Lost Precious of Mine (Black Butler Fanfic) [Demonic Editing Ongoing]

Chapter 20 Answer to Every Question

Sabrina Luthferd

Time seems to have ceased moving as I stared at his cold blue eyes. The words that I have been craving for him to tell me has come out of his own mouth. Warmth spread throughout my chest and my face reddened.

I was about to reveal my own feelings but I needed to weigh the odds first. First of all, we're siblings. I may have this speculation that we're not siblings but that is just still nothing but a speculation. Second of all, his fiancée have just died. It is a sign of disrespect to convey that one did not love the person he is about to marry just days after the person died. Third is that there is no solid proof that Brother really does love me in a romantic aspect.

And so, I have made ny decision to how am I supposed to react to the situation. I released a soft laugh and pulled my hand away from his.

His face turned that of confusion and pain.

I stretched my arms as a response. "It has been a long day for me, Brother. I shall now take my slumber."

"....I see." He closed his eyes and then nodded. "Goodnight." His voice was cold that it ripped my heart to pieces.

After that night, we did not talk each other anymore. No small talks, just silence that could kill. It may hurt my feelings but I do know that what I did was right.

As promised, I went back to Undertaker after three days. I'm really unnerved to what I am about to discover.

I opened the door to Undertaker's place to find him sitting properly behind his desk. He did not seem to be in the mood to go and make those crazy appearances.

"It's nice to see you, Sabry." He gently smiled, rising from his seat. "Just remain standing up."

I followed his instructions, gulping a bit. He firmly put his hands on each side of my shoulders.

"Just look at my palm." He instructed.

One of his hands freed my shoulder and he held out his hand in front of my face, palm facing I.

"Five, four, three, two, one~" he counted and removed his hand that was in front of me.

With such simple gesture, we arrived at a place that is certainly not Undertaker's shop. It was a spacious library that seems to extend infinitely.

"....Are you a witch?" I asked. Those were the first words that seemed to have entered my mind.

Undertaker chuckled. "I'm afraid I'm not, Sabry."

"What is a human doing here!??" A familiar voice chirped out.

I turned around to spot a redhead glaring at I with hands on his waist.

"In all due respect, why?" He asked, twirling to us. "This is extremely forbidden!"

"And so, I suggest for your cooperation." Undertaker said, running his long nail on his lips.

"I can't give you my word. Will will definitely kill m-" Grell was cut off when a picture was shown to him. "....."

"So, do we have a deal?"

Grell nodded a couple of times, grabbing the picture.

"This is heaven!~" he literally screamed, spinning in circles.

I do not know where I should start to feel bewildered. With the sudden teleportation? or the peculiar gesture of Grell? or the picture that was given to him?

"You see, Sabry, I am-"

"A Death God." I cut him short.

"Hmm? How did you know?" He asked.