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The fifth circle of hell is reserved for the angry and wrath-filled. The souls battle in the river Styx, fighting drowning.
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The man drags Felix by the collar out of the building. Felix seems to be on trying to warn me of something. Then, a flicker of gold passes me, whizzing by quicker than lightning. Ciel's arm is pinned to the wall, and Sebastian begins to fight the other three men that help the man in blue. They are all wearing what resembles priestly uniforms, but the color of the sky. I want to help them, but my loyalties lie elsewhere. No sooner than I turn around, Felix is gone.
"Felix!" I shout, my eyes unexpectedly clouding with tears as I race outside. I don't see him. I feel panic creeping in, almost consuming me. I can't find them anymore. Then, I notice someone on the adjacent stone bridge over the river. It's another man, similarly dressed, and I head that way. I hate running, and I'm usually so slow, but now, I feel like I could run forever.
"Felix! Felix!" Please be okay. Please. I don't know what's come over me. I'll kill them. I'll kill any last one of them. I don't care for a moment if they are priests, or bishops or religious at all. I know now, in this moment, that I'm finally fully on Felix's side. If anyone serves a God who would hurt someone who broke tradition, ended a demonic pact to help me, then what's worth revering in such a power? If that's God's will, then I won't abide in it. I'll stop them. I'll end them. Every last one. I love him. He loves me. That should be enough.
The man behind me materializes quicker than I can manage to turn around. I feel a pressure against my head and I'm falling. I feel water swirl around me as I sink into the cold waters of the Hudson.
"Brenna! Come, look! Everything is so beautiful." My brother and sisters are calling me to the backyard. They're singing to me.
Come thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing thy grace
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
I'll praise the mount I'm fixed upon it
Mount of thy redeeming love
Here I raise my Ebenezer
Hither by thy help I come
And I hope by thy good pleasure
Safely to arrive at home
"Good to see you again, honey." My father smiles at me as my mother rocks my baby sister. I feel peaceful.
Their song continues, as I drift away, slowly, calmly, easily.
"Brenna!" It's Ciel's voice that calls to me. That's odd. I never knew him when I was little.
"Brenna!" I choke, and it all starts coming back. Rushing, searing pain flows through my lungs. I feel like I'm on fire.
"Sit her up!" It's an order, one which sounds emotional. Does he care what happens to me? Sebastian! Get her to cough out the water."
Slowly, I open my eyes. Black hair falls in my face, and a familiar aroma drifts in the air around me. Sunlight catches on violet eyes as they shine, like saving, angelic beacons, a lighthouse, a candle, a rescue for me, lost at sea. I blink, raisng my hand to touch his face.
"Felix?"
"No." A grin crosses the lips of my rescuer. "But I could be -" the man pauses.
"Sebastian!" I almost yell.
He leans closer to me, and places his lips on mine.
"Get OFF of me, you apostate of SATAN!" He lets me go, relativley bemused, but still, evidently, acutley interested.
"I can see there's no need for mouth to mouth recesitation."
"You looked like you were enjoying that." Ciel mumbles.
"Not at all, my Lord."
"Surely." He scoffs. "Thank you for saving her." He looks down at me, then away. I shake my head.
"You saved me?" I look down. I'm covered in water.
"That man hit you with a rock and shoved you off the bridge." He laughs. "They took your husband to the closest cathedral, to conduct a sacrifice."
"Felix!" I yell, scrambling up, my hair drenching my shoulders.
With Sebastian and a slightly disgruntled Ciel in tow, we near the doors of the nearby church, ready to save a demon by killing several fairly obvious religious figures on presumably holy ground. I have no doubt of whose side I'm on now. I just pray God's with me, too.
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Kuroshitsuji: Seventh Sin
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