Their Assassin {Black Butler x Reader}

twenty-one

Ever so slowly your eyes crept open. The first few seconds you had no idea where you were until you noticed the weight on your waist. The name of your former butler immediately shot into your head, making you realise what your current location was. Silently you glanced behind you. You shot up as your eyes directly met the ones of the demon next to you. You shoved his arm off of you and jumped out of the bed, flawlessly landing on both your feet, just like a cat. 

"What am I doing here, Alden?" You hissed at the smirking male. Your hands had formed into tight fists, clearly showing your anger. A big scowl had taken over your face and you were ready to defend yourself if it was needed. 

"Come back to bed, [Y/N]." Alden sat up in the gigantic bed. You violently shook your head. The calm demon tsk'ed and got out of the bed, making his way to your [short/tall/average height(?)] figure. He now stood infront of you. Being taller than you, he had to look down. Just as he was about to grab your arm you decided to take action. With an incredible force and grace your rammed your elbow in his face, making it turn with a sickening crack. As fast as you could you turned around and sprinted to the door, your fleeing instinct kicking in. Sadly you got pushed against the door before you could open in. In seconds your back was against the door and your hands pinned above you.

"You think you can beat a royal demon, little girl?" Alden growled in your face. You looked emotionless as ever, making Alden only more mad. He pushed his body against yours with a loud, satanic growl. His eyes flashed a bright pink and looked terrifying, but did somehow not faze you at all. 

"Royal?" An humorless laugh left your [lip/shade] lips. "Of course I couldn't beat a royal demon, but beating a lowlife, disgusting butler would be no problem at all." Just as you thought he only got more mad from your words, losing focus. You forced your leg against his hip, hitting him so hard that he let you go. Before you could run for your freedom Alden yelled something that made your body freeze. 

"Don't you want to know what I mean with the contract?" You had been wondering about that since the night, but wanted to get away from him that bad that you didn't even think about asking him. Your curiosity got the best of you and you turned back to the royal demon.

"What about it?" You spoke softly, distrust in your melodic voice. 

Alden stood infront of you again in a blink of the eye. He grabbed you and threw you rougly on the bed. 

"Sit still and I'll tell you about it." His whole facial expression was serious and he looked abit on edge by your escape attempt. Alden sat down on a chair in the corner of the room. 

"So it was the night they died. You were silently sleeping in your room while it all happened. A few men that were after their money sneaked into the house, ready to steal everything away. Your parents catched them and got shot. They both lost a lot of blood. I felt both the souls of your mother and father slip away, both even pure and beautiful. I knew I had to get them. When I arrived they were already on the brink of death. Without a contract I can not devour their soul as a royal demon so your father made a deal with me with his last breath, making sure you would be safe until you were on the age to handle yourself. He told me that I could take you to my castle as soon as you turned seventeen. You've been promised to me." Disbelief was in the look you gave him and a thick tension hung in the silent air. 

"You're lying." It was only a slight whisper, but enough to make Alden make his way to you. Without saying anything he pulled his glove off and showed you the back of his left hand. There was a pentagram-like symbol on it. It was pitch black and looked like some sort of satanic symbol to you. 

"You have a same kind of tattoo on the back of your neck, but it's much smaller." Alden brushed his hand through your hair and hid his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your delicious scent. You quickly pushed him off of you with a scowl. 

"Bullshit!" You spat at him and jumped off the bed. "I never seen something like that on my body. If it really was there I would for sure have noticed it at some point in my life."  

Alden placed his hand on your shoulder and slightly pinched it with his long, slender fingers. "I've always dressed you, my love. I've always been the one to take care of your body and you never really look in the mirror for long. If you've paid attention to all the details on your body than yes, you should have noticed it. But," he leaned in closer to your face, "guess what?" 

Only looking at the cocky smirk he was wearing on his face made your blood boil. The thing that made your anger only worse was that everything he said was true. He always took care of you and your body, how would you notice something that was on the back on your neck if you didn't pay attention to the details? 

"I want to see it." You spoke softly to the demonic prince. "I want to see the proof." 

"As you wish, milady." Alden winked at you with a arrogant grin plastered on his handsome face. He took your hand in his and pulled you to a second door in the room. He opened it to reveal a gigantic bathroom with golden touches all over it, making it look chic and royal. 

The demon led you to a big mirror. He quickly fished a smaller handmirror from a drawer and shoved your [H/C] hair out of the way. As he held the handmirror up you immediately saw the symbol. 

His story was true. 

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{A/N}

My apologies for adding another author's note.

I hope you all had a very nice carnaval. I personally live in Huissen, a place in the Netherlands where it gets celebrated grandly. I met an amazing boy who most likely doesn't even know my name (I only know his by somehow managing to find him on instagram). 
I wrote a fanfiction about Jeff the killer that is named Desireable killer. I you guys would want to read that it would be amazing! 
Sorry for the late update and horrible quality chapter btw. Next one will be better I hope. 

Lots of love, Silke.