Claude's Punisment.
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After Claude was killed by Sebastian something happened. Instead of being delivered where Alois, Hannah and Luka were he's been stopped at the Purgatory door. What was he doing there, he had no idea. It was stupid. "This must be the most idiot joke, even for a Hell Creature! What am I supposed to do here! Either you send me to Hell, or let me just die!" thought Claude. But there was a reason after all.
A voice from behind spoke as he was moved in the middle of nowhere, all blank. "Mister Claude Faustus, or should I call you Marquis Kimeris?"
Claude was confused now. " Who are you? How- no cut it. Doesn't have sense. Since I'm here you must be sent from Up There or from Hell."
"You can call it Heaven, you know? Said the voice with a glint of irony.
"I'm not trying to get my remaining vocal chords burnt, ok? Now, why am I here after all, and who are you. At least, show your face, coward."
"My, my…impatient, are we? I see that you still have that irony of yours…ha, however, my name is Toras. I'm the guardian of Purgatory. But you here, dear friend, are not to pass through this. God thought of something, like a punishment for you but under other form…"
"Just, what form? How can he even think of me?" the question in Claude's head was other "Why would he bother?"
"Dear, punishment isn't always painfull or just fast, violent torture! There are other ways to punish one…But your case, I must say, you're lucky."
"Got to be kidding! How can I be both punished and lucky? No, cut it! I'm dead."
"No, you will very nicely be sent back to Earth. It implies some effort, but those are the orders." Toras said coldly.
"What punish-"
"Stop talking! GO!" Toras shouted teleporting Claude before he could even complete his sentence .
What the hell was going on? Why was he sent back to the human world when he should be …well…DEAD? What kind of punishment is that? Since when sending a demon back to deceiving and killing hundreds people is a punishment? Not that he would be eager to suffer any kind of such a thing, but still, what could be there down so bad that would make him wish he were dead?
It wasn't making any sense. He was back, aware even of the time of events. Not even memory loss was implied. "Something isn't right!" he shouted. " I know I should be thankful and all that thing but I simply can't. Now I have to think where to stay. Maybe I will return to the Trancy Household…" muttering while making a new plan for life. Yes, that's it. He would just return, take the house, live happily eating souls just like before. Why did that sound different? Why wasn't it convenient?
He returned to the Trancy Household like nothing happened. But something did happen. He was feeling strange. Something in him died once with Alois. That brat really affected him. How? No, the question now was what died with Alois that made him feel like this? Ah, yes, of course that was. The passion Alois had. The thing that fueled his desire for the boy's soul, now gone to bliss with that wrench who took away from him, both Ciel Phantomhive and Alois.
As he was now standing at the opened door, he had several flashbacks. "Yes, Your Highness!" "Now where are you?" there came no answer. "Oh, get over it Kimeris! He's gone! Dead! You are free to do what you please!" he said stepping over the threshold.
This place was now his and so will be from now on, until he gets bored and sick of it and will move somewhere else. He still had his business undergoing, winning money constanly. He wouldn't bother thinking of money.
In the up coming days he cleaned the manor and made his way with his business with black magic. Nothing changed. People kept appealing at black magic to get things that they wanted and most of the time they were wishing curses for different family problems…not very interesting for Claude. Peolpe were continuing to be dull and helpless. He eas even wondering if future would look better or worse. But why think so far. Live for now cause that bloody Guardian didn't tell him what his punishment will be or when. So he should concentrate as long as he is still away from every sort of problem.
Instead some rumors of Jack the Ripper's return spread in London.
" You say Jack the Ripper? Haven't heard of that. I thought they solved it!" said Claude somewhat surprised. "Now, how is that possible?
"Well, they say several bodies have been found drained to the last bit." said the man.
"That would be vampires, Mihan. And –"
"It's not vampires. It's something else because there is not sign of piercing the skin. It's a big cut and not always on the neck."
"Mihan, we're demons. Do we do things like people think demons do? Maybe he or she is smarter than most of his or hers kind."
"Kimeris, I still don't think it's a vamp. Those are cocky. They wanna show to the world that they can't be found but they exist! Sometimes they make a show with a bloody scene!"
"Those are the youngsters. They always are messy eaters. Until an older one scolds them or kills them. They try to be unrecognisable and the young ones are always ruining their cover!"
"I think you have a client" said Mihan while rising from his chair.
"Good evening, lady dearest!" said Claude willing to help his client.
" Good be your heart too sir! I'm here for help. I've been stalked by a man." Said the woman quite shaken my her sayings. She looked pretty nervous being here, or paranoid. "Maybe you could put a spell for protection!"
Claude was interested. Many stalkers were criminals or rapers. Maybe this was the new victim of this vampire-non-vampire killer. He considered letting her go just to see if somebody waits for her. But he was gaining money for keeping his clients mostly alive. The lady herself looked pretty rich.
"My lady, could you tell me of your social statute? Maybe your stalker is after something." he said and his mind was yelling at him "My, now you are a detective or what? So what if is a bloody vampire! Both of you are living happily as long as you eat people. The thing is you want thier money too like they would be of any use for you." Yeah. He was entering in a usless business. Why hunt down the bloody leech if is not affecting your business but making it prosperous?
"I have a good statute, noble quite" said the woman a little bit modest. "The thing is that I'm not married…is that what he wants?"
"Why don't you go to Scotland Yard, and put somebody follow you to catch the guy. If he's the killer then, better for you! " said Claude quite irate.
"I don't trust them. So, will you do it or not?"
" I'll do it but I'm missing an ingredient. I'll have it tomorrow. Can you survive one more day?
"Think so. I'll take my leave. Tommorow morning?"
"Yes. It's better so."
She left leaving him to think what was he going to do. "I'm tempted to follow her, just to see the stalker." He said still reflecting at the facts.
"Why don't you do it then?" Mihan asked somewhat puzzeled by Claude's statement. He wasn't generally like this. "Or you think you're somehow looking for trouble from Up there. You said you don't know what punishment consists of…"
"No, it's not that. Why interfere with the leech? I've been wondering about this when she was still here. It's good that he is out there. We're both happy. He's killin', my business prospers because of protection spells and everybody is happy!" he said sadistically. "Except for those who die and those who are fearing for their safety!"
"Do you think he's going, if he truly is a vampire, for more tasty blood, like noble blood? Because most of the victims were nobles. And mostly women."
"At least they were pretty? Asked Claude mokingly. He felt like kidding.
"Yes, they were. I think the reports mentioned some sexual acts, but mostly were killed in plain street. Then again, why ask that?"
"Wanted to know if he has good tastes, cause expensive surely are!"
"You suddenly feel like having fun? You surley are moody."
"The only disadvantage would be leaving us with nothing to eat, but he's more into ladies…hmhm." He surley was having fun. That vampire was bringing out of him the mocking Claude. That who was having loads of fun on sufference, something he quited long ago, when he became a butler. But he was in a dilema. He was interested in this guy. Why bother kill, when you could take one, keep it compelled and drink whenever you feel like it. No, this guy wanted attention…but –
His line of thoughts was interrupted by a sharp shriek. Both him and Mihan ran out of the shop and looked at the dead woman a few meters away. Indeed, the lady forgot her scarf. Shit, he didn't think it will happen so fast. Or that she would be enough idiot to return. Yes. Indeed. Scotland Yard was called and people gathered around the body. Claude searched the body and saw the cut. And what the scar was hiding. "Told you. Vamp. Look, the cut is hiding the bite mark. Do you see the little round edges on each side of the cut?" wispered Claude to Mihan.
"Yes, I see it. Smart guy. So, doctor Faustus, this was your name, is it a male or female? At least, we've been calling it, him or her.
"The mark looks large. If you bring together the sides they will show the holes. I think is a male. Quite hungry."
"Who are you?" asked an officer from Scotland Yard.
"Sorry, doctor Faustus. I've been at my friend's home when we heard the woman. We hurried, but I see, not enough." Said Claude quite emotional, for better belief of his lie. He bit it himself.
"So, what do you think?"
"The killer is a cannibal. He bit and then cut, to cover his primal instincts."
"People would say it's a Vampire."
"Nah. Just a sadistic cannibal." "Ok, I'm beggining to believe it for myself but a cannibal would let his beautiful set of teeth instead of only two!" "I'll leave for now, officer. Good night, in the limit of good. Judging by the event, there is nothing good tonight."
They left and Claude was now very interested, everything going insane. Foolish woman, but she didn't lie. Fuck, he was selfish to let her go without the spell. He needn't any ingredient. Jut wanted to see if she is expected. Fool, he lost a client.
"What will you do now Kimeris?" asked Mihan seeing his concerned expression.
"Call me Claude and, you know what? I'm into this. I will search for him, even if I get in trouble, it will not involve my death because it would be stupid to send me here just to die again!"
"Told you you will get in trouble. You want help?"
"I'd like that, I'll contact you when I need help, ok?
"Yup! I guess I should say good night doctor Faustus!"
Mihan left and Claude gathered his things and left for home. Once there he took his time making a tea and studying the vampires, because he now had to fight one. He read lots of books saying different things but not anything new. Somehow this guy hid his energy. Any Hell creature could feel another. Why he didn't feel this one in the area? How could he hide that? Even if-no, that was stupid. Why would one seal away his energy? Not for being detected? Who would bother? Or, was it something beyond his comprehension? Claude knew only one thing. He wanted to fiind him, not necessarily kill him, but just study him a bit.
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