|Black Butler x reader|
Previously "Mater Mea"
Her wishes were served, albeit in the worst way possible.
Yet she won't complain, her new purpose is something she shall never complain about, despite the hardships, because it has brought people into...
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"The Viscount Druitt, also known as Aleister Chambers. He graduated from medical school but has never gone into practice, Lately, he's thrown several parties at his home. But behind the scenes at the same soirees are secret gatherings that only his intimates may obtain"
"I've heard that he's into black magic and that there's a cult.."
"So your suspicion is that he's holding these parties to perform ritualistic sacrifices of local prostitutes"
"Tonight is the last part of the season, which means this is our last chance"
"Doesn't someone look eye-catching," from the doorway of her room, the butler in white leaned against the frame, arms crossed as he looked at the way her eyes glanced at him through the reflection as she fixed her earrings,
Looking back at her reflection she huffed, "Only for the goal," Dressed in a maroon ballgown, sat at her vanity she got up and turned around to face the angel, who looked at her up and down with a smile before it turned into a frown,
"Are you ever so sure you'll be fine, My Lady?" questioned her butler, approaching her as he fixed her hairpiece, stepping back to look at the dress he had bought for her to wear. Even if the words of the world tell him to trust in her abilities it had been a habit he had developed, to worry.
[Name] nods reassuringly, stepping over behind him, "Yes, I'm quite sure I know what I'm doing." in her punctual manner, she didn't want to be late, even knowing she was meant to be. A habit of hers from strict training, one could say.
Luckily the summer atmosphere, albeit cooler at night, was still warm enough that she didn't have to bring anything to cover herself, leaving her dress for show in all its glory, a gorgeous fabric that they had purchased earlier in the week. He wondered why she had kept going over to the shades of red whenever they stepped into a new shop, even though when they were shopping for her everyday wear she had never seemed to trail towards anything of one specific shade, only once she had made up her mind to go to the ball had it seemed her mind was locked into the shade. As she walked downstairs to the front door, Ash trailed behind and came forward to open the door for her, something he had always insisted on doing even if she refused. A carriage was waiting outside on the gravel as the door opened, ready for her.
Shutting the door for her the angel gave the coachman the signal to go and stood watching until the carriage left the gates, letting out a deep sigh as she hesitantly walked back inside.
On her journey there [Name] adjusted parts of her dress as she sat alone in the carriage, planning her small mission. She was to find the guard dog.
