Joker stopped struggling against Sebastian's grip and laid on the floor. His shoulders began to shake, then he laughed. Laughing as if he had gotten the upper hand in this whole thing. "And I can't stop you. Hahahahaha... But you know, you'll lose something precious tonight too." He says. He lifted his head to shoot a smirk at Ciel. "Even as we speak the troupe is on its way to your manor." Ciel's eye widened as he came to a frightening realisation. He wasn't at the manor, but Elizabeth was! She'll become a target.
"Surely you don't think it was pure luck that we've managed to abduct all those children without getting caught." Joker said with an arrogant smirk. "No, you see. All the witnesses disappear."
In a whole other world, different to one the humans call home, a group of councilmen all sat together in what appears to be a courtroom where they discussed about the fates of one of their own. The Head Councilmen looked down at a young man with brown hair tied back with a red ribbon and dressed in plain black clothes.
"Grelle Sutcliff, we've reached our verdict."
"Yes, sir?" Grell asked timidly.
"As of midnight, you will be released from confinement. We expect you to be on your best behaviour from now on. You will apply yourself solely to your work and never again will you break our established regulations." He firmly tells him. Grelle was very silent, taking in their words and bowed at the waist. "Thank you..."
With that, the Councilmen excused him from the room. Grelle stood by in silence. He just stood there as the words of his release echoed in his mind. Pretty soon, his body began to shake as a wide, psychotic grin spread across his face, chuckling to himself. In an instant, Grelle reverted into his pure red style and reeved up his chainsaw, mimicking its sounds.
"Oh, yes! Guess who's back, me. HA! HAHAHAHA!!" Grelle shouts as he begins to laugh and cheers like a maniac as he stands on top of big ben swing his death scythe around with wild ambition. "You're really wound up, aren't you? I take it you're glad to be released." Another Grim Reaper said with amusement. His name was Ronald Knox. He was a young man with short blond hair and the underside of his hair dyed black, as well as a cowlick at the right side of his hair. Like other Grim Reapers, he has chartreuse phosphorescent eyes. He wore thick-framed, pentagon glasses and a watch on his right wrist. He was dressed in a suit, tie, gloves and dress shoes.
"The beasts made me clean and do chores for my entire confinement; it was positively ghastly! You can't know how I've long for this day. And this! It feels so good back in my hands. This is the best death scythe a Reaper could ever have." Grelle states.
"You're lucky you still get to use it. Getting permission wasn't easy. If I hadn't asked that girl in General Affairs about it..." Ronald said.
"Yes, I know. You don't have to harp on about it. I'll pay you back by working diligently, and besides this mission is special, I need the proper tool." Grelle says as he points his Death Scythe at the young man, a little too close mind you, and making him nervous. Grelle spreads a wide smile as he licks his lips in anticipation. "Oh yes, I expect tonight will be very entertaining. It won't be long now, darling Bassy, I'm coming!!" Grelle proclaimed as he flamboyantly leaps off Big Ben and ran into the night, laughing like a loon.
*At the outskirts of the Phantomhive Manor*
"This is the place? It's enormous." Peter says in slight awe as he and the others looked up at the manor.
"Looks like we'll have a job of it just finding the target's room." Dagger said.
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The White Butterfly of Phantomhive
FanficMei Misaki is a lonely girl who wants to understand where she stands from now and where she really belongs in life. Then, unexpectedly, Mei's mother, known as Kirika, has recently been offered a job in London by its most famous toy company, Funtom C...
