Black butler one shots ((requests closed and on hold))

Ciel X Reader

            Following the incle, I called a "Sister" I groaned. We were here to ask Madam Red, who had been supplying us with good work lately, some questions. Grelle's long dark-red hair had been braided, per her request, and was dressed in her casual clothes. Her red-framed glasses had been customized with a new chain and a few small skulls. Her green eyes seemed to glow as we walked, Grelle's attire consisted of a velvet vest; soft satin gloves and a red-and white-striped bow around her neck. Said bow had been washed and ironed today, while her black cotton pants made the red of her outfit pop. Her red and black high-heeled ankle boots clicked down on the polished floor. While she had dressed to impress, I had dressed more simply. A fitting white shirt that flowed out at my elbows with a black corset, I wore the same form fitting pants and a pair of black high heels. I try to stay simple so there's not much I have to repair or replace.

Being dragged by my sister, I scoffed. She was way too excited about this. Pulling my hand free I stood in front of a family portrait. Letting my eyes scan over the painting, I felt a pang of pity in my stomach. Those young boys... Twins. One was killed a few months back, maybe a year now I'm not sure. The other was nowhere to be found, but the place stank of demon, so that was the only logical explanation. The blonde-haired woman... One of the first souls I reaped... Rachel, and her husband. Vincent, I believe. The two kids on the bottom. Ciel and Finnian. The Heir and his Spare. Such a funny way of addressing your kids, is it not? There was clearly favoritis-

CRASH BANG!

A door, or a wall, or something fell in. Snapping me from my trance. Looking at the direction it came from, I began to follow my sister's trail of destruction. It went from the casual destruction such as doors left open to an inconvenient destruction like vases broken and paintings torn, and finally the master of destruction. The doors bea

ing broken. Looking at the broken door I scoffed, stepping towards the entrance I was quick to cover my mouth and nose with my sleeve. The smell of demon seemed to flow endlessly from the room, stepping in I scanned my eyes over the room. The elegant walls had small floral decals in them, the curtains were vibrant red silk while the floor was excellent marble. Great taste in my opinion. Scanning my eyes over the small group I took in who was there. Lady Elizabeth, looking good, Paula, beautiful as always, Bard, ugly cigarette, Mey-rin, so pretty!, 012, Madam Red, the god forsaken reason I'm here, Sebastian, demon, and finally my infuriating sister, who was on top of the demon's shoulders. Said demon looked livid.

"Grelle come down, Sebastian is..."

My eyes quickly scanned him up and down and I continued my sentence.

"Annoyed. Hello Lady Elizabeth and Mrs. Paula, Phantomhive servants, pleasure to meet you, and of course."

I spoke with a small bow of my head at each name; before giving a deeper bow.

"Madam Red, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance once again."

I say, before rising and locking eyes with my sister once again.

"I will not speak again. Off the man."

Grelle stuck her tongue out at me, taunting me, as I took several steps forward. Standing in the middle of the room I glare at my sister, while the demon let out a few small laughs.

"I apologize for my laughter. It's just quite funny how you're handling Grelle."

Rolling my eyes I take a step forward before quickly retreating back, the scent of Brimstone and sulfur washed over me, scent managing to invade my lungs: and with it brought a wicked sensation that flooded through my body making my stomach flip and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The same feeling from the cultist sight. This man... Was no mortal man, that scent was him. My eyes flicked towards the group, a contract must have been made with someone in the room... But who? No one had a similar scent, I'd have to figure out who later. That wasn't the task at hand, currently my objective was to get my sister off that demon. It wasn't that I had anything against him, he hasn't given me a reason to hate him. He was just a demon, and I was a reaper. No reason other than that. But I couldn't get close enough to get her, a step forward and the scent became too strong for my nose. Dipping my head ever so slightly as I raised an eyebrow, staring her down as I tucked my arms neatly behind my back; like an impatient mother waiting for her toddler to stop its tantrum and to act appropriately. As I watched my sister through hooded eyes, we had a silent conversation. As long as the conversation happened the room was sickeningly silent, the only noise was birds chirping outside of the ballroom windows and distant footsteps; but they were to far away to be a threat.