Black Butler: The Book of Her: Sirens Tell No Tales

His Master, Broken

Chapter Warnings: ⚠️‼️⚠️: Extreme Body Horror, Blood and Gore, Dehumanization, Torture, Extreme Cruelty, Mind Breaking, Temporary Insanity, Minor references to child abuse, Racism, Use of a Slur, slight transphobia, Possessive thoughts (non-romantic):⚠️‼️⚠️

Hey guys! Guess who's back! I'll explain myself at the end but for right now, I hope you enjoy! Additionally, I urge you to heed the chapter warnings if any of these topics make you uncomfortable because this chapter is....a lot. Read with caution y'all!

*Note: All unaccounted for grammar mistakes will be corrected at a later date. Author has bad built eyes.

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Kuroshitsuji POV

They have made a grievous error.

The men stood frozen, their gazes fixed on the young woman who now sat perched on the long table, powerful legs crossed like a queen on her throne. They had underestimated her time and time again, so sure that this meek little hedge-clipper was no match for them in any regard. Yet, she has bested them—effortlessly, cruelly, leaving no room for doubt of her superiority. And now, she mocked them.

Her woven hair, still elongated and writhing like serpents, float dozens of feet behind her, taking up an entire half of the room. Her golden adornments at the ends gleam like fangs in the dim light. A smirk played on her lips, that damnable little smirk that sent chills down their spines. Her gaze is black and fathomless, abyssal in its depth, and Ciel found himself struggling to look her in the eyes.

A flood of questions churned within him. Who are you? What are you? How did you manipulate the rain? How did you trick us? Was this your plan all along? The words lingered on the edge of his tongue but died before they could escape.

Ciel Phantomhive, for the first time in a long time, was scared. Truly scared.

This woman—no, this thing—terrified him in a way no other had. Even Sebastian, his demon butler, hardly has a chance against her at this rate. And the reapers? Hah! Those imbeciles had been twisted like licorice, reduced to nothing more than playthings with only so much as her fucking thoughts! And just look at her!

That smile—that cold, knowing smile—god, it makes him sick.

She knows they can't do anything to her. She knows they can't do anything to that buffoon she's guarding without facing her wrath, and she knows they won't dare lift a finger to her now, not unless they have a death wish.

Ciel takes a moment to assess his butler. The demon's expression was something he had never seen before, not like this. There's admiration, awe, and even something bordering on reverence in his eyes; something the young lord has very rarely seen with the demon towards his master. Additionally, there was an all-consuming hunger that, Ciel recognizes, is ever-so-slightly different. It's no less primal, but it's familiar in a way that Ciel refuses to analyze further. He's seen similar gazes towards himself before. Gazes of raw want, anticipation....

Lust....

The boy shivers, though not from the cold.

The beast turned her head slowly, her void-like eyes sweeping over each of them. She was sizing them up, one by one, like a predator calculating how to strike. She's going to kill them. Surely, that was it. She's going to kill them any second now and there's absolutely nothing they can do to stop her.

Ciel isn't an idiot. He knows they've wrong this woman, this...thing, multiple times over. They belittled her, disrespected her, and berated her over and over again in both human and cat form. Ciel knew, had always known, deep down, that she hadn't deserved it. This isn't a mindless monster lashing out for no reason. This is a thoroughly tormented being that has been backed into a corner, and has been given no other choice but to retaliate.