Truth and Hope or Lies and Despair

Chapter Five "Betrayal"

~* Venus's POV *~

"Shall we go over the plan again?" I asked. Ciel and Sebastian nodded.

"Once the Dark Knights have entered the arsenal, a bomb will go off. We will use that as a distraction and see who they protect the most. Whoever they protect should be their leader. If their leader is not there, we capture one of their men to interrogate. Since they came to buy guns and bombs, we will give it to them so they won't get suspicious. But, the bombs will fake. I will place a tracker on one of their men so we will know their every move," I stated.

They both nodded before going back to whatever they were doing before. I walked back to my room before I locked the door. My eyes fell upon the stack of files I have on my desk. I picked up a few files before sighing.

I've been doing my research on Sebastian Michaelis. What's odd is that he has no files on him. It was like he didn't exist or he's not supposed to exist. What made me more suspicious are his abilities. He can do inhumanly things.

--- Flashback ---

I was peacefully reading a book in the library when Sebastian walked in. I hid behind a bookshelf and watched him. He was dusting a vase when all of a sudden he vanished. He was suddenly dusting the windows. He vanished once again only to be seen polishing the railings.

He disappeared once more. "May I ask what you're doing, Lady Venus?" I turned around and saw Sebastian.

"Reading," I said with a blank expression. How can he do that? There is no way any human can do that.

"Were you an athlete before you became a butler?" I asked suspiciously. If he was, maybe that could explain it.

"Of course not," he replied, a hand placed firmly over his chest.

He smiled before he spoke. "I am simply one hell of a butler."

--- Flashback Over ---

One hell of a butler? Isn't that an odd phrase? It has to have a secret meaning behind it.

My eyes skimmed over an article in the late 1700's. I scanned the picture in the article before I found something. There was a picture of the Schönbrunn Palace hosting a ball. In the picture, there was a woman and a man dancing happily. At first glance, it doesn't look suspicious. But if you look closer, there are two people in the background doing Viennese waltz.

The man who was dancing caught my eyes. His face was a little blurry but there were a distinct similarity to Sebastian's facial features. "How odd," I muttered to myself. I looked at the date this picture was taken. This picture was taken on May 18, 1759.

How can Sebastian be alive in 1759? Is that even possible? I pondered over the thought that he might not be human at all. Is he a Shinigami?

My thoughts were cut off by my vision blurring. I blinked. The floors were oozing out blood. My feet were bound together by shackles. I stood up and turned around. The murderer stood there with a gun pointed at me.

"I remember your parents' screams. Especially your mother's. She was shouting at you to run but poor little you were frozen in fear," he said, his voice coated with fake sweetness.

"No, this isn't real," I reminded myself. He walked up to me and smiled deviously making me take a step back.

"Oh but it is," he grinned before caressing my cheek. I flinched away from his touch. He noticed this and his face darkened.

"You'll regret being alive," he whispered before pulling the trigger.

He suddenly disappeared. Sebastian stood in front of me. "Are you alright, milady?" When did he get here? I gave him a blank look and nodded.