【𝐀 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥】➛𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓻

11

As much as [Name] usually attempts to be civil with everyone, she happens to hate this genre of men the most. She is simply unable to hide her disgust as the facade of polite [Name] melts away within a millisecond, the most visible frown etched on her lips at the very presence of the man.

"I'm William T.Spears, administrator of the Grim Reaper Staffing Association"

[Name] glared at the figure and then down at the poor red-headed reaper who had just been violently assaulted mere moments prior, looking back at the man in the suit, his dark brown hair slicked back as chartreuse eyes like Grell's bored into hers'

The red reaper herself raised her head to look at her "saviour" a bright smile appearing on her bruised and beaten-up face, "William! Oh, William! Did you come to save me- mhp!",.—

[Name] couldn't help but wince as the stoic man jumped onto the already injured head of Grell, making her body slump, "Attention reaper Grell Sutcliff, you have violated regulations. Firstly, you have killed people whose names are not listed on the death list, and also, you used your scythe without permission and even modified it without following proper procedures.," Stepping off her the suited man began to drag the redhead away by her hair, "Please return to the main branch to submit your reflection letter and report."

"Hey! Wait a moment! I was almost killed just now!!" Wailed out Grell, "You are so cold and unfeeling—" 
"Shut up!" she was quickly silenced as the man flung her over his shoulder by her hair, smacking her against the cobblestone and [Name] swore she heard a crack.

Turning to the two, Sebastian and [Name] who stood there while Ciel stood behind William, the black cloak he was handed wrapped tightly around himself as he made eye contact with [Name] who had looked over the shoulder of the suited reaper, both of them sharing a look as they looked back at William.

Bowing he handed a business card into Sebastian's open palm, "This thing has caused you a lot of trouble this time round. This is my name card." His head tilted slightly up to send a hateful glare towards the demon, "Really...I actually have to bow to a creature like you who only brings harm. Even if you chose to tarnish the Grim Reaper's reputation, there must be a limit,"

"In that case, please keep a close eye on him so as to not trouble a harmful creature like me," The butler spoke with a smile, tossing the card over his shoulder as William straightened up, "Humans cannot reject temptation. When they are plunged into the depths of despair likened to hell, they will hold onto anything that may help them escape from the situation they are in, even if it is merely a spider's thread...No matter what sort of humans they are."

The woman stood beside him and felt the hairs on her neck rise, she knew he was referring to the earl and the Madam, but it also applied to her, and struck perhaps too close to home. She sucked in a breath, continuing to listen to their conversation.

"Demons are those who use various chances to poke fun at humans." The suited man pushed up his glasses, "before proceeding to leech whatever came out of it as a means of survival. Am I right?"

That also applied to the woman who had stepped back to create a bit of distance. Glancing off over to the side, she avoided the glances the reaper was sending to her, 

"I do not dismiss that claim." chuckled the butler, 

"Because you are a hound that is on a tight leash. It seems like you are slightly better than the other untamed wild hounds" The reaper glanced over his shoulder to the young boy still sitting near his aunt's body. Resuming to drag the redhead by her hair as her face scraped along the pavement, however not after staring at [Name] for a few extra moments, making her uncomfortable as she sent him a glare,

"...what?" she questioned his stare. He simply turned back, shaking his head while pushing his glasses back up,

"I've just never seen you anywhere before, my apologies," Continuing to drag Grell away a few more complaints left his mouth. Behind him with the redhead reaper's scythe still in hand, he swung the weapon, throwing it effortlessly towards William who had caught it in between his fingers in the same effortless manner the demon had thrown it.

Glancing back to meet the eyes of the demon who put on a faux facade, smiling as he spoke, "You left this behind."

"Thank you..." his last words were spoken as he walked away further into the depths of the alleyway disappearing into the darkness.

Now left the three, Sebastian, the young earl, and [Name] as well as the body of Madam Red. The woman had gone over to stand above the earl who, after a few moments of staring at the body of his aunt, slowly turned his head up to look into the eyes of the woman above him, his contract mark visible, now being able to look at her with both of his eyes. His eyes scanned her face as he wrapped her cloak around himself, 

His lips parted, but the words seemed to be trapped in his throat. He stared at her for a moment longer, his gaze sharp, as if reading something in her expression. But it wasn't pity. He was familiar with that look—something deeper, something else entirely.

"The madam said something to you before she passed... I saw it," he murmured, his voice steady but laced with something that hinted at unease. "What did she say?"

[Name] took a slow breath, her eyes drifting to Madame Red's closed eyes. She had never wanted this—never asked to be the one to protect anyone, least of all Ciel. But in the face of Madame Red's death, the truth was clearer than ever. She was meant for this, whether she accepted it or not.

"She said... that my purpose was to protect you," [Name] replied softly, her voice tinged with reluctance but also an undeniable finality.

Ciel's eyes flickered down to the body of his aunt. He said nothing at first as if the words were too heavy to bear. His gaze seemed distant as if he was searching for meaning in a moment that was too complex to process. But [Name] could hear it—the subtle quickening of his heartbeat, a sign that the words had struck a chord.

"And what do you intend to do?" His voice was quiet, but the question hung in the air like a challenge, his eyes never leaving hers.

[Name] exhaled, a weight settling in her chest as the words of the dying woman echoed in her mind. She hadn't expected to hear those words from Madame Red—not from someone so lost in her own revenge. But perhaps there was more to it than just fate or obligation. [Name] remembered Ash's words, his cryptic words. Perhaps this was the moment he meant—perhaps this was her role, after all.

"Fulfil it," she said, her voice steady now, as if accepting the burden that had been thrust upon her. Despite the uncertainty, there was a quiet resolve in her tone.

The young earl didn't respond immediately. Instead, he took a step back, his hand tightening around the edge of the cloak he wore. His expression remained impassive, but there was something more in his eyes now—something that mirrored the heaviness in [Name]'s own heart.

"...Good," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper, but the words were laced with a quiet acknowledgement.