A Grim Reapers Daughter (Black Butlers Undertaker x oc)

40: Who are you? (part 3)

Previously:
"You might have your answers here," she said. "Though I doubt it because what you're trying to do is dangerous and impossible beyond magic and science," Wolf said.

Victoria's POV:

All five boys came back, but I was too busy figuring out time and magic and how to combine them. "How's it going?" That was Will from the door. "Great, I got the first step down," I said. "Which is?" "Drawing two circles on the floor, one inside the other." This's gonna take me all night, I mean are these symbols or letters. "You should take a break, besides pizzas here." "You had me at pizza, now get out."

🍕time skip🍕

I needed a break, and food, and what better food to share then one that comes in 10 pieces. We needed a bigger table, so we all sat on the floor—except for two lookalikes—using the console table for our cups and plates. "So my fake sis, any progress on the song?" Ronald asked. "Nothing but the tune and a few words bro."
"Let's hear it," my younger dad said. "W-what?" "Let's hear your song."
"You can't, because so far the words I've got are bigger picture, friendship, and bond. I can't find the words in between and I know they're in here. I can feel it."
"With respect darling, I think what you're feeling is gas," Grell said. Dad started laughing and the other spit out soda before he laughed. "Way to go Grell, you got them, you're not getting either of them, but you got them," I said.

💀🖤time skip🖤💀

Undertaker's POV:

After three more hours in her room, she was out cold. I noticed she had her spell and music book open. What's small turned to a friendship, a friendship turned to a bond. "This sounds beautiful, Victoria." I picked her up and put her to bed. "I can't wait to hear it finished." When I left her room he was at the front door.
It still feels like I'm looking in a mirror. "Let's go," I said. We roof jumped to the tallest building in the city and stayed in the center so no one could see us. "What do you want to tell me?" I took off my hat, "it's more like," I didn't finish the sentence I just showed him the scar on my face. "This is why I don't show my face in the human realm, not just to keep my identity a secret, but what would they think if they saw this."
"How did it . . . happen?" I put my hat back on. "That is a journey that you'll have to face yourself," I said. "And what of this?" he moved his fingers through the scythes blade. I patted my back, "Safe and sound."

💀🖤time skip because I'm lazy and it's that time of the month🖤💀

Victoria's POV:

It took two more days but I got it, now the question is where do we do it. "Why not where it all started, at the manor," My so-called younger dad said. "That's actually not a bad idea." "Heeheehee I cannot wait to se the young Earls face," Undertaker said. "Wait young?" I got dressed in my green corset top, a leather green jacket, fingerless gloves, black jeans and boots. (The same outfit from ch 32). As always I had my necklace on and I decided to let my hair loose, I brought my mothers book for good luck. "Come on boys, we gotta do this before six."

💀🖤at Phantomhive manor🖤💀

There was nothing but silence in the ballroom. The young Earl and his butler, Sullivan and her butler, two twin reapers, the other five, and me doing magic.
Two circles, six symbols, and inside the circle it looks like a clock—except the numbers 6 and 12 are in Roman numerals. I picked out a piece of my hair.
"Hey guys can I borrow a piece of your hair thanks." I just pulled one out.
"Ouch!"
"Hey!"
With my hair I tied them together, but I made sure my dads piece was on the left and the other on the right. I drew a line down the middle as if it was 6 o'clock, then put the hair in the center of the clock, and now for the tricky part.
"Sebastian may I borrow one of your knifes?" I said. "This one cuts through well done meat," he said, "it should do the trick." It looks pretty sharp . . . "Thank you." I cut my left palm and slowly let a drop of my blood fall on our hair, then on the right side of number 6 and on the left of number 12. My cut healed and I put the glove on. My hands were glowing green, as I cast the spell I moved my hands as if they were turning the clock back.

Undertaker's POV:

Victoria stopped . . . Then the floor began to shake. She had her death scythe in her hands, and slowly, she cut open a hole-like portal in the floor. Then her scythe disappeared and this wave of energy came out her hands, holding the portal open.
"This is it," she said.

Victoria's POV:

"You expect me to jump into that?" God he's stubborn. "It's the only way back," I said. Thais was getting hard to hold. "Please you have to do it now," I said. He looked hesitant at first—looked back at Undertaker and whispered something—then he slowly started walking towards me. He was inches from the edge then looked at me. "I look forward to having you as my daughter, Victoria." The side of my father that was once in the GRDA, was gone. When he left I put my hands down, I collapsed on the floor, there was no energy left in me.

Undertaker's POV:

She was getting paler by the minute. I held her in my arms and pulled out a bottle of blood from her country, slowly pouring it in her mouth. "Come on Victoria, wake up," I said. I stopped . . . Her hand started twitching . . . her eyes opened. Those beautiful red eyes that I haven't seen since she went to her home. "B-blood." I gave her the bottle and she drank all that was left. She threw it to where the reapers were. "It's still not enough." She looked to the butler and hissed, then back at me with fear. "Don't ever make or let me do magic like that ever again."
I took her in my arms and embraced her. "My dear, your true magic is in your beautiful voice when you sing," I said.

She was asleep in one of the guests rooms. I sat on the chaise sofa watching for any signs of movement, but she was a sleeping corpse—chest moving up and down. "Anything strange?" "Hihi, nothing but you here, young Earl," I said. He had two bottles with him. "Here, Sebastian said this should heal her if she wakes up, he might have stolen this from the hospital." "Thank you." He looked at her while walking out. "Undertaker,"
"Hhmm?"
"You're doing a really good job taking care of her." Those words caught me off guard. "And you were right, she is powerful." The young Earl left her to sleep and me to guard her. "Hehe, once again, thank you Earl Phantomhive."