Hello everyone! This is a story I wanted to write since a while. It's an original story set in the same universe as Black Butler, but with originals characters. English isn't my first language so it's possible that I made some mistakes. Anyway, I hope you'll like it!
Warning: Contains strong languages and attempted rape.
Clemence heard an awful creak when the man who was kicking her managed to break her leg. The young girl was lying on the ground, severely beaten. Her body was covered with bruises and scratched due to all the hits she had received from her captors.
A corpse was near them. Clemence was the one who killed him. He was a rich English nobleman who she had been sold to. To escape from this fate, she had stabbed him with a knife she had managed to steal before he could touch her.
The men who were beating her were slaves' owners. They were quite angry with how the situation went, and they made it clear by the brutal treatment they gave to the poor girl. She didn't even have the strength to scream or cry anymore.
"Shit, we beat her too hard. We won't be able to sell her before a while…" one of the men said.
"Forget about that! That little bitch killed an important customer, and he didn't even pay before dying! She deserves a severe punishment!"
After saying that, the slaves' owner took the knife and began to cut Clemence's clothes.
"Wait! We kept her intact for six months, it would be a waste to take her maidenhead. It makes her more valuable, we couldn't sold her for the same prize if…"
"I don't care! That fucking cunt made us lose a lot of money, I don't care about her anymore. She's too undisciplined to be sold anyway, so at least we can have some fun with her and teach her where her place is."
The other men seemed to agree. Her captors began to tear off her clothes, showing clearly what their intents were.
"God…why are you allowing this? The only reason I can find is…because you don't exist. Or you are a cruel god. Either way, I won't pray to you. I would rather pray to the Devil than you…" Clemence thought bitterly.
When she saw the men beginning to remove their belts, she began to panic.
"No…don't…save me…anybody, saves me! Helene…saves me!" Clemence shouted.
But she knew it won't accomplish anything to call help from her deceased older cousin. But in her current situation, Clemence was ready to accept anybody's help.
It's at this moment she saw a black entity, standing near the corpse. It looked like a shadow, with red eyes and sharp teeth.
"What a disgusting soul I had to eat…who's the one who summoned me with this low-tier offering?" the shadow asked with a deep and terrifying voice.
The men suddenly stopped what they were doing, looking with fear the black entity.
"I…please, save me! I'll do anything, but please, help me!" Clemence begged.
She knew that whatever this thing was, it wasn't human. But she didn't care. It could be a ghost, a monster, a demon, Clemence was still willing to ask it's help. Anyone who could save her was welcome.
"So you are the human who dared to summon me with this disgusting soul…which you killed by yourself. It's impressive for the weak little girl you are." the entity said.
The shadow approached from her, while the men began to recoil. The dark entity seemed to be looking at her with some kind of curiosity in their eyes. It then kneeled near her.
"You said that you'll do anything to be saved…would you be ready to sell me your soul in exchange of my help?"
Suddenly, the shadow grabbed her by the neck, slightly strangling her.
"Y…yes…you can…have my soul…but please…save me…kill those who…are responsible for my enslavement!" Clemence managed to ask.
"Very well. The contract is sealed. At least I could remove the disgusting taste in my mouth with your soul…"
The shadow released her and Clemence felt a terrible pain on her neck. In a fraction of second, all of her captors were lying on the floor, dead.
"I also killed the other slaves' owners who weren't here…" the shadow said. "Well, it seems that the contract is done. Now, I'll take your soul…"
The black entity began to approach its hand from Clemence. The young girl closed her eyes, ready to accept her fate. At least she could die worthily, without being raped.
"No…those weren't the ones who are responsible for your enslavement. Did you try to trick a demon?"
Clemence opened her eyes with shock. So this thing was really a demon, and it seemed furious, which caused her to be afraid.
"No, I didn't…but…it means that the contract isn't over, right? So…you can't have my soul…you have to serve me until my vengeance is accomplish!"
She was utterly terrified by this demon, but if she had a chance to survive, Clemence was ready to take the risk.
"You know, right now I could ripe you apart, and eat your soul in the most painful way possible. But I won't do it. Right now, your soul doesn't seem appetizing, it's too pure for my taste. I accept to serve you until you find the ones who are responsible for you enslavement, and I'll kill them. You should be grateful that a demon such as myself accepted to serve a pitiful and arrogant human such as you…but I must admit, the pain I see in your eyes is quite alluring…I've the feeling that by your side, I'll be able to witness a lot of human's misery and suffering."
The demon appearance suddenly began to change.
"Now, let me take an appropriate form as a servant, an appearance that should satisfy you."
The demon weren't a shadow anymore. What was standing in front of Clemence was a tall woman, with short black hair, with the fringe longer on one side, and vermillion eyes. The demon was dressed as a maid.
"What's your name, human?"
"I'm…Cle…Clay Ombrit. And you, demon? How should I call you?"
"I'm now serving you, so you can give me the name you want. Earlier, you were calling a certain Helene? Were you referring to me?"
Clemence remembered it. Helene was her cousin, the person she loved the most, and who was unfortunately dead. She died because of those who are responsible of her enslavement, she died while protecting her. Helene's murderer was also one of those she needed to get revenge on.
"No, Helene is dead. She's no longer here to protect me. Now it's you who will, and your name will be…Helena!"
"Very well, call me Helena. So, oujo-sama, what do you expect from me until your vengeance is completed?"
"I…I want you to protect me! To serve me! And to always remained loyal to me!"
Unable to stand up due to her broken leg, Helena gently lifted Clemence from the ground and made her sit on a chair, before she kneeled in front of her. A sly smirk appeared on the demon's lips.
"À vos ordres, maîtresse*"
*At your command mistress or Yes, mistress in french.
Unlike Black Butler, this story is set in France (at the same time)
Kurojochû means Black Maid.
I came with this idea because I really like Kuroshitsuji, but I'm more into yuri than yaoi, so I wanted to do a similar story but with shojo-ai subtext instead. I hope you liked it! Tell me in a review if you want this story to continue and don't hesitate to fav or follow if you liked it!
