"𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲."
The life of the youngest Phantomhive as he and his elder brother find out a secret that's been kept from them.
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"My darlings, how unfortunate this turned out to be. If you had let it go we could have played chess again, but now you've taken everything!" She shouted when a chainsaw suddenly made its way into your vision and was headed for you and Ciel before Sebastian quickly caught it.
He pushed it away from you along with Grell who was controlling it as she did a flip before landing on the ground. "What is that?" Ciel asked in shock at the weird looking device.
"Grim reapers use tools for harvesting souls. That is his reapers scythe." Sebastian explained before Grell complained. "Don't you dare call it that! This is so much more than a scythe! I worked very hard to customize it. This is a special death scythe of my own design. It can hack anyone into tiny pieces." She boasted.
"I've been far too well behaved, I'm getting out of shape. I would love to exercise my skills. So shall we play?" Grell asked while she puckered her lips and tried making a cute face.
"Perhaps you could be a bit more respectful of my position. I'm on duty, after all." Sebastian asked with an annoyed face. "What a stoic man you are! That makes you even more irresistible!" Grell said.
"You know, red is my favorite color. It's perfect for hair, for clothes, for lipstick, so I painted all those women with pretty, pretty red blood." She said as she readjusted her grip on her death scythe.
"So, Bassy, now I'll make you even better looking than you are. I'll tear you up from the inside, and trust me. I'll make you like it." She chuckled, "You'll be as lovely as scattered rose petals."
"You're a grim reaper. Your job is to quietly harvest the souls of the dying," Sebastian turned around and removed his coat before placing it on top of both you and Ciel "and as a butler, your job is to follow your master like a shadow. You have violated both of these expectations, and quite frankly, I find it sickening." He said as he turned back around to face Grell.
"Bassy, you wound me. You know, I'm more deadly efficient than I seem." She said with a grin to show her uniquely shaped teeth.
"In my name and that of the queen, I order you, Sebastian. Put an end to them." Ciel said as he removed his eye patch and opened his right eye as it glowed. Your left eye itched as the contract buzzed.
"Indeed, my young lord." Sebastian whispered as he took off his gloves. Grell currently had Sebastian against a wall as her death scythe started cutting into his coat. Meanwhile, you and Ciel faced your aunt.
"You're still the queens guard dog and butterfly, which means that now, I'm your prey," She then slipped her hand into her sleeve, searching for something. "But if it's hunt or be hunted," She revealed a knife that was hidden before charging at the both of you.
"there's only one thing I can do!" She shouted, you reacted quickly and turned to the front of Ciel, shielding your body with your own as the knife cut deep into your arm while it sharply grazed his. You both winced in pain as the force she used had you both collide with the wall.
