His Butler, Stained

A Prequel: His Butler, Stained Part 2

Tonight at the ball, a really unexpected plan haunts our lady. Dressed as gentleman, she planned to deceive everyone. Lord Vermóis, her well played fiancé and the mind of L1+666, is also herself. With the help of most members of L1+666 Alliances ‘he’ easily slipped in the party.One question hangs in her mind, ‘Why would I use Vermóis?’ Simple, he will make everything much more easily.

Lord Vermóis wore a black sleek suit with a fine wig that cropped the genuine one. ‘He’ had gloves to hide her feminine hands. A platinum colored ring carved with fox that also has dangling ring also in its nose. At those times, heels were popular so she picked the blackest and shiniest to stand out. Of course, ladies would be so fancied by ‘his’ appearance for it is also their kind that picked and personalized the gentleman.

            Weapons are at ready—always—for who-knows when it will happen. There was a pair of black poisoned knives strapped on her thighs skillfully. A full-clipped holster on the side of her boot and powdered poison on the inside pocket for who-knows that it might come in handy. The knives were black on purpose for refracting light at dark. Parson wouldn’t mind emergencies but on her concern that would always leads to and came from trouble. It’s attracted to her. She thought she had known it but she was always caught off guard. Because of her life.Her business.Her job.And her purpose.

A thought crossed her mind, a person like Grey wouldn’t be killed easily. It needs deep strategic scheme. If she would kill him, that would cause her majesty the queen a problem. Yes, maybe she could replace Grey but that wouldn’t be enough for Grey was Parson’s—

The Phantomhive kid told his butler to kill the earl with no means of step-by-step procedures. So her assassin part decided and concluded she’s the one to take care of it. Besides, it always leads to death.

If her conscience would tell her, ‘You’re dressing as a man! Are you insane? Do you know where that leads when you’re drunk?’ and she would answer. ‘Like I never did that before. And yes, I am totally insane,’ and ‘No, I would not take the risk to get drunk.’

Looking at the mirror, she thought about that kid, Ciel, in control of his butler which is stained by loyalty to the bone. She had come to believe that the manservant can make anyone talkwhich includes money and self-pleasure. He could get intelligence for the sake of the master’s orders. She would think that butler isn’t a butler at all. She would think he’s a professional investigator or a living war machine base on his battle sightings of him. Ha-ha. Her real rival.

She frowned at herself, thinking about the master and the servant having their lone time with each other—celebrating their victory. She even wondered if there are such habit or sessions going on. She snorted. “Men.” She cannot imagine find that entertaining. Finding pleasure with another male. She sighed. “Oh, well.”

Almost done with the prosthetics, she thought something was missing—ah, yes. She forgot about the lollipop she would give the Earl Phantomhive later, thanking him for the opportunity to get her sweet revenge.

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