"Hold me close, don't let go, watch me burn...In this Hospital for Souls." "...the one thing that is absolutely awful about being a reaper is the eyesight problems that come with it, he has decided. Even now, in the sunlight (the accursed sunlight, almost burning through his excuse for a skin), holding the stupid list two inches from his damn face, he is still having difficulty reading the names. "Jarrod Fineman," he murmurs aloud, still squinting at the paper. "Aged twenty five. Died on the 12th of March, 1894; cause of death... butter knife to the heart." His nose wrinkles as he connects the dots; the butter knife with the butler, the butler with the demon, the demon with the earl. It was evident - a business deal gone wrong, which had resulted in Jarrod's rather ignorant move to attempt to shoot Ciel Phantomive. The demon had moved without hesitation; the reaper had watched as he tore the man's throat open, while at the same time skewering him in the chest. Phantomhive looked on, completely unfazed, as the crimson blood pooled on the floor of the magnificent palace that he liked to call a mansion. Afterwards, he cleared his throat, and said to the butler: 'Clean it up. I have other business to attend to." Sebastian Michaelis had bowed dutifully at the waist, his demeanor totally serious. "Yes, my Lord." He had watched as Michaelis so very carefully mopped the floor, almost as if he were in cheerful ignorance about the corpse in front of him. He could not have known about the reaper in the room with him already, with his own strict expression, his wicked scythe in the form of a heavy axe. Watching him, ever moment that had unfolded, whilst judging the dead man secretly. He had already sent him to Hell..."

A Black Butler / Kuroshitsuji fanfic A main factor that drove me to making this was the idea of a mix of cultures and religions. Not every religion believes in demons or an afterlife, my own religion included. So, before I made this, I had a thought: What if a Jewish Magician worked for a Hindi Prince with a Catholic Demon looming ominously in the background at all times? And so, Do You Believe? was born as an experiment.

"I'll let you be the angel who makes the devil repent." After an incident with all the right intentions goes awry. Will Yuri be able to hand the consequence? Yuri wakes up 125 years back in past in Ciel's bed. Stuck in 1887, she helps Ciel and Sebastian to complete their missions as Queen's guard dog. Things get turned topsy turvy when they get tangled deeply and romance unfolds. ______________ There's a lot of important information included in the "first" part of this story regarding its actual creator and due credit, because the original author was not me. Make sure to look at it before reading the story! The cover was made by @EphemeralVoid Check out her account, she's amazing! Disclaimer: Neither me nor Cutie Bunny Black Butler/ Kuroshitsuji. Thank you for reading!!