Sarabi and Masayoshi Jibade were the notorious slum lord thugs of England. After their capture, they were sentenced to death by the order of the court. They escaped England's punishment by taking their own lives. Now in the care of The Undertaker, t...
"Did you hear the news? They're burying the Youngblood twins today.." A young maiden spoke aloud to her mistress walking the streets of England. "Indeed.. And what a glorious occasion, maybe now the streets will be a little safer with those bloody girls gone. Slum Lords or not those girls were absolute thugs.." The old maiden barked as she twirled her umbrella. The young girl smiled softly as she followed behind the woman carrying an empty basket ready to be filled from the market. "Were they that awful madam?" The older woman scoffed at the girl's curiosity. She stopped in front of a fruit merchant's shop examining the vast fruit. "Highly.. they preyed on the rich, they stole from us, they made a mockery of our high society, and if you ask me... I believe they killed the leader of The Gentlemen's Club." She fanned herself with a phony attempt to cry. The merchant held an apple to the woman to help cease her mewling.
"A beautiful woman like yourself should never have to cry, an apple for you fair one?" The woman smiled contently as she wiped a supposed tear, taking the apple. After buying what she came for the woman led the young girl further into town in all its hustle and bustle. "The leader of The Gentlemen's club?" The young aid asked as she fumbled with the basket. "Yes.. We were to wed... And I shoudve been even richer!" She glared with gritted teeth. The young aid sighed at her mistress's lack of compassion. "Ya know mistress, I think it's a shame they were killed while being held captive." The girl spoke as she walked close behind the woman.
"They weren't killed, they committed suicide! Honestly where do you find your gossip girl?" The woman stopped and looked back at the girl placing a hand on her hip. The girl bashfully looked away slightly intimidated by the woman.
"W-Well, how did they acquire the weapons if they were patted down before hand?.. Doesn't that seem quite suspicious ma'am?" The woman cocked a brow towards the girl as she rolled her eyes. "Stop over thinking things will you? It's not becoming of you darling.." The woman mocked as she walked into the establishment of The Undertaker. The girl's eyes widen before she hesitantly ran in behind her calling for her. She stopped as she witnessed all the coffins lying around. There was a thick aura of death and something else in the air, the girl couldn't quite put her finger on it. She crept around slowly making sure she wouldn't disturb the coffins, God forbid anyone be lying in one of them at the moment. The girl jumped as she heard a cackle coming from behind her. She turned around to see no one was there so she continued to walk. She called quietly for her mistress as she began to tremble. She bumped into a coffin and she screamed bloody murder until her mistress came behind her holding a hand over her mouth.
"Really dear.. get a hold of yourself.." She smirked as she walked away from the girl and further into the store. The women walked into the furthest room in the back of the store where one tall coffin was propt against the wall and two coffins that were merged together laid in a bed of flowers surrounded by candle lights laying in the middle of the room. The older maiden crossed her arms as she walked into the room, her aid following in close behind her.
"I know you're here.. come out this instant!" The younger aid looked around with fear as she heard the cackle again. "My lady, who are you referring--" The slow creaking door of the propt casket haulted the girl, her eyes the size of Chinaware as her eyes met the glowing green eyes of the silver haired man stepping from the coffin. The woman covered the younger maiden's mouth once more knowing she would scream.
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