𝕊𝕀𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ... || Black butler x reader

[43] And they reminded you of it

"Our servants... those are actually private soldiers who were hand picked to guard our manor." You revealed as you brushed off some hair that was resting on your shoulders. "No..." Joker whispered as he moved to his stomach. "They'll protect Phantomhive secrets and Phantomhive pride from anything." Ciel continued as Joker looked at you both in horror. "After all... that's what makes a Phantomhive servant." You both said simultaneously, leaving him to imagine the worse.

"Private... soldiers?" He asked with uneven breathes, losing his cool. "The Phantomhives are shadows that exist to dispel any concerns her majesty has regarding the underworld. Once you enter our den, all hope is lost. You shall never again return to the light." You said in an eerie calm tone. "We're professionals too. And quite good. It won't be easy to-" he tried objecting but was interrupted by Sebastian. "You're free to believe as you like, of course. But least you get too optimistic, you should keep in mind that I hired them." Sebastian said as he waved the knife he used to cut off Jokers arm and let it drop to the floor.

Joker looked over to see Kelvin gasping for air, barely hanging onto life. He seemed to contemplate the different ways their life could've turned based on general details. He eventually began crying quietly "Don't cry, it's pathetic." Your brother ordered "Crying won't change a thing. It doesn't matter who you are. The world is never kind." He added as Joker pleaded. "Smile, please don't..."

"I only have one name, and that is not it. I am Ciel, Earl Phantomhive." He said as the squeaking of another pair of wheelchairs was heard. "I'm late, but I'm not empty handed. What's this? Black, Beauty and Smile... you're here? That's odd." Doc who came in, raised a brow, not being alarmed. "Go, doc! Leave now. Hurry! They work together as the queens guard dog and her butterfly!" Joker warned him as he still stayed calm. "Oh? You're the ones? How interesting." He tilted his head as he connected the dots.

"Run, now! Get out while you can!" Joker urged him "Me? Why should I?" Doc asked as he stood, legs completely functional. "You and your circus freaks are the kidnappers. I only performed the services the good baron Kelvin hired me for. I have no reason to run." He brushed off as he walked down the ramp. "What's going on? Your legs... they're not- you can walk?" Joker asked, believing Doc had trouble waking considering he was always seen on a wheelchair.

"Sorry. Ah right, yes, oh they're perfectly sound. I just find the chair useful. Children seem to trust me more easily when I'm in it." He smiled with his explanation before getting surprised at Kelvin's state. "Lord Kelvin!" He called as he ran over to his employer to check his wounds and sighing. "Well, I know a lost chase when I see one, what a shame that is. Do you know how long it took me to find a patron who shared my ideals?" He complained, not attempting to save Kelvin as he was too far gone.

"Your ideals?" Sebastian questioned "Oh, absolutely. I've been toiling away for years now, trying to create the perfect prosthetic. And I have! Yes. After mountains of research, I finally discovered the perfect material. Something lighter and stronger than wood and possessing the uniquely sterile beauty of ceramic." He explained as he walked over to Jokers prosthetic hand forgotten on the ground. "I created what no crafter before me had been able to. Although, there is a problem with the material in that it is a touch hard to come by." He added as he rubbed the skeletal hand.

"Yes, now that you mention it, I do recall your prosthetics having the most marvelous texture. I would have to say the best comparison would be bone china." Sebastian assumed as doc turned to him with a smile. "I'm glad I find that you can appreciate its beauty, Black! But sadly, you are off the mark." Doc debunked before continuing. "You're comparing my work to cattle bone china. It's far more special than that, you see." He smiled weirdly.

"Yes, of course, how inconsiderate of me. You had mentioned your use of special materials." Sebastian apologized as you and your brother just stayed quiet. "Exactly, yes! Very special! Materials I can only get here." Doc smiled before walking to a cage, you both soon caught onto what he was talking about. "Hold on! No... they're..." you trailed off as the man rested his elbow on the cage.

"Yes. And it saves the trouble of dumping them somewhere. Waste not, what not, I always say." He revealed as Joker finally understood. "It can't be..." he whispered before screaming and hitting his prosthetic arm on the floor. "Why must all of my patients react that way?" Doc wondered as Joker bled out more on the ground. "Our prosthetics! All this time we've been wearing..." he couldn't finish his sentence as more tears trailed down.

"Come now, Joker. You've always been so pleased with the right hand I made just for you." Doc tried to reason "If I had known, I would never have wanted it." He retorted as doc raised a brow, oblivious to the horrors of wearing a child's bones as a prosthetic. "You'd have turned down a working hand? Are you sure?" He asked as Joker took his last breath.

"How tragic. With baron Kelvin's death, I will find myself unemployed." Doc leaned on the cage in disappointment before perking up. "Oh, I say! Lord and lady Phantomhive, there's you two. Would either of you hair me, perhaps? Better still, introduce me to her majesty? She is getting on in years, right? Surely she could use a little maintenance, so to speak. You've both seen my work, I'm very good. You could give me a reference, eh?" He requested.

"Don't you dare sully the queens name with your mouth." Ciel threatened "Oh, no! Not another man of limited imagination who cares more about the process than about the results... everyone always sings my praises until they know the details." He sighed as he opened the cage to drag out a child.

"Not the baron, tough. He was different. His only concern was beauty. He spared no expense when it came to my materials and costs. He was the finest patron a man could ask for. He understood that making the finest product requires the finest ingredients. Something one would think was common sense." He said as he lowered the child onto the table. You backed away.

He then turned to the other side of the table and grabbed a heated up metal stick with a stamp at the bottom that had a pentagram. "A cows bones are fine to use, but a humans aren't?" He asked as he cut open a small piece of the child's clothing before burning the pentagram onto her skin. "No! No! No! No!" You cried as he even dug it into h the child's skin before moving on and grabbing a sharp dagger. "Who decided that? Not me!" He continued as your brother stumbled backwards, almost falling but catching himself as Doc stabbed the child right where he burned her with a sick smile. You both dropped your guns and screamed in horror at your memories repeating in your heads.

You fell to your knees and threw up saliva as your brother did as well but stayed standing. You tried taking a breath but it was met with another wave of a shiver before you threw up more, you began crying at the pain in your chest and at the memories being played in your head. Ciel lifted his hand in the air, reaching out for something as Sebastian took it. "My lord, surely there is nothing left to fear. You're outside the cage. Its bars no longer hold you. You have your sister back. It is over." Sebastian reassured him as he untied Ciel's eye patch.

"Now, all you need do is call my name." He reminded as Ciel gripped his coat as he couldn't hold himself up. "Se...Bastian... Sebastian!" He called as he looked over to you who was crying hysterically and gripping your head. "No! Don't make me remember that! I wanted to forget those things! Don't uncover them! I don't want those terrible memories anymore! Brother, stop this please! Stop it now!" You begged as your brother finally ordered. "I want them to die! Kill them!" He ordered as Sebastian quickly killed Doc before picking you up who was still sobbing.

"It's over now, my lord, my lady." Sebastian reassured as you half regained yourself. "Burn it down." You ordered. "Burn it? You mean this manor?" He asked. "That's right." You confirmed. "Pardon me, mistress. May I remind you of her majesty's letter? I was under the impression that her desire was that we locate the kidnappers and return the children safely. The guilty are dead but..." Sebastian assumed "Shut up, shut up! Don't leave anything! Burn everything here down to ash! Do you understand me?! Am I making myself clear?!" Your brother ordered as he harshly grabbed Sebastian's face before he shouted. "This is an order!"

Sebastian only sighed as he took off his glove and walked over a lit candle and placed his hand over it, immediately making the fire get bigger and bigger as he made sure everything caught on fire. "Burn it down, yes my lord, my lady."