Madame Red's Presumed Dead Daughter.
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Ongoing, First published Jan 11, 2015
Mature
~May contain few or none spoilers, and moments where you might assume the presumed dead daughter fancies Sebastian... But lets not get into that quite yet.~
Clementine Williams (Or aka Clementine Durless) Was presumed dead to the Madame when her uterus was removed after a carriage accident. Poor Angelina never knew that the doctor who had preformed the operation, Jackal Hyde (coincidence I think not), was also a scientist who studied human anatomy and psychology. At this time it was very rare, but he was a mad scientist of sorts and successfully created the first fetus to be grown outside of the females body. 16 years later, Dr.Jackal had revealed that he was not, in fact, Clementine's biological father, and she went searching for her own, only to come up with his death records. Her mothers records were sealed by her Cousin, Ciel Phantomhive, and so she set off in search for her cousin to see if her mother was alive, or dead.
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