Black Butler X (Malleus) Reader

Chapter 5

-3rd POV-

Sebastian unbuttoned his coat, "Right then." He said, before wrapping it around (Y/n), who blinked in question.

"Sebastian?" The fae questioned.

"Please do not allow yourself to catch a chill. I will prepare some hot milk when we have returned to the town house. And I shall sweeten it with honey or brandy or something of the sort." He smiled at her, then to Ciel, then back at her, "Please, stay close to the young master."

She blinked, "But I can he—"

He shook his head, "No need. I have it all under control, my lady."

"Ohhh? I'm not going to let you go running home just like that, you know?!" Grelle said, as she revved her chainsaw, "Little death scythe here and I are both full of soooo much pent-up energy these days 'cos our quarry has been much too easy to..." She leaped, "...hunt!"

Instantly, the fae moved herself and the earl as the butler also moved, making the reaper hit the ground with her saw.

"I much prefer doing the chasing myself to being chased, Sebastian! So let's have ourselves a marvelous round of tag, shall we?!"

"I have asked you before...to refrain from uttering such vile...drivel...!" Sebastian said as he back-flipped away from the reaper, who swung her saw.

"Don't be like that! You'll get hooked on my little one once you've had a taste..." She headed towards him, "...I'm sure!"

The butler had grabbed the gas lamp beside him and blocked the chainsaw.

"Ooh! You don't look like it, but you're pretty powerful, Sebastian! ♡ However...The real show begins now! The death scythe..." Her weapon started to cut through, as the butler's eyes turned fuchsia, "...can cut through a gas lamp..." The saw cut through more, "...like a twig!" It broke through and cut the butler's arm.

His eyes widen as from the wound, recordings seems to come from his blood that gushed out, "Wha..."

"From this day forth...you are my faithful dog."

This...is...—

He gasped as he held his injured arm.

"—How was it for you, hm? The pain you felt must've been rather dramatic, no?" Grelle licked her lips, "That just now was a little talent we reapers have...the "cinematic record." Grim Reapers receive a list of those who are scheduled to die and judge them by playing back their memories using the "record." We look at what sort of humans they were..."

"...and what sort of lives they lived. Show we allow them to live? Or should we kill them? People say a magic lantern passes before their eyes when they are on the verge of death...but that's just reapers like lil' ole me playing back that human's "memories." For those who receive the judgement..."this human should die"..."

"...We use our death scythes to sever their memories and souls from their bodies, and...for them, it is "the end."" Grelle explained.

"I had presumed you were only guilty of poor taste, but...a peeping tom as well, are you? Truly the lowest of the low." Sebastian said.

She ran towards him, "Non, non! That is our job! But...Yes, all right!" She raised her weapon, "I admit, I am a wee bit curious...about what lurks in the pasts of fine men like yourself!"

He dodged, but his eyes widen when he felt her presence behind him.

"Especially...when they seem to be the bad-boy type!"

The butler turned last second and grabbed the weapon, making it hit the wall behind him.

Grelle giggled, "You can't play make-believe with yours truly like you do with humans, Sebastian. The death scythe can slice right through...memories..." Her saw started to slice down the wall, "...souls...dimensions..."