Feather of a Crow (Sebastian x Demon!Reader) - Old!Unfinished

Orders from the Queen

Ciel's POV----------

I heard a knock on the door,"Come in."

"Young Master this just arrived. It's from the Queen."

I took the letter off of the silver tray and using a letter opener, took out the piece of paper inside.

'Dear Watch Dog,

    The amount of crimes and negative behavior have increased drastically in London. Followed with, multiple murders have been reported. The killer has been given the name 'Blood Raven' due to the bloody raven feathers found about each victim. Please stop this infautuation and put my subjects at ease,

        The Queen'

"Sebastian."

"Yes young master?"

"It appears we have a new case to take care of. Prepare the carriage right away we're going on a quick visit."

"Yes My Lord," he casually said while bowing and headed out of the room. I wonder who'll be behind the commotion this time. I decided to read the letter over once more before Sebastian came and lead me to the carriage.

-------Time-Skip---brought to you by lazy author-chan-------------

     At the Undertaker's

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!"was all I heard before Sebastian came to bring me inside. When I walked in I hadn't expected to see that diminishable excuse of a reaper. 

"SEBAS-CHAN!!"was all Grell could yell before my butler had sliced a cut across his face with one of the knives he carried."MY FACE!!! Sebby how could you!?"he said before climbing out the window, tears threatening to pour at any second."I WILL BE BACK FOR YOU MY LOVE!" I heard him holler from farther off before we knew he was gone.

"We paid your price Undertaker now tell me all you know about the recent murders," I inquired putting my main focus back to the task at hand. 

*giggles* "Well Phantomhive, not just one class is targeted," he said whilst motioning to two dead corps next to him and giggling. "Both nobles and commoners are killed at random with no relations of any sort to motion to a death by so."

"Hmm, well that will make finding the killer more difficult. Without any major leads this will take longer than expected."I thought aloud.

"That's where you're wrong Earl," he quickly objected to my last statement.*giggles* "Only one pawn has been placed on this board."I looked at him confusion barely showing through my plastered look." Although only two have survived being an onlooker, they reported the attacker to have (h/l) (h/c) hair, glowing crimson eyes, and pitch black wings protruding its back." When he said this I immediately looked to Sebastian who seemed slightly phased. This was amusing and I couldn't help but stifle a slight giggle.  

"Come now Young Master, I don't want you to pick up that bad habit of his," Sebastian commented with a growl. 

"Yes, of course," I muttered under my breath barely audible to even myself."Let's get going Sebastian, we have all the information we need." And with that we took our leave.

------Sebastian's POV-----

"That's where you're wrong Earl," he commented, quickly objecting my Young Masters previous statement*giggles* "Only one pawn has been placed on this board."I looked down at Young Master to see he was starring at the Undertaker, a hint of confusion dusted the emotion on his face. " Although only two have survived being an onlooker, they reported the attacker to have (h/l) (h/c) hair, glowing crimson eyes, and pitch black wings protruding its back." When he said this I was immediately shocked. That described a Demon in its true form. Suddenly I realized that my expression showed disdain and snapped out of my thoughts.

The Young Master seemed amused by my reaction and stifled a small giggle."Come now Young Master, I don't want you to pick up that bad habit of his," I retorted coldly.

He muttered something inaudible even to me,"Lets get going Sebastian , we have all the information we need." 

"Yes, My Lord," I stated while bowing with my hand over my heart.

-----Ciel's POV------------

----Time Skip-------------

After visiting the Undertaker, we had made our way over to where the Scotland Yard was examining the most resent victim to fall prey of an inescapable fate.

"Aye, it's that Phantomhive brat," I heard someone snort from around the corner. Typical street rat thieves, disrespectful, rude, filthy, and incompetent. As I walked over to the now dead Sir Edward a girl about Sebastian's height sped through the crowd knocking over people, until she reached us. But instead of ramming through, she leapt, pushed off Sebastian's shoulder, and landed on the roof. She appeared to have a black and red cloak on (from the cover) with the hood covering her face well. I expected her to run off but she opposingly stayed and pried on a noble's carriage below. I knew what she was going to do next but couldn't utter the words for my butler to stop her. Reluctantly starring at what was about to unfold before me.

--------(y/n) POV-------

Pushing through the crowd you spotted the perfect boost to get onto the building. A tall slender man stood next to a short navy blue haired noble boy. Sprinting the last gap the boy turned around to watch you. 'Damn it'  you thought, taking the leap you pushed off the taller man, whom you thought to be his butler, and landed on the roof top.

Looking around you spotted the carriage that held your next victim. Gregory McFordian. A noble who had, too much time on his hands. You had been requested by 'Beaver' ,a member of a lower ranking creed called Bloody Rose, who had come pleading to you for help. The assassination job that Bloody Rose had taken was too much and even their scout member 'Vulture'  had found no possible way for them to approach the target. You automatically took the job from their creed to support yours. After all if Bloody Rose owed the Blood Demon creed a favor about anything could go at hand.

Returning to your focused state of mind you jumped from the building landing on top of the carriage. By now the crowd of people had diminished to only the few Scotland Yard left and the pair from earlier, not even a stray could be seen lurking in and or around allies. 

Slowly you waited for the carriage to stop by a shop located near the investigation site. As the door opened a man in noble clothing, whom you assumed was Gregory McFordian, stepped out. Not even waiting for any one to look away you dashed off the top of the carriage and slit the nobleman's neck. Watching his now dying body slump to the floor you ran to the ally nearest you and clambered up a wall.

Getting ready to run back to your creeds hideout you pulled your hood further over your face and sheathed the dagger you still held from killing the noble man, his blood hot and sticky, dripping off the blade. You would have had a strait sprint but out of the blue-"I wouldn't have killed that noble if I were you," a smoothly, firm and cool voice growled from behind you.

"Bloody Hell," you curse under you breath.

Who are you really besides an assassin? And yes for those of you whom play Assassins Creed the creeds and groups in my story do not relate to any ideas from that game (plus I don't play it anyway so what would I know), they are 100% my brain generated ideas. But really who are you? Why did you join or start a creed called Blood Demon?

Sebastian:"When are you going to put out the next update m'lady?"

Me:"As soon as possible Sebastian, probably two to three days, just cause I write proofread and edit!"

Sebastian:"Well that should please the Reader-Chan's."

Me:"Yeah, hopefully they wait a few days to the next chapter. However..." *shoves Sebastian towards Reader-Chan's*

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