The sleeping ash. Black Butler various x reader

At night: The Butler, Born

*3rd pov*

All four lunge at Undertaker. Sebastian holds butter knives and (Y/n) with her black claws, but the mower comes their way. "!?" Sebastian and (Y/n) duck down. "Whoa there! My mistake!" Ronald taunts. "Your eyesight seems rather poor... ...hm!?" Sebastian glares with a tick mark. "Oops!" (Y/n) taunts and jumps on top Ronald's back to use her jacket tails to shoot at Undertaker. "Whoa!" Ronald dodges as Sebastian throws his butter knives at Undertaker.

"Grim Reapers are all verrry near-sighted!" Undertaker deflects the attacks from Sebastian and (Y/n). "That puts you at a disadvantage!!" Grell rushed to slash Undertaker, but he used his wooden steak to block the attack. "Eh...!?" However, the chainsaw cut through the wooden steak.

‘I cut through it!? Then why couldn’t I before!?’ Grell reflects on the last time. Undertaker grins and kicks Grell on her back. Ronald comes in with his mower, but Undertaker lands on his shoulders. “...!!” Ronald looks up just as Undertaker strikes down which Ronald’s glasses flew off him. “Damn, my specs!” Ronald reaches for his glasses. “You’re still green if you’re relying on your eyeees!” Undertaker kicks Ronald’s face. “What the heck are you… …doing!?” Grell throws Ronald’s specs at him. “Thank you, sir–” Ronald reaches for his specs. “Er!” However, one butter knife gets a hold of it while Sebastian and (Y/n) keep shooting at Undertaker.

“My, my. Can you really hunt me with such tiiiiiny tableware, I wonder? The kitty got two tails with very beautiful spikes to hunt me down.” Undertaker taunts Sebastian and compliments (Y/n). “They may be inferior to death scythes, but.. …the sharpness of our family silver is first-class!” Sebastian slashes the wooden steak. “Hmph… flattery won’t get you nowhere.” (Y/n) shoots her spikes at Undertaker. “I seeee!” Undertaker dodges the attacks and shoots three wooden steaks at Sebastian (Y/n) which they jump away and land on the railing. “Come, come. What’s the matter? Is this all the three of you can manage? You’re going to hunt me down, aren’t yooou? Hee! Hee!”

“He’s really pissing me off…” Ronald puts his specs back on. “Let’s do this quick. The ship is listing pretty bad. We’re out of time.” Grell said. “...You said it.” Ronald checks his watch. The two leap and attack Undertaker at the same time. “I can’t be worrying about my looks!!” Grell shouts. “We’ve gotta attack head-on!!” Ronald shouts as Undertaker uses his wooden steak again, but it doesn’t get destroyed like last time. “Again!? I can’t believe this! A death scythe is supposed to be able to cut through anything…! So… …how come you can parry our death scythes!?” Grell questions.

Undertaker grins. “The death scythe can cut through anything… hm? Don’t you find that catchphrase a little funny?” Undertaker said. “!?” Grell glares at him. “Well! It’s not funny to me in the very leeeast! Hee! Hee! There is one thing, isn’t there? One thing that it can’t cut through.” Undertaker looks at the two. “You don’t mean…!?” Ronald realized. Undertaker strikes and slashes the two in the chest. “GAHHAH…” The two land away from him. “......Kuh…!” Grell lifts up. “That’s a… …DEATH SCYTHE!!” Undertaker holds his death scythe which is the upper part of the skeleton with the sharp black behind the skull.

“I see. In the presence of many death scythes, the motto that a death scythe can cut through anything becomes a falsehood.” Sebastian said. “That death scythe looks better than the other ones since those are just gardening tools.” (Y/n) said. “Don’t they get collected unconditionally when a grim reaper retires…?” Ronald questioned. “I found it hard to part with mine as we’d been together for so long. ‘Twas suuuch trouble sneaking it out with meee!” Undertaker explains. “Fair. I would do the same.” (Y/n) nods.

“Now! Shall I try hunting you down instead? Just like the pitiful rabbits in the hunt that you are?” Undertaker raises his death scythe. “Oh fuc–” The four duck down as Undertaker slashes across from them as he cuts a pillar and furniture falls down which Sebastian uses to throw at Undertaker. “It’s no use. Slicing tables is no different than breaking biscuits. !” Undertaker slices the furniture, but notices Sebastian gone. “I simply wanted to get inside of the wide reach of your scythe.” Sebastian goes behind him and kicks him, but Undertaker dodges however he gets kicked to the side. “Yeah, but you ruined the element of surprise when you talked, Seb.” (Y/n) said which shocked Undertaker that she was the one to land a hit on him. “You thought up an amusing notion, Master Butler! The kitty did a beautiful ambush! Then…” Undertaker jumps away. “...I shall do the same.” Undertaker lands behind Ciel with his death scythe ready. “!?” The three are shocked.

“I can at long last have your lordship set foot into the coffin I custom made just for you…” Undertaker pulls Ciel close to him, but Sebastian and (Y/n) rush fast to them. “I knew you two would come.” Undertaker threw Ciel away. Sebastian and (Y/n) turn to Ciel and try to reach him, but they both get stabbed by the Undertaker. “Humans are weak and frail, but it is surprisingly difficult to drag oneself through a human life… …Master Butler… …Kitty… You seeee, I’ve always been most curious… …why the likes of a noxious beast such as yourself would be playing the part of a butler in a tailcoat. I’ve never seen your kind before, Kitty… why do you follow this beast, but always keep to yourself? I’ll have you two show me… …your cinematic record.” Sebastian and (Y/n)’s cinematic records pop out of them. “SEBASTIAN!!! (Y/N)!!!” Ciel calls out to them.

*Into Sebastian’s cinematic records*

[Yes. He is calling me.]

The demon’s hand changes back to his pitch black hand as he reaches out for something.

[Amidst sorrow, rage, confusion, and despair…]

The demon holds a child’s hand.

[....He is hurling out the words of a curse.

He is calling…Me.]

The room is filled with bodies and blood with the child standing in the middle, holding the demon’s hand. “What is your name?” The demon asks with a grin. “I am… …… Ciel. Ciel Phantomhive. The successor to the title of Earl Phantomgive.” Ciel tells the demon. “Fu fu… I see. Very well. Then I must take a form befitting the servant of an Earl.” The demon steps out of the darkness with his feet changed into dress shoes. “–Now. Command of me anything you wish.” The demon adjusted his butler suit and bows to Ciel.

“...My little lord.”