Black Maid (Sebastian X Demon!Reader) Ch. 24

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The snow was getting heavier now, swirling down in great flurries over the silent town, purposefully filling foot shaped imprints in the crisp, bitter snow. Christmas was almost here.

The streets were empty, still immersed in the darkness that came before the late December dawn. Naked trees dotted along the edge of the lanes creaked under the weight of the snow laying innocently on their branches that slid onto the ground during the sigh of the wind.

Yet, the cold atmosphere was blocked by glass and wood.

The curtains pulled to the side, revealing the blanket of snow that covered the balcony, the trees, the gardens, the frozen fountain and the road. It was a finishing touch of winter atmosphere to the freshly clean bedroom you had just finished.

You clapped your hands free of the dust that formed from the cleaning and frowned at the room. But, you weren't sure why.

The bed was made, the books and furniture dusted, the pillows fluffed, the floor swept, and every detail was perfected. It wasn't the state of the room you were frowning at. It was the fact that it would be the last time you would gaze upon this room.

Your eyes cast downwards at the blood ring upon your dominant hand. You've repeated this to the point it became a habit. And every time you would sneak just a glance at it, one memory came to mind.

Flashback...

When he stayed silent, you turned around to narrow your eyes at him. "I made a promise to Vincent that I would stay by your side and forever protect and serve you until I witnessed your death. I came back because it broke him by the thought of you being alone, Ciel. And yes, I will call you Ciel, because that is who you are, Ciel Phantomhive. Though it may not be what you want, you will always come first before any order you may give me, because you are not my master, you do not have a contract with me, and I am not yours to pawn."

Your hands involuntary twitched. You were ashamed of your actions. You treated your young master with unforgivable respect. But...you've also revealed to both Ciel and yourself that you truly had no purpose here. Looking back, you wondered what it was that made you come back. Surely, not because of some human that's already dead.

With a sigh, you rose your hand up to the sapphire broach Ciel had given you and removed it from your collar to place it on the bed. This action was followed by the Phantomhive pocket watch and coat that was provided.

Without another glance, you turned around and walked out of the room,, leaving the Phantomhive brand behind on your now former master's bed.

. . .

Your feet stopped at the base of the door to his study. You took a long moment to stare at it, before you rose your fist. But, just as you went to make contact with it's wood...

"Enter"

You stopped and dropped your hand, before twisting the knob and walking into the granted room.

His back was to you. His hands behind his back as he stood, gazing out the window.

You nearly froze at how alike he was to his father. Your master. Vincent.

Stop it. Don't. He was just another soul that you collected. Nothing more.

You closed the door and locked it, before walking to the center of the room and bowing. "I've come to extend my apologies for my blundered behavior and inexcusable outburst last night. And...to extend my resignation."

He didn't look away. He didn't move from his spot. "Resignation?"

You dropped your head. "Though it may have been inappropriate and unexcused, it was the truth, my lord. And I have no purpose being here. I had no right to return here when there was already a demon with a contract and a purpose here. My necessary punishment will await me with my king in hell. I am not worthy of being a servant of the Phantomhive family. And it appears I have been wrong...I am not one hell of a maid.

You then grabbed the opening of your glove and pulled it off, followed by the other one. And, yes, you did stop to properly fold them. Old habits die hard, I guess.

And you walked to Ciel's desk and placed them on the center. Then you turned, bowed and gave a small smile. "Goodbye, Lord Ciel Phantomhive."

He was still and quiet as you walked to the door, but before you reached it, you stopped when he spoke.

"Are you finished?"

You spun around with furrowed eyebrows. "I'm sorry? I don't know what you mean."

He turned around with a raised eyebrow. "Well, you seemed determined to finish your dramatic exiting monologue, I am asking if you are done."

You tilted your head. "I—"

"If you honestly believe I would allow you to resign whenever you pleased to, you are more idiotic than I expected."

"My lord, I—"

"You are my servant, (Y/N). Despite any reason of you being here, that will certainly never change."

"I understand, but last night—"

"Even though I wasn't very fond of your new tone, you made an interesting point. I am not your master because we do not have a contract and because I don't, I cannot properly use you the way I like."

You stepped closer to him. "And yet, you still plan to keep me?"

He shrugged. "It is a problem. But, problems can be fixed."

What does he mean by that?

"And how do you plan to fix this problem?"

He walked around until he was in front of you and looked up at you. "Simple." He reached behind his head and removed the eye patch that covered his right eye to display his contract mark with Sebastian. "I am going to make a contract with you."

Your eyes widened. Does he not realize the danger of that?

"Let's hurry this up. I've given this tremendous amount of thought and we have somewhere to be, so—"

"I cannot."

He stopped and looked up at you with a scoff. "Why not? You wish to stay, don't you?"

"My lord, in order for a contract to be made, I must be summoned and the human must be desperately searching for a way out. Not only that, but you already have a contract, it wouldn't be fair to the other demon who has a claim on your soul already."

"You don't eat souls. The contract can just be an addition to the other. In return, I will give you a countless amount of souls from the lives I take."

"You are not in need of salvation. I'm afraid it isn't possible—"

"Then what if I am in desperate need of a way out and my butler isn't there?"

You were silenced instantly as you thought of the outcome. "Then, you would be a vulnerable soul for the taking."

"Then, when the time comes, I want you to be there to be my salvation."

Your lips twitched until they stretched into a grin. You placed a hand over your stomach and bowed your head. "If that is what you wish."

He nodded, then moved to retie his eye patch on. "Now that is settled, I've received a letter from the queen. There's been a longing case of victims with the suspect leaving a calling card. We need to leave now."

. . .

"This fellow is a child of craziness and laziness. England is the blasphemous country that has taken all and forced on us, in arrogant ways, it's rotten culture. Retribution should befall the fools of the country that the hellcat rules!" Arthur angrily tore off the piece of paper from one of the several unconscious bodies that were hanging from the roof of a building in town.

"This makes 20 victims so far!" His eyes narrowed as he looked at Abberline who stood beside him. "And you still haven't caught this criminal?! Explain!"

Abberline shut his eyes. "I haven't and I'm sorry, sir Arthur!"

His grip tightened on the paper as he glared down at it. "When Jack The Ripper slipped through our hands, that brat got all the credit."

Abberline hummed as he looked through the files of the victims. "'Brat', sir? Who do you mean? You're speaking of Ciel Phantomhive?" He looked up at him. "You know, I can't help but feel he's carrying some immense bourdon on his shoulders." He looked down and muttered to himself. "He's still only a child."

Arthur looked at him from the corner of his narrowed eyes. " 'Child'?"

"So all the victims just returned home from India, then?"

Abberline looked over and jumped once he saw Ciel, you and Sebastian beside him. "Oh! You're here!"

Ciel didn't really notice his reaction. "But the culprit hasn't killed anyone yet."

Arthur looked back to glare at Ciel over his shoulder as Ciel walked up and grabbed the note from him and looked it over. " 'The child of craziness and laziness', this man does have a way of words, doesn't he? I agree our country would benefit if all these new varies fresh from India would disappear. But still..." He looked at the mark at the bottom of the page resembling a tongue sticking out in a mocking way. "I don't like this mark."

Arthur snatched the paper back and glared at the mark. "With this, he's mocking the queen and all Englishmen, too. He's Indian, I'm certain of it!"

Ciel looked down and smiled to himself. "Ah, I imagine that would be the reason I was called in." He looked back up at them. "Most of the Indians that come here illegally are staying in the criminal neighborhoods of the east end. And Scotland Yard still doesn't know their exact number or their precise location, does it?"

Arthur narrowed his eyes at him.

"I cannot allow her majesty to continue suffering such indignation." He looked back at you and Sebastian. "(Y/N), Sebastian. Let's go."

He began walking with the both of you following. "Sir." Arthur's glare followed as well.

. . .

"Alright, now which way is it?" He looked at Sebastian and narrowed his eyes as you all walked. "You better have done your homework correctly, I wouldn't want you enjoying your punishment for your behavior the other day."

You sighed. "Not too mention how much convincing it took to the Scriven family that he disappeared."

A smirk crawled up his face. "Though my apologies may be extended, I do not regret my actions."

Ciel rolled his eyes. "Just tell us what street they are on."

He smiled, then turned the corner. "I believe this area is where the bulk of the Indians have settled." You glanced around at the number of homeless Indians throwing you glares as you walked down the street.

You hummed. "Well, it certainly appears to be a friendly neighborhood."

Ciel also looked at them. "Yes." He was paying so much attention to them, that he didn't see the Indian stnding in front of him until he ran into him, and quickly stepped back.

The man groaned. "Ah! That hurt!" He looked at him in anger. "Ah! You fiend, I've cracked a rib! I could die from this!"

Ciel looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "My apologies, I--"

"Hey, what happened?"

"Are you allright?"

"How terrible, he should pay you back for that!"

All the Indians walked up and surrounded him as he clutched his stomach. He looked up at Ciel and smirked. "Yes, give us all your money, brat."

You looked behind you and saw more Indians surrounding the three of you. "What a cliché bunch of thugs we seem to have run into."

Sebastian looked down at Ciel and started cracking his knuckles. "Master, shall we handle this?"

Ciel looked directly at the man with poor acting skills. "Yes, but make it quick."

You grabbed the end of your black glove and pulled it down tighter. "Certainly."

The fake injured man grabbed Ciel by the collar and mad him look at him. "Listen boy, you are outnumbered. Everyone within a mile of here hates you English dogs!" He pulled out a knife and pointed it at Ciel.

You didn't really like that and you scowled, before flicking the man in the forehead. He fell back against a brick wall, making the Indians gasp. His eyes widened as a trickle of blood ran down his nose.

You glared at him. "You, sir, have very rude manners." You then glanced at Ciel. "Did he hurt you at all, young master?"

Ciel pulled down his hat. "He did not."

"Damn brat!"

You looked back at the man as he stood up with his knife and wiped the blood from his nose. "You take over our country, drag us here, and then throw us away like garbage!"

A few more Indians stepped up and one of them spoke. "Your people have tracked your filth all over our homeland."

"How about we show you the humiliation of being robbed, eh?!" The man raised his blade.

"Excuse me."

Your attention turned to a teenage Indian with dark skin, gold eyes, and long, wavy plum purple hair worn loose to his shoulders; part of it a ponytail clipped in place with a gold clip. He wore a sizable scarf knotted at his hips and an off-white shawl held in place by a ruby brooch set in a gold plate. He also sported large gold earrings, a decorative gold bindi, and white slippers. 

He held up a piece of paper with a cartoonish drawing of an Indian woman on it. "I am looking for this Indian woman. Perhaps you've seen her around here."

Behind him was a a tall Indian woman with dark, olive skin, slate-gray eyes, and layered shoulder length, stark white hair. Two long locks of her hair were adorned with beads. She donned a white veil and a green saree with a yellow and white sash-over churidar. She wore silver hoop earrings and a decorative bindi. What caught your eye was her right hand and forearm that was wrapped in bandages as she followed behind the teenager, that was walking towards the group of Indians and you. 

The man snarled and turned around to look at him. "Who the hell are you? Just stay out of this!"

He only smiled. "Oh my, are you fellows having a duel?" His smile dropped when he caught sight of you and Sebastian and looked at the woman. "He has a khansama and an amah with him." Then, he looked down at Ciel. "Are you an English nobleman?"

Ciel narrowed his eyes. "What if I say I am?"

The teenager put down the drawing and stopped as the woman stopped a few inches away from him. "Then I have no choice. I must side with my countrymen."

He looked back at the woman. "Come, Ayani."

She looked at him. "Yes, sir?"

"Defeat the Englishman."

She looked directly at Ciel. "Jo ãjñã." She walked forward and unwrapped the bandage from her hand. "I shall use my holy weapon. Which I was given that I shall serve my master." Her eyes moved to Ciel and she suddenly sprang forward.

You grabbed Ciel and broke out into a run. She was gaining speed and thrusted her hand forward, nearly touching your shoulder until she was blocked by Sebastian's arm as he jumped in front of you. You pulled Ciel closer to you and buried his face in your chest, which made his face turn red as you used one arm to catch yourself on the ground. Sebastian grabbed her arm and twisted it, making her flip, but she still landed on her feet.

"Sebastian." Just by saying his name, in a flash, you spun around and he caught Ciel and started running while you ran backwards, dodging her as she continued thrusting her arm in an attempt to hit you. She took one step that gave her the stamina to race at double speed. You were forced to stop and block as she jabbed her fingers at several areas of your arms and just barely blocked as she aimed for your head.

"She's fast." You muttered to yourself.

She did a back flip and landed a few feet from you in a fighting position, confusion crossing her face. "I have repeatedly struck many of your vital pressure points. Any normal person's arms would've gone numb by now. How are you moving?"

You smirked as Sebastian ceased his running and Ciel wiggled free from his hold to glare at the teenager. "We weren't doing anything but walking down the street! Are you nothing but a wreckless savage who attacks anyone that walks by you?!"

The teenager's eyes widened. "What?" He looked back at the group of Indians. "Tell me, men. Did you attack this child for no good reason?"

Their eyes widened and that was a clear answer to him. He crossed his arms and looked back at Ciel. "Unfortunately, my countrymen are wrong here." He looked at the woman named Ayani. "Ayani, we are on the Englishman's side, now."

She turned her gaze towards the group of men who held fearful looks and narrowed her eyes. "Right."

. . .

You all looked at the pile of Indians that were knocked unconscious and you couldn't help but feel a bit impressed by her work. Ayani stood up and bowed her head towards the teenager. "It is done, Prince Soma."

He sighed and walked towards you, Sebastian and Ciel. "Good." He stopped to pick up Ciel's hat that was knocked off his head during the fight and looked at Ciel. "There is someone I need to find, so I will be going now. Goodbye." He threw the hat towards Ciel, who caught it and turned, then they both started walking away.

He sighed again as they continued down the street. "These English streets are a conundrum."

"Let's take our next left here."

The three of you just stared with open mouths as they walked away.

. . .

"Well, that was a waste of time." Ciel complained as Sebastian closed the door.

You tilted your head. "That man and that woman. One of them might be the culprit were looking for." You smiled as Sebastian took off Ciel's coat. "Let us wait for Sir Arthur to contact us."

As Sebastian took his hat and coat, the doors behind them opened and the servants walked in. "Master, welcome home!"

Ciel sighed and put a hand on his hip. "I'll never get any peace at this rate if I'm called to London for every silly little thing."

You looked to the door as it opened and revealed Lau with a smile. "Ah, my lord, how good it is to see you."

Ciel turned around. "What is he doing here? How many times have I told you to send a note first?"

He laughed as he walked into the room. "Well, I haven't kept a tally."

Sebastian looked at Ciel with a smile. "Shall I bring some refreshments for our guest? Perhaps some tea, my lord?"

Ciel put a hand to his forehead. "Oh dear, you might as well."

Lau smiled. "Perhaps Chai rather than Earl Grey?"

"Fine, whatever." He looked up and froze at the sight of the two Indians from earlier standing in the doorway. His eyes went wide as he pointed at them. "Wha--how...?"

That's when you all looked back at them. Lau smiled again. "Oh, them? I ran into them on the street corner, they said they wanted to speak with you."

Ciel stepped forward. "So you just come barging in here?"

The teenager smiled as Ayani shut the door. "Why, certainly. We are acquaintances now, surely you haven't forgotten me." They walked more into the room.

"We met during a street brawl."

"And if you recall, I saved you." Was his reply as he walked by him.

His eye twitched. "Saved me?! Excuse you!"

"Back home, if someone does you a favor, you offer them hospitality," He continued as he and his servant walked up the stairs, the servants only moved out of the way and watched. "Is it the British practice to leave your savior out in the cold?"

Ciel growled as he went up the stairs, before running up there himself and you and Sebastian followed. He slammed one of the guest room doors open. "And just who the hell are you, anyway?!"

He was already making himself comfortable by lying on the bed with one arm holding his head up while Ayani stood behind the bed. "Who am I? Why, I am a prince."

You rose an eyebrow. "A prince?" That single word was enough to make the servants peer into the room from the door way.

Ayani outstretched her bandaged hand towards him. "This is the son of the king of Bengal. Would you please extend your warm welcome towards my master, Prince Soma Asman Kadar."

Finny gasped. "A real prince in our own home!"

Mey-Rin covered her mouth. "Ooh, how exciting!"

Bard smiled. "What an opportunity, I've never seen a prince up close before!"

Soma gave a smug smile. "You may approach, I give you permission."

They all hurried to stand in front of him, with Mey-Rin beaming at him. "This Bengal place sounds amazing! What's it like?"

"It is a holy land blessed by the goddess, Kali."

You looked to the side when Lau walked up. "I see you brought your servants into town with you this time."

You turned towards him. "Yes, we were able to leave the guard dog to watch the mansion."

Because someone preferred the servants over the demon hound.

You glanced at Sebastian as Lau smiled. "Ah, it should be alright then."

Ciel narrowed his eyes at Soma. "Sebastian, find everything you can on his royal highness and don't stop until you are certain you found everything." His eyes travelled up to Ayani. "(Y/N), do not let them out of your sight for a moment."

You put your hand on your stomach as Sebastian did his heart. "Yes, my lord."