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

Chapter 33: The she-butler, all red

While practical work was (Y/n)'s forte through and through, it most certainly wasn't always a pleasant matter.

In the midst of a cold, breezy night, laid a rather gruesome accident involving a horse-drawn carriage as well as it's occupants and the person it hit - all dead. The horses were long gone, likely having scrambled off in fear to god knows where, but that wasn't what they were there for.

(Y/n) and Ronald stood over the scene, blood splattered all over their clothing and even a little on their glasses, from having witnessed the scene from perhaps too close of a distance. The man who had been run over by the horse carriage had his body broken, with bones snapped and piercing his skin, breaking out of their fleshy cage. The three occupants of the carriage, all foul-mouthed snobby nobles, were all cut up from the glass which shattered and cut them all up, though it was their sudden impact with the other party which sent them through the window which seemed to end their lives.

They didn't usually have to get their hands dirty on the job, but the man who had been hit was taking an awful long time to die, just suffering and begging to be put out of his misery. (Y/n) spared a bit of pity, given the little leeway they had when on the job, and she stood over him, and drove her rapier-scythe over his throat. With a gargle and then a silence, he was gone.

By the time they had finished reaping all of the individual souls, they were both covered in blood, and while Ronald admired their handywork, (Y/n) stamped her to-die book.

"Harriette and Jonas Smith, died upon impact in a horse-drawn carriage incident. Michael Hander, died from shock which induced a heart attack from said accident. And Henry South," she looked down at the body of the man which she just finished off, and then to her book again, "died from blood loss."

Ronald clapped his hands together, satisfied with their work as he turned to her.

"Excellent job, (Y/n). As grim as it is, you handled that like a pro," Ronald said with a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Just another night in the life of a Reaper, huh?"

(Y/n) sighed, wiping the blood from her glasses with a handkerchief she always kept on hand for such occasions.

"Just another night," she echoed, her voice flat. No matter how many times she did this, it never got any easier, even with her experience in life.

They stood in silence for a moment, surveying the scene. The wind whistled through the empty street, carrying with it the scent of blood and shattered lives. The moon hung high above, casting an eerie light over the carnage.

Ronald stretched his arms above his head, trying to shake off the chill that had settled into his bones.

"You know, I could go for a drink after all this. How about you?"

(Y/n) shook her head.

"I think I'll pass this time, Ronald. I just want to get out of these clothes and wash this night off."

He gave her a sympathetic look.

"I get it. Well, don't stay up too late, alright? We've got an early start tomorrow. Will's got another mission lined up for us."

"Of course," she replied, forcing a small smile. "You go ahead. I'll see you tomorrow."

Ronald nodded, patting her on the shoulder before he turned to leave. "Take care, (Y/n)."

She watched him walk away, his form disappearing into the shadows. Alone now, she took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She had been doing this for months now, and yet she still hadn't been desensitized to it. Though, the fact that she now had her memories back was certainly at least partially to blame for feeling like this.