defying reason - kuroshitsuji

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Henceforth, the secretive duo left the courtroom, plotting their next move and deciphering new ways to keep secrecy during this new adventure. But, one to spite their plans was left in that very room deciding for himself what this new threat really was. Was this even a threat? Or was he just scared of the nearly invisible emotions alighting within?

O N L Y  T I M E  W I L L      T E L L.

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The Phantomhive Estate

Outskirts of London

England

June 2nd, 1892

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'"You are incompetent." A man, no less than fifty, stood by a small child. He eyed the crumpled form on the ground, eyes narrowing in disappointment. He pressed his oak coloured boots into the little girls chest as she wheezed and coughed at the action. her eyes were glazed over with tears, her once immaculate and unruffled clothes were dishevelled and stained with patches of browning crimson. "Whip him now." he gave her another numbing shove to the chest, surely leaving a large bruise upon contact. The child glanced at the whip next to her on the floor, never could she bring herself to harm anyone-- especially the trembling boy afoot. "P - Please I don't want-." She was cut off with another kick as the man picked up the whip and did the task nevertheless. "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU WANT."'

"I - I'm... stop," the woman whispered in her sleep, fists clenching the silky sheets, salty moisture gathering In the corners of her eyes. "My lady, it is time to wake up." The silky smooth voice broke through Adriane's recurring nightmare, her alert blazing luminous vermillion eyes snapped open and she sat upright on the bed, wiping her tears quickly and calming herself. Her eyes restored to their natural colour, Moon Grey. This had been the sixth time this week, the nights she feared to sleep. She smiled gracefully regaining her regal and upper-class aura. "Good morning Alastor, I trust you slept well?" The Butler only chuckled, opening the curtains to let the rays of rare English sunlight into the room. "Young mistress, you know that creatures like us require no sleep." the lady chortled once more swinging her pale legs over the side of the bed and waiting for the butler to attend to her.

Peering around, Adriane noticed she was not home. Due to the queens relocation plans, the whole Whitely household and staff had to be moved to another location. Her, Alastor and the rest of the staff had arrived at the peak of midnight to prevent unwanted hassle. She lay under the sheets of a forest green themed room, the walls, curtains and bedsheets were all in the woodland shade whilst the floor was carpeted black and ebony lined the canopy bed with drapes hanging from its beams, pinned back to let the sun inside. Attached to the room was an elegant bathroom, fitted with a porcelain toilet, basin and a newly imported roman tub, lined with faux gold. The main theme was polished charcoal granite, it suited her tastes. "The butler wasn't misleading about their accommodation," Alastor commented dryly, he had taken an immediate disliking to the other butler for reasons of a possessive nature. Be that as it may, Alastor was kind and that's all anybody could desire from a devoid being of iniquity.

Alastor Edgewood. He was able, just as Adriane was an able woman, Ciel was an able man and Sebastian was an able butler. He was too, not of this world. He was handsome in his own way, still staying young but having a look that gave him a certain maturity. After all, he was a demon of Owls, The wisest creatures of them all. He was graceful and patient, everything a butler should and could be. However, society just adored the fact that he had wood-hue hair and almost grass-blade orbs, it suited him greatly. He still managed to give it his own suave and topped it off with the utmost loyalty to his mistress. Bound by eternity with a seal, shamefully placed in the valley of her breasts.