As Claude woke (y/n) up the next day, (y/n) could feel the pain from the night before. It hurt but (y/n) stomached it and drank his morning tea. Sitting on his bed as Claude fixes (y/n)'s hair, he was so gentle when it came to (y/n). If (y/n) didn't know Claude was a demon after his soul, (y/n) probably would have looked at him in an entire different view.
Slowly sitting the empty tea cup down, (y/n) sighs letting Claude tie his eyepatch to his head. Not to tight and not to loose, as if Claude had done this plenty of times before. Claude had (y/n) dressed in black, a pair of black dress shoes, matching pants, a white shirt under a black vest and red bow around his neck.
"How are you feeling, your highness?" Claude asked, "you slept like a stone"
"Having exhuasted myself and a stab wound would do that to anyone," (y/n) said, "and I believe the term is 'like a rock'."
"I am glad that you are alright," Claude said, "the Queen sent you a letter this morning,"
Claude reaches into his tail coat and produces a envelope that was stamped with the Royal coat of arms stamped on it. (Y/n) reluctantly took the envelope and slowly opened it. As he began to read the letter inside (y/n) grew curious, because it only had a few words in it, other than the Queen's signature.
"John Gill. Manningham Lane, Bradford, West Yorkshire."
(Y/n) sighs, "honestly I wish the Queen wouldn't be so vague about my duties" he said "Claude, bring the carraige round, we are headed to Bradford"
With in an hour (y/n)'s carraige was pulling to a stop infront of a crime scene, one with a crowd of citizens surrouding it. As (y/n) stepped out of the carraige and young constable approuched him.
"My apologies young man, but you cannot be here right now," the constable said, "especially without your parents"
(Y/n)'s eyes focused a deadly glare at the man, "I am here because the Queen sent me here to investigate because you and the rest of your crew are incompetent," (y/n) said, "now step aside or I'll have you fired"
The constable nervously stepped aside, apologizing repeatedly. (Y/n) headed over to where the crime had taken place, pushing past the crowd with Claude in tow. Kneeling down at the black cloth covering the corpse, as (y/n) slid on a white glove and lifted the cloth he felt as if everything he had eaten the past week was about to be thrown up.
Under the cloth was a young boy, his throat had been cut, his abdomen cut open and stabbed, his arms and legs hacked off and his ears removed. (Y
) quickly put the cloth down and covered his mouth to prevent himself from throwing up.
"John Gill, I assume" (y/n) said, slowly standing up, "Claude, lets-"
"You shouldn't be here Earl Trancy,"
Standing at the entrance to the alley way was Ciel and Sebastian, Ciel was covered in bandages and looked like he had been through a wood chipper. (Y/n) keeps his back to the two, pulling out the envelope and letter from his pocket, then holding it up for everyone to see.
"The Queen sent me here, I assume she did the same to you" (y/n) said.
"The constable said they have the man in custody, a milkman by the name of William Barrett" Ciel said, "but you do not believe that do you?"
"I barely believe anything that comes out of your mouth, but in this case I believe this was done by something...inhuman" (y/n) said, "this... mutilation, seems fimilar, almost like a mutal friend of ours"
"The Barren..." Ciel said, "but he is dead..."
"Yes, we both know how that happened" (y/n) said, "Claude, See what you can find"
"Yes, your highness" Claude said with a bow.
John Gill, an eight year old born in Bradford, West Yorkshire. Brutally murdered with only one suspected murderer, a milkman. Why would a milk man brutally murder a child, especially when there are no clues to him being the murderer. It all confused (y/n), but why was the killing pattern so fimilar to (y/n)?
(Y/n) had only seen the children murdered when he delivered them along side Joker, and he had refused to ever do it again. But the Barren is dead, there is no way he could be here.
"Sebastian, is there anyway for humans to come back from the dead?" (Y/n) asked coldly.
"Other than becoming a demon or angel, I have no other knowledge of such resserection" Sebastian replied.
"Of course not, it isn't like I know five demons already" (y/n) said sarcastically, "I suppose since the Queen ordered us both to solve this investigation that would make us partners....Smile"
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Book of Tragedy
Mystery / Thriller(y/n) is a homeless child, who lost his parents at the age of six and has been living on the streets for two years. (y/n) had made some friends, a small group of homeless people with deformities or scars. They befriend (y/n) and soon bring him into...
