The Lady And His Lordship (A Ciel Phantomhive Fanfiction)
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The blistery wind blew as the manor was in chaos. Haunting sounds of gunshots emerce through the hallways. The captivating fiery red color of the fire emerged at the background making it a bittersweet memory. Screams of terror ringed through the rooms as splattering and smeared of bloods was heard from a faint distance.
It was a bittersweet memory that haunts me again and again
"I, Alison Devon Russel de Clare will vow revenge to those who killed my kins."
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