His Butler, Unable

Her Butler, Impudence

CIEL

The walls were covered in scratches. Some floor boards were missing, the remaining painted in blood. Which formed a pentagram.
A reason why I avoid slums, is also a reason why I'm drawn to them. They wish for so much, though they'll never achieve. No matter how hard they try, they are a near worthless existence, only to work until they die.
Although I find myself pitying this girl. Her eyes remind me of the grim reapers, the golden rim slightly visible in an emerald sea.
She looks as though nothing could help her, as if she could not pull down spider threads, nor have anyone pull them down for her. The girls pale skin is painted with bruises and scars, wrapping around her limbs like vines.

I've been observing her too long, I need to look at something else. Sebastian. He gives me a nod. Though I don't know exactly to do.

"So you wish to form a contract with me."

She nods. Her eyes never falter their intense stare with mine.

"What are you seeking from me?"

"To be sempiternal..."
The darkness clasps hands around her face, talons lightly peircing her cheeks.

"I can't give you infinity. It would be pointless of my part. I would be as incapable as my butler... "

Sebastian's eyes dart to me, then to the girl.

"Though we can grant you semipermanent... Does that satisfy your needs?"

She nods yet again.

"This one is mine I assume" she points a finger towards me, my only instinct is to bow. Many a time has Sebastian lowered himself for my own sake. Now (against my wishes) I must do so.

"That's out contract." The girl slowly approaches me, slinking her arms around my neck. I stay still, pushing her away could result in madness. I've learnt enough about girls from Elizabeth.

The girl retracts. Now I see the mark I've made upon her. This satanic symbol rests upon her collar bone, burnt into her. Matching the burns around her wrists. A tears trickles down her check, purity running down the dirt upon her face.

"Merci, Sky Blue"

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The girl checks the window again. Fiddling with her hands, tossing her head up and down.
"Is she preparing for a date or a execution?" I mutter to myself.

"Young lady I advise you keep away from the window." She hurries back towards Sebastain, as if he was our master and not visa versa.

"The woman who I want you to kill is my mother"
"Murder is Sebastian's specialty"
He laughs.
"My lord I'm both flattered and offended."

The girl shakes her head. "Non, sky blue"
Me?
"Young lady..." He pauses. Probably disappointed that he shall not be getting his hands bloody.
"My masters name is Ciel. Which does translate to sky blue in French... As my master decided upon my name, you may do the same."

She nods slowly. Taking in all this information.

"You still haven't told us your name."

She doesn't answer. She can hear her mothers footsteps. Their creak breaking the silence. Over and over again.

Sebastian bows "Buonjour!"

Her skin is as pale. She hosts a dark shade of exhaustion a under her eyes. You never would have guessed the two women in the room were related, let alone mother and daughter. The woman's hair is almost as un naturally white as her skin. Her clothes look as if they are well taken care of. They almost look attractive compared to her daughters tattered drapes.

"The substance you use to colour your hair can be life threatening. It is also used to power some automatic weaponry"
The woman startes at Sebastian. Dead-pan. Sebastian speaks fluent French (quite beautifully) she would have had no trouble understanding him.
"This is my master, Ciel Phantomhive. And you are?"

The coners of her mouth tilt upwards.

"Genevive"

My curiosity of the unanswered question compels me.

"And your daughter?"

"What brings you two gentlemen here tonight?"

Impudent woman.
"You avoided my question. I am Ciel Phantomhive! You shall treat me as my butler does!"

She does not bow. She does not apologise. Nothing of the sort.

"Take your time..."
The girl takes the shotgun out of my coat. Placing in in the palm of my hand. I point the weapon at the woman. Striding until the barrel rests against her forehead

We remain like this for some time.

"You do not resist. Why is that so?"

Her eyes interlock with mine. Causing my finger to tremble against the trigger.

"CI-EL KILL HER!"
My 'master' collapses. Thrashing around in a pool of her own blood.

"My lord. Why are you crying?"
I finally notice that my eyes have been pouring down my face.
"SHUT UP SEBASTIAN!"

The barrel rattles against Geneveive's head.

"B-both of pur lives are broken beyond repair. T-t-the... One of the many purposes of my pain being my parents death. And-and-and this girl. All her suffering is most likely caused by her parents. And-"

How could- Sebastian! Sebastian's face shows... A concern.

"My daughter a complete peice of worthless shit. I wish I never gave birth to her, I make sure she knows that every day..."

The girl at my feet starts to cry. Pure desperation.
I remember.
Reaching for Sebastian's hand.
Not knowing the suffering I shall cause, not knowing the suffering I shall receive.

The girl beneath my feet feels the same pain.

"And now she's sunk to thinking scum like you are-"

I pull the trigger.