~The Queen's Butler...Arrogant~ (Charles Grey x Reader)

Chapter 29: The she-butler, curious (filler)

A/N: okii boys, this is a long time coming. No, this is not the last chapter, in fact, far from it, but this was a mostly filler chapter in case you couldn't tell by the mostly word for word scenarios up in this bitch. Feel free to skip over most of this chapter, save for the end, unless you want a recap of Book of Atlantic. I'm only really doing this all because it's relevant to the way I want the rest of the story to go. 

However, I do have the end goal in mind, and I ask that you stay tuned because I think I may actually finish this book. We'll see, but until then, enjoy!

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The three reapers had managed to track their man down to the main banquet hall of the vessel, a grand ball-style room with intricate staircases and a gorgeous stained glass ensemble to decorate the front wall. 

Stoker seemed frazzled as he ran around aimlessly, ashamed of what was done as the ship began tilting and turning. Though what he had not anticipated was that the turn would be harsh enough to throw him over the edge of one of the indoor balconies. He cried out in fear as he fell, though unexpectedly he didn't hit the ground, looking up to find a flamboyant red-haired woman holding him by the leg. 

"Lucky me! Look at the big fish I caught!" Grell growled in excitement as she peered down at the man that she was holding onto, "and it's a handsome one too."

He was confused, afraid, though said nothing as Grell continued.

"Can I assume that you're the one making all the corpses wonder around?"
"We really can't have all these irregulars around, you see?" Ronald chimed in as he and (Y/n) leaned over the balcony to see the man for themselves.
"Indeed, death is not supposed to be a temporary state, but an irreversible fact," (Y/n) added, a bored look to her face as they all stared down.
"So, how do we stop these pesky corpses?" Grell asked. 
"Please! There is a device!" he pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut out of fear, "you can use it to stop them, I swear!"

The three of them looked between each other, silently agreeing to hear Stoker out as Grell pulled him back up onto the balcony and allowed him to lead them to the supposed device. 
However, even when they followed him willingly, they'd found themselves at a dead end. 

"So...where is this supposed device of yours?" Grell asked, her tone expectant though she was examining her impeccable nails as though she was uninterested. 
"I...I don't understand," Stoker muttered out in disbelief as he stared into the empty room that, according to him, was supposed to hold the machine, "It was right here! I swear it! Unless, he came..." 

The three reapers were intrigued by his words, as he entertained the idea that he was not in fact the one who was behind this horrifying situation. Perhaps they were after the wrong man, so they encouraged him to lead them to whoever he was acting as a pawn to. A manhunt would ensue. This wild chase would lead them tediously all the way back to the main ballroom, and sure enough, the strange device he spoke of was sat upon the mid level of the grand staircases, surrounded by a group of men though one particularly notable Viscount Druitt. 

"You bastard!" Ryan shouted, angered as he leaned over his place behind a set of railings, "it was you who took it!"
"Oh dear..." (Y/n) muttered, covering one side of her face with her hand out of annoyance, simply to hide the partial scowl carved into her features, "of all the people...him?"
"...he's rather popular at headquarters," Ronald added quietly, hearing her complaint, "what, with all the ladies he likes to cut open and auction off their organs."
"And that's bad enough," (Y/n) scoffed, shaking her head, "imagine knowing him in life, wish I could've forgotten that."