Your Guardian Demon (Sebastian Michaelis X Reader)

Chapter 13

"So, if this is not a personal visit, what business do you bring to my shop today?" Undertaker asked, sitting behind his desk now with his chin leaning against his hand.

You pulled out the folded files Chief Baker had given you and handed them to the silver haired man. "There have been a series of murders at the bars downtown the past few weeks. And we know another body was delivered to you earlier. Do you know any of the others?"

Undertaker took the files and laid them across his desk. Pictures of the victims were pinned to each individual form with personal information, as well as where they were found. A small grin curled on his face.

"Yes, I recognize them. Poor souls. Your most recent fellow is laying in the back as we speak."

"We would like as much detail as possible on the extent of their wounds, please."

"Hmm, well I would love to help you, Countess, but I do charge a price for information such as this." He lifted his head to meet your eyes. Though, you weren't sure if he could actually see you.

You narrowed your eyes a bit, crossing your arms over your chest. "That's what I was told. I also heard you don't take money, so what do you want?"

Undertaker gave a small giggle. "It's true, I could care less about the Queen's coin. Deemed useless if you ask me. No, what I want in this world is the gift of true laughter! A good laugh is all I need, and the information will be all yours!"

You blinked in confusion. A laugh? That's it? Sebastian stepped forward to assist you, as he's done for several Phantomhives before, but was surprised as the man stood abruptly from his seat.

"But, I believe your presence has been entertainment enough for me to give you what you need."

You smiled brightly. "Great!"

Undertaker picked up Maxwell's form. "The one thing I will say, that should be noted, is the faces I do not see in these files."

You and your butler glanced at each other briefly before your singular (e/c) eye turned back to him. "What do you mean?"

"I have heard whispers about young adults such as yourself going missing from those pubs. Missing person cases have been filed with no luck in finding them. I would wager that they are connected somehow. Perhaps your suspect is killing the ones they can't capture. Regardless, whoever is committing these acts are being very cautious about covering their tracks."

Chief Baker hadn't mentioned any missing person cases to you. If someone was doing both, what were they keeping the victims for?

You turned to Sebastian once more. "Can you go to the station and get any information you can about the people going missing?"

"Certainly," The black-haired demon replied. "But what about you?"

"I'd like to stay and find out what weapon the killer is using to cause so much damage."

This made the hair on Sebastian's neck stand up. He did not like the idea of leaving you alone with Undertaker. The scarred man stood behind you; smiling in a way that only made his blood boil more.

"Will you be all right on your own?"

"Of course, she will." Undertaker responded. "I will make sure nothing happens to the little Phantomhive. You have my word, butler."

Sebastian was seething. His hands clenched but he felt your hand take his arm gently. Those stern crimson eyes glanced down at you. You smiled softly and nodded, ensuring him you would be just fine. Sighing, he bowed slightly at the waist.

"I will return shortly." With that, he walked out of the shop, taking one last look at you before closing the portal that now separated you.

When you turned back around, you jumped at seeing that the Undertaker had moved right in front of you. "Now, shall we get to it?"