Lady Death (Black Butler x reader)

Summoned by Lord Phantomhive

~Third Person~

Ciel sat at his desk chair waiting for his butler Sebastian to arrive with the articles needed to summon the horsemen Death. The young Earl glared at the pile of paperwork he had to finish for The Queen. Sighing, he heard his study door open and in walked in the perfect butler with a bag full of what they need.

"Sebastian, set it up we don't have all night." Ciel ordered with his usual impatient manner. The butler simply bowed to his master before getting the ritual together. Once everything was in place, Sebastian lit the match and threw it into the mixture of bones and blood.

The room was soon filled with smoke, followed by a beautiful young girl with wide e/c and delicate s/c skin giving her the look of false innocence. Her pale pink lips complimented the rest of her features, and her h/c hair made her simply marvelous. Her body was covered by a black corset with a white mid section; a flower pattern on it as well. Black roses lined the dress's waist, before the tool skirt of white and black puffed and stopped at the knees. Her shoulders were covered by a black jacket with little puffed out sleeves, and black stockings underneath her dress. (media picture)

The gentlemen looked awestruck at the devilishly beautiful girl they had summoned. Looking at the two attractive men her cheeks tinted pink before a Cheshire cat grin spread across her lips. "Well hello boys, fancy meeting you here." She said smoothly meeting both sets of crimson eyes.

"Cut the act we have business to take care of. I offer you a deal Lady Death, you will come to work for me." Ciel said acting as if her beauty did not concern him at all. His Butler stood at his side looking at the women suddenly intrigued by her mad smile.

"And why would I do that? I am not something you can simply claim to own." her silky voice seemed to fill the room with each new word.

The navy blue haired man snapped his fingers at his butler; with graceful speed he arrived back with a death scythe in hand, Lady Death's scythe to be exact. If the horsemen was surprised she never let it show on her face, as a victorious smirks appeared on her captors faces. "I hear there is a theory that who ever posses the weapon of Death, posses Death herself, interesting isn't it Lady Death?" The Earl said, knowing he won the game.

Lady Death gave a bitter smile of defeat, before bowing her head to her new master. "Please call me y/n, Lord Phantomhive." y/n stated swiftly before allowing her eyes to meet the butler's and Earl's.

~Your POV~

Lord Ciel nodded his head slightly before Sebastian ran off and hid away my death scythe. I am still a mystery to the worlds I walk through but I am all to familiar with the inhabitants of them. I have been watching Ciel for quite sometime, Sebastian as well, making sure my little entertainment never lost it's heart beat. I must have slipped up and had left my death scythe somewhere, making it all to easy for the demonic duo to find it.

I heard a piece of paper being slid towards me by my new Master, and quickly recognized it as a contract of obedience. Knowing I did not have much room to argue I wrote my name in perfect cursive before the contract turned to ash sealing my fate.

"Sebastian, show y/n to her room. Tomorrow you will guide her through her daily task as well as explain the one's we do in secret." Lord Ciel ordered before his eyes drifted back to his work.

"Yes, My Lord." the demonic butler opened his mouth for the first time during this entire encounter; before turning around and gesturing for me to follow. Just then I felt a feeling I hadn't felt in awhile. The life I had to offer slipped through my fingers causing me to stop myself from moving.

"What is keeping you here? Get out." The crimson eyed master tiredly said, hoping to get to work as soon as possible. I let out a mad laugh that seemed to cause Sebastian to giggle for he just loved the sound of insanity.

"My Lord if I may, I've taken so many lives it seems I have enough to spare. That being said, I have no control over it, but it seems to be drawn to you both. Therefore, it is no longer mine." I practically sang to them.

"What the hell are you babbling on about?" Lord Ciel said annoyed and his face turning twisted as if he smelled something rotten.

"Congratulations gentlemen, your emotions are alive, your hearts are beating; metaphorically of course. You're both still servants of Hell." I explained to them, Ciel looking mortified and Sebastian looked simply blanked faced masking any thought he could possibly be having.

Lord Ciel cleared his throat before speaking, "You are dismissed- both of you." At that he retrieved back into his own thoughts. I was then lead out of the study doors officially the new servant of The Earl Phantomhive.

~Third Person~

Y/n's first emotion was relief, and she remember it clearly but just then  she felt herself hope that the two could feel a pleasant first emotion as well. However, both demons didn't know how to process what they were going through. Overwhelmed with emotions Sebastian had never felt before and ones Ciel hadn't felt in a long time. Both were extremely bitter about it at first, knowing emotion was simply a burden that would make it harder to destroy threats.

Sebastian felt it more than anything, he never wanted to feel what pathetic humans felt. He even pitied them for allowing themselves to be weak, granting permission for someone to hold their delicate little hearts and trusting them not to smash it. The butler was even about to demand y/n take them back, he didn't ask for them. Then, something strange happened, his hand accidently bumped y/n's and a wave of what felt like butterflies flew through him causing him to step away. He'd never admit it but he enjoyed the feeling and later that night he craved to feel it again. His mind going back to y/n and her hand. He thought of how it was soft but had an edge to it, making it rough at the touch.

Ciel however may not have felt the bitterness as strongly as Sebastian but his did last longer. Flipping through papers he had no interest in, he sulked quietly and alone before something caught his eye. It seemed the horsemen had left behind a patch of baby's breathe, (my profile picture is what it looks if you are wondering.) instead of feeling anger at his destroyed flooring he felt wonder. His mind floated to y/n standing there wide eyed and shocked. His cheeks flushed red as he remembered her voice, and how much it intrigued him. He craved to learn more, he craved to know how it became smooth but deadly like a trap.

Both demons thought of y/n with one question in mind. Has Lady Death cursed them or granted them a gift?