As the evening arrived, the plan swung into motion. The carriage came to a halt in front of a grand manor owned by Viscount Druit, one of the primary suspects in the Jack the Ripper case.
As the carriage doors opened, two beautiful ladies emerged. One of them was Ciel, dressed in an elegant pink gown that accentuated his youthful features. The dress was adorned with delicate lace and intricate embroidery, and it flowed gracefully around him as he stepped out. The choice of attire was strategic, designed to disguise his true identity as the Phantomhive Earl and prevent the viscount from becoming suspicious.
Isabella stepped out of the carriage, radiant in a gown that perfectly complemented her raven-black hair and mesmerizing green eyes. Her hair cascaded down in soft waves, framing her face in a cascade of dark elegance.
Her dress, chosen with Sebastian's discerning taste in mind, was a stunning shade of deep emerald green, reminiscent of the lush forests of England. The fabric was rich and luxurious, with subtle hints of silver threading that caught the light and added a touch of sophistication. The bodice was intricately embellished with delicate lace and silver embroidery, accentuating her slender figure and drawing attention to her graceful neckline. The skirt flowed gracefully around her, pooling at her feet in a cascade of satin and silk, with just a hint of a train trailing behind her as she walked.
As they entered, all eyes turned to the two ladies, especially Isabella, whose presence seemed to command attention wherever she went.
Once inside, they retreated to a corner to discuss their strategies.
"Her Grace shall act as my niece from a distant country, Ciel would be her brother, and Sebastian will act as their tutor," Madame Red explained, her voice low but firm.
"You two find the Viscount. I'll be right here with Madame Red," Ciel instructed, his tone decisive.
Isabella and Sebastian nodded.
Then the two walk together as they glance around finding the Viscount.
"Isabella~," Sebastian whispered as he closed to her, his movements smooth and graceful, like that of a cat. He seemed to emanate a subtle charm, a kind of flowery vibe that was unexpectedly endearing.
"Get your act together, Sebastian," she whispered back, trying to suppress a smile at his unexpected display.
As they looked around, the music started playing, and couples began to dance in the center of the room. Sebastian looked at her.
"May I have this dance, my lady?" he asked, extending his hand to her.
"Is this your way of playing the tutor, or do you genuinely want to dance? Remember, we're still on a mission searching for that Viscount," she reminded him as she held his hand.
"I just want to dance with you. Besides, we can easily spot him while dancing around the ballroom," he suggested as the two began to dance in the ballroom.
A beautiful waltz.
His hand on her waist and her hand on one of his shoulder and the other are holding each other hands. They looked at each other's eyes and smiled.
“Oh, Ciel, look at your butler and the Archbishop. Don't they look good together?” Madame Red remarked.
“They're just dancing,” Ciel replied, dismissing her observation.
“No, look at Sebastian’s eyes. This is the first time I’ve seen such sincerity in them. Sebastian has always had a sort of cunning look in his eyes, but sincerity? Never,” she pointed out.
Ciel observed the two.
She was right. Sebastian, his demon butler, was acting differently. He always did when he was with Isabella. He was smiling sincerely, and the way he looked at her was like a human staring at their loved one, just like how his father and mother used to look at each other.
Sebastian and Isabella enjoyed the dance, lost in the moment. They were so engrossed in each other's presence that they momentarily forgot they were searching for their target.
When they finished dancing, a platinum-haired man approached them, clapping his hands together. “Bravo, what a beautiful display of dance,” he remarked with a charming smile.
“Viscount Druitt,” another man greeted, shaking the platinum-haired man's hand.
This was their target.
Sebastian and Isabella exchanged a knowing glance and nodded. They had found their mark.
“Milady, I'll get you a drink,” Sebastian said smoothly, giving her a subtle nod before stepping away.
“Good evening, Viscount of Druitt,” she curtsied gracefully, maintaining her composure.
The Viscount smiled and grabbed her hand. “I hope you're enjoying this party, my beautiful bird,” he said, then kissed the back of her hand. Isabella maintained her composure and offered a polite smile, though she felt a twinge of discomfort at his touch.
“I’m very impressed with such a beautiful party,” she said while subtly wiping the back of her hand behind her skirt. “But I’ve always wanted to talk to you, Viscount,” she continued with a charming smile.
The Viscount looked at her from top to bottom, his gaze lingering longer than necessary. Isabella maintained her polite demeanor, though inwardly she felt a sense of unease at his scrutiny.
Ciel and his other companions watched the exchange unfold, observing the interaction between Isabella and the Viscount. Although Sebastian appeared displeased, he remained composed, his eyes never leaving Isabella's form.
“Oh?” Viscount Druitt raised an eyebrow in amusement.
“I'm tired of dancing and eating,” Isabella replied, maintaining her composure despite the Viscount's suggestive gesture.
The Viscount smirked, then placed his hand on her waist. “What a selfish princess you are, beautiful bird. You want something...” his finger traced along her curves, “...more fun?” he teased, his tone dripping with innuendo.
Sebastian observed the interaction with a sense of discomfort creeping over him. But he knew he had to stick to the plan. Interrupting now would only ruin their chances of gathering valuable information.
Meanwhile, Isabella couldn't help but shudder at the Viscount's touch. She fought the urge to recoil, reminding herself to stay patient. "Patience! Patience, me! I just have to endure a little longer," she thought, steeling herself against the unwanted advances.
“Do you have something in mind, Viscount?” she asked, trying to maintain her composure.
“Of course...” he said, holding her chin, “...I could show you, my beautiful bird,” he replied with a suggestive grin.
Isabella fought the urge to recoil from his touch. "Hold it in, hold it in..." she thought, forcing herself to endure the discomfort a little longer.
But, then her eyes caught that of Elizabeth. Elizabeth was also at the party and Isabella wanted to avoid her at the moment not wanting to blow their cover.
Elizabeth was staring at her direction. And when the other dance finished, she was slowly approaching her.
“Crap! This is bad! Really, really bad!” Isabella thought, her heart pounding in her chest.
Suddenly, a falling cabinet landed in front of Elizabeth and the other guests. It was Sebastian, but he was wearing a mask. “Ladies and gentlemen, let the magic begin,” he announced.
Isabella sighed dramatically. “I am tired of seeing magic shows. Can we go now, Viscount, please?” she said, moving closer to the Viscount and leaning on him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, his attention momentarily diverted from the magic show.
"Sure, beautiful bird," he replied, then escorted her to a room somewhere in the manor.
As Isabella entered, she smelled a strange odor. "What's this?" she thought, but suddenly felt weak and blacked out. "Crap, I... Must..."
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Divine Temptation (Black Butler Sebastian X MC Fanfiction)
Fanfic"When I heard about Ciel being alive, I quickly went back to England. Just to see him with a demon butler. But, I didn't expect that our bond will go deeper than it already are. What a forbidden love story." - MC "Who are you talking to?" - Sebastia...
