Book of Tragedy

His Butler, from Hell

[YOU THOUGHT THIS WAS OVER BUT NOPE, I HAVE A SUDDEN TWIST]

As (y/n)'s body hit the cold hard ground, he cried out for someone to save him, someone anyone. He couldn't speak, there was no breath left in his lungs. His blood was spewing out by the gallons, he couldn't feel his body, his vision was going dark. He felt like a bug trapped within a spider's web. There was something going through (y/n)'s head, it seemed like some sort of gibberish.

"Hoheo Taralna, Rondero Tarel!" (Y/n) managed to call out between coughs of blood, "Hoheo Taralna, Rondero Tarel!"

Why his body was only able to say just those four words was confusing to (y/n). How he was still holding onto his life was unbelievable. He was loosing his hearing but (y/n) was sure he could hear the sounds of someone approaching. It was most likely the servants coming to get rid of his body. But instead, there was a man in a black tail coat. The man was clearly visable, even though the rest of (y/n)'s vision was blurred.

The man was tall, clearly taller than (y/n), with solid black hair and pale skin. (Y/n) felt like he was looking up at a spider.

"You have summoned me here, that can never be changed" the man said "what is it that you wish?"

(Y/n) coughed up a little blood, "r..revenge on those who harmed...." (Y/n) coughs "...my family"

"What are you will to give in return for your revenge?" The man asked.

"A...anything..."

"Then your soul for your revenge," the man said.

A spider crawled its why towards (y/n)'s fake eye, the eyepatch burning away. (Y/n) was scared, but drawn in by this man's words. A soul for revenge? Then so be it, everyone in the house of Phantomhive will pay. The spider bit down onto the fake silver eye, suprisingly this actually hurt causing (y/n) to scream out in pain. His bones began to knit themselves back into place, the bullets being pushed out of his body as the wounds began to heal themselves.

The spider forced its way into (y/n)'s eye socket, merging itself with the fake eye. (Y/n)'s fake eye suddenly became real, attaching itself to his body, but then the eye began to burn as a yellow and light brown pentagram burned over his silver pupil. Once the pain stopped (y/n) was too tired to move as the man picked him up in his arms.

"My name is Claude Faustus, I will be your butler for the remainder of our time together" the butler said.

"Y...you aren't human are you?" (Y/n) asked nervously.

"No, I am a demon and you have formed a contract with me, I will serve you until our contract is fulfilled," Claude said, "where shall we go, your highness?"

"Somewhere safe, I don't care..." (Y/n) said, his eyes closing as he fell asleep.

(Y/n) woke to the smell of tea and to the feel of a comfortable bed bellow him. His body had been fully recovered and the pain had stopped, but where was he? (Y/n) didn't recognize this room, none of the furniture, not even the night gown he was dressed in. The only thing he did recognize was the butler opening the curtains.

"Good morning, your highness" Claude said with an emotionless gaze, "I brought you to my previous master's home, if it doesn't suffice then I will prepare a new residence for you"

"Its fine," (y/n) said "I was hoping this was all a dream, that I would wake up in my tent back at the circus,"

"Come now your highness, I've prepared a special tea for you this morning," Claude said.

"Earl Gray, I've smelt it before but never actually tasted it" (y/n) said, "I'm not used to having a butler, I grew up on the streets with my family, no one cared for us"

(Y/n) watches as Claude carefully and skillfully poured the tea into a white tea cup. The auroma was intoxicating, (y/n) never had anyone deliver food nor drink to him before, he was like a kid in a candy store. Claude proceeded to gather some clothes, while (y/n) drank the tea like it was the last thing he would ever drink.

The outfit was a black button up shirt with matching pants and dress shoes, a dark blue tie and a black coat. It fit (y/n) perfectly, like Claude had made the clothes specifically for him.

"I would question how you got all of this but I doubt I will understand," (y/n) said sitting down the cup as he nervously let Claude dress him.

This was all new to him, but he didn't want to piss off the new demon butler. Claude seemed like the type to rarely show emotions, (y/n) was tempted to try and get one out of him but resisted the urge. Once dressed (y/n) stood, his body a little weak from the fight last night.

"I have prepared breakfast for you," Claude said "the manor has been cleaned, the garden trimmed and redesigned"

"You really take this seriously," (y/n) said "are there any other demons I should worry about?"

Claude let out a sigh, "the Phantomhive butler, I believe you met him under the name 'Black', he has formed a contract with a boy named Ciel Phantomhive"

"Black and Smile," (y/n) said "I want them dead Claude, no I want them to suffer like I did...watching everyone I loved be taken from me"

Claude pushed up his glasses, "Yes your highness,"