His Butler, Stained

His Butler, Stained Part 3

{Thanks Adele for the inspiration…}

             Wait

            This isn’t right.

            “Mein Cherie, you’re cold. You better get to sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stood up and brushed his uniform as if something wasn’t done.

             ‘Why?’

             ‘/We could’ve had it all, Rolling in the deep. You have my heart inside your hand, But you played it with the beat./’

            Something inside Sebastian that he embarrassed a part of this assassin and to think that she would fight back. Her eyes seemed devious in a sudden. And it’s true she’s cold. She had come at the ball late with her hair nearly wet from the rain. He figured that she was the only one who murdered Grey with her own hands. The reason the young master ordered him to do the job is to decrease his enemy by killing its enemyhimself. She really is a—

            “I pity you, Sebastian. Goodnight.”

~*~

            Sometimes she wished she hadn’t been woken from this trapped damnation it’s better that way instead to live the cruel reality that always made her off balance. Somehow in the back of her subconscious mind she knows. In that void, Parson goes back to her childhood…if she ever had one. She dedicated too much her life to her job that she barely paid attention of being a kid. She was, for her age, matured.

            There were other children that would talk about their future in the outside world (as if her foster siblings had one). More kids came in. They were religious, and Parson would hear them talk about angels…especially demons. ‘Hell is empty. All devils are here’ as Mr. Shakespeare would picture it. That caught her attention because it’s nearly the truth. Cross her heart when she was at that prison-school she didn’t even had a glance at a bible. Pity, no? But overhearing those kids, she learned what they do and who they influence.

            On a sunny day, at the discipline ground she overheard a pair; it doesn’t make sense really, “What if they’re hiding something from us? Is this some sacred ground?” the other one answered, “Yes, yes! God is here!”

            I turned to Marcus, who I guessed, heard the conversation too. “You know what God wants? He wants this hell finished and the shit out of here.”

            He nodded. “Hallelujah.”

            She hadn't fully understood her job until the training ground has been corrupted by its own political choices. Even it’s hard to admit, that prison-school had done her many advantages in life. She will not be in the position of high-ranked noblemen if it’s not for the skills she learned from the best.

~*~

            “Church?” he asked as he placed the tray of breakfast on my bed.

            “Why? You ain’t allied to God? Fine, then. I’ll go myself.” Last night, same night of Earl Grey’s death he revealed himself. She  was not shocked and already beyond scared. She was petrified. Earl Ciel Phantomhive has made a contract with a mad knife-throwing demon! Such wonder came to thisforsaken reality. After she said goodnight he just— “You’ll not do yourself good to me, demon. Now, that I know who you really are.”

            He snickered. “Young master will still let me escort you. I’ll just stand guard outside as ordered.”

            She mimicked, “As ordered.”  She brought her hands up in the air, “Oh, hell! I’m beginning to be insane!”

            “Doesn’t that language of yours bother your nobility?” he said as he brushed the curtains away.

            “You are not the boss of me, Michaelis. Have you forgotten? You hired me. I’m an assassin; I can take care of myself. Our business is done.”

            “Not as long as you have the money.”

            She growled at him. ‘He’s making me angry. Why? Because he’s a demon and that’s what they do.’ She calmed herself and glared at him, “I want the money, now.”

            “The money…” He came close, inching a bit far from her face. “is in Nottinghamshire’s.”

            She seemed hypnotized for a second, “Notting—and what is it doing there?”

            He leaned back and shrugged, “Young master was very careful about his treasure so he doesn’t keep his money close to where his enemy expected it to be.”

            “Is there a church there?”

            “It’s a bank.”