holders body is beaten and bruised” With a flick of your wrist, the table is sent flying at the other party, stunting them with the sudden foul play. Sebastian had barely caught his contract before the table would have done some damage.
summary: Bad things come in three. Death, shinigami and the loss of a contract.
— façade (noun) a deceptive outward appearance
⤷ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 03
The ominous clicking of nearby heels catches the attention of the four figures who are brawling in a dark alleyway. The scent of blood is overpowering, almost encasing every air particle with its metallic smell. The two butlers continue to fight whilst the two humans sat nearby, listening to the footsteps growing closer.
They never speed up, and they never speed down. They keep the same consistent speed and it's almost terrifying.
"Sebastian! Who is this?" Ciel asks his butler. Sebastian grasps the chainsaw between two hands and pushes it away from his body, his head snapping to the right to watch the outline of a figure appearing from the dark. He first notices the striking magenta eyes that watch unwaveringly. He smirks, knowing exactly who is coming his way.
"Someone we know, master." He smirks and takes the time to shove the chainsaw away from him and back at Grell who loses balance and falls back, his death scythe skidding along the rocky floor.
As the footsteps grow closer, Sebastians smirk widens. The figure slowly walks into the dim light of the street lanterns, their stoic expression still present on their face.
"(Y/n)! What age you doing here?" Anne is flabbergasted, clutching her knife close to her body. You take in the sight in front of you.
Ciel is laying on the floor, Sebastians jacket laying over his small frame, Anne stands nearby with a weapon clutched in her hand and what you assume to be Grell's true form lingering in front of Anne.
"A reaper, how interesting.” You hums, glaring at the long red hair that falls around Grell's form.
“I knew you weren’t a butler as you were abysmal. A reaper, however, explains a lot.” You tut at the redhead, watching as your response causes Grell to become aggravated. He is quick to pick up his scythe, swinging the weapon around dangerously in anger.
You swiftly dodged his attack and slide towards your left, coincidentally sliding beside Ciel’s cowering form. For the first time in your life, you’ve seen fear cross the young boys face.
It’s… interesting.
"A maid like you should know better than to cause me trouble!" Grell growls, revving the chainsaw.
You scoff "I did not come to fight, Grell.”
Grell huffs and grasps his scythe, aiming for Sebastian instead. Your eyes flicker between both parties. Despite coming here to better understand why Anne is doing whatever she is doing, you can’t help but feel as if the woman in front of you is not the same woman you made a contract with.
You don’t feel compelled to help her.
"You shouldn't have been born you selfish brat!" Anne cries as she lifts her knife, a murderous look in her eyes.
Your eyes widen. Anne is going to kill her nephew? Her truest beloved nephew that she wanted to adopt? This plot-twist is absolutely divine.
Anne’s soul becomes more ravishing as the seconds pass.
The excitement causes your eyes flutter for a second too long, as your excitement fogs your mind and clarity.
"Sebastian, don't kill her!" Ciel’s tragic scream breaks you from your daydream. Sebastian is just seconds away from laying hands in your precious master. Your tainted soul.
You’re jumping before you realise, and you and Sebastian are intwined almost immediately. Your bodies flatter to the floor as the wind is knocked from your lungs. Sebastian growls, struggling beneath your body and the clutter on the ground which prevents his free range of movement.
"I can't kill him!" Anne suddenly cries.
You falter. Anne is backing out of it? The darkness around her soul disappears and becomes as tasteless as it was before.
You shout, hands scrambling to your ribs as you’re sent flying backwards into scattered pallets of wood. Sebastian had took your moment of distraction to kick you off of his flailing figure.
You groans as strips of wood clatter around you and thwack against your head and arms. You waver due to pain, barely grasping the world around her before the death scythe Grell holds plunges into Anne's chest.
"Lady Red!" You cry, flying from the dust and dirt and towards Grell who had his scythe buried into her body. Your hands wrap around the chainsaw, pulling it from the deep cavity in Anne’s chest. Blood splatters across your face and body, coating you in a deep, thick red.
Your hands scramble to cup Anne’s cheeks. Anne’s tears mix with the red in your hands, creating a watercolour palette of light red and pink hues across her pale cheeks. She whimpers in pain, her body convulsing on the cold cobble floor.
"R-Rachel?" Anne croaks out, her hands shakily coming up to grasp at your face. You smile, eyes closing as you allow her to gaze upon your familiar features.
"It's me, my Lady, don't you remember?" You ask as a tender look flashes within your eyes. Anne breathes shakily "My dear (y/n).."
"You took the form of something similar to my sister.. I remember now" Anne speaks to herself "A kind demon.. I'm grateful.” Anne chokes, blood splattering from her mouth as she lets coughs wrack through her body. Her fingers clumsily tug your blonde strands. You had copied everything down to the shade of Rachel’s hair.
"It was nice to serve you my Lady:" (y/n) hums, your eyes fixated on the life leaving your masters eyes.
"Thank you, (y/n), I hope you enjoy my soul." She thanks you for your 10 years of hard work. It takes you off-guard. You cannot recall the last contract to thank you for your work. Most were too ill or were cowering with fear because you were now due to eat their soul.
“Rest now.” You speak, watching as the colour rapidly leaves Anne’s face. You ignore how the blood from her large wound leaks onto the ground and begins to pool around your knees.
She smiles weakly, turning her head to meet her crouching nephew who had clambered over in your short moment with Anne.
"I love you Ciel, please take care." Ciel nods, placing a hand on his aunts.
Her eyes close, signalling that she has left. You let your hands linger on her skin, feeling the familiar ice cold touch begin to creep in. Perhaps the cool night air was aiding in producing the same sensation, but you hesitantly pull back.
You remove the glove on your left hand. The contract had completely faded, leaving your hand blank. Her soul was ready to consume.
You shuffle, pulling Anne's head into your lap. The blood from your dress begins to soak into her hair, but that would be the morticians problem.
You lower your lips just centimetres before her own and use your thumb to lightly pull her lips apart. A deep red mist transfers between your mouths.
Her soul was red too, everything she suited was always red. Even in death, red was her colour.
"Sebastian, kill Grell." Ciel orders coldly, not baring to watch how you consume his aunts soul. Sebastian seems to hesitate but complies.
You smile, finally feeling full after a decade of waiting.
You caress Anne's head, ignoring how her blood stains the white material of your dress glove.
“Will you throw a funeral?” You ask the young Phantomhive. Ciel watches your crouched form and how you seemingly actually care for his aunt. He knows Sebastian would throw him to the dogs when he was done.
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