Ciel's twin by Isabella Carrington (Undertaker x Oc)

☆~The summoning~☆

As per usual I don't own Black Butler or any of the characters only my oc.

WARNING! This is still when they are in the cult so is a bit gruesome so if you don't like that sort of stuff don't read this yet. I will try and put warnings like this if I feel that it is needed.

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They were sitting huddled up in their rusty, silver cage trying conserve warmth as their clothes were almost shreds and stained with filth and blood. They wanted to cry at their situation but all their tears had ran out months before as a result of all the torture they had to withstand. Their once plump rosy cheeks were now scarce and sunken, they were only fed enough to stay alive.

The click clack of shoes echoed throughout the dark, empty room. A mysterious man with a mysterious mask and an ebony robe strode confidently towards their cage. Fear shook them to the very core as their evil eyes bore into their nearly lifeless ones. The glint of a knife shone proudly at them.

He came closer.

With a wave of his hand a crowd gathered a select couple tore the frail girl from her brother's arms as they clung onto each other like roots to the ground.

"Put 'er on the alter" The mysterious man's voice bellowed.

"No! let her go!" The boy cried frantically.

Tears pooled in his eyes as watched them strap her delicate body to the altar, he wanted to look away but couldn't. She didn't deserve this. Then the knife was raised and plunged into her vulnerable stomach, blood spurring out of her mouth like a volcano.

"No!" He screamed as did she.

" please...anyone. I don't care who save us...please" he said between pants.

A black void grew from one of the room's corners. It bringing a sense of dread but also hope.

"It worked, it worked, please make me the richest man on earth!" One man screamed before his throat was slit.

"Make me powerful, really powerful." Screamed another before he too dropped down dead. The men were frantic almost on their hands and knees begging for useless things like money and power.

"You are all idiots if you think I would serve you. Your souls smell putrid." The black mass shouted. "No it's this tiny master whose soul smells divine."

Instead of fear the boy felt like he had been saved, if his and his sister's freedom was guaranteed he would do anything. His sister was now lying in a pool of blood, her blood, she probably had an hour at most if they didn't reach medical attention.

"You have summoned me here." The black mass interrupted his thoughts, I reached out to it in hopes it would save us.
"That cannot be changed, and nothing lost can be regained." It said whilst grabbing his frantic hand. It's magenta slit eyes bored into his "Now choose.".

He chose freedom.

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Thanks for reading I hope to update as much as I can but I'm only human so...

BYE! '\(°○°)