Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
*** Warning: Sexual themes, sex, blood and gore, violence, swear words. If you do not like sex, gore, or swearing this story is not right for you. The sex is in the first chapter and the last few chapters; blood and gore and swearing in between. If you do not like what you are reading you can skip the chapter/story. Thank you for your cooperation ***
A/N: Thank you guys for taking the time to read this story! For once I'll be posting a story here on that's complete. There are 21 chapters in total, all written down, and I'm reviewing them right now and will hopefully be posted within this next upcoming month in a gradual state. This story is from a 100 challenge I'm working on in . The theme is 76, under the stars. I'll post the chapters here first, but then I'll be posting them on deviantart. If you wish to read more stories you can read them on my deviantart account. Since I haven't posted anything in a while I figured it was about time to post something on here ^^ This is an UndertakerXReader story, so there are a lot of 'you' in the story. In this reader story you have certain features… but that's pretty much it =3 If you guys have any ideas for say a sequel go ahead and comment. I'd like to do another short story that's a sequel to this because it took me a while to write this story and a lot of fun. The reapers show up I think the next chapter =D So without further adieu… onward with the story!
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You sat in your darkened room; the only light a small candle fading away in the background. Your bright purple eyes stared out your window, a tiny smile on your face while you looked at the sky. The sky was always dark, a small light like a candle rotating to illuminate the world around you. It was a sphere of glass and magic; your mother telling you little fireflies kept the world bright and after a full day is done they turn off their blinkers and rest till the next day. All your life you've lived in a medieval style castle; long before castles were invented by humans. You were one of the youngest in your clan, born from a powerful fallen angel here in your world called hell. You've lived almost a full cycle now, a century to be specific. Apparently, according to your older brother from the same mother, at the beginning of the next cycle you'll be going through… well 'changes'. Instead of looking like a child with pudgy cheeks and bright purple eyes, you'll grow taller and seductive. By the end of your second century you'll be a full grown demon with the abilities to contract humans for food instead of depending on the scraps of your siblings. Sadly the rest of your family didn't care for you or your brother. You may have the same father as them, but they all came from different mothers. Your mother, apparently, was another noble demon and that's why you have a luxurious suite by yourself, but never spoke with your other siblings. They called you 'lady' or 'miss [insert-name]' or 'her royal shortness', but not one of them spoke to you as if you were equal to them. Always snarling, speaking about you behind your back. You could hear them and you doubted they could tell, but you ignored them and went about your business.
Your mother died when you were only six years old, but your brother is many centuries older, maybe even a good thousand or so years older. Your mother only had two children and honestly even if she could seduce any human, demon, or even angel she was a 'one mate' sort of demon. She mated for life and it took her a long time to settle. Apparently she was also an angel that had fallen from the heavens, which is why you were told to have 'pure blood'. A pure blood of the fallen angels, not a branch like the rest of your half siblings. You could do what you wanted, or that's what they said, but honestly… you couldn't. You were always trapped. Your room kept you away from your family and your blood kept others away from you. Apparently your blood smells so good the foulest demons in hell would be after you just to devour you, which was why you've barely left the castle. Sadly your father was already making plans to give you away by the end of your second cycle, once you were of the right age to mate. Your brother didn't like this idea and insisted you stay, but your father didn't want anything to do with you… he never did.
Your brother was a different sort of demon, which reminded you of your kind mother also. He had more authority in his voice then his own father, but walked with grace like your mother had. His eyes were always narrow and stern, calculating the world around him, but when he made eye contact with you and spoke with you he was happy and gleeful. You learned most of what you knew from him, of the world above called the human world, or the earth dwellers. How his last contract had gone. Attempts other demons had made to snatch random souls to eat, but other creatures called reapers and even angels killed them for such acts. You had discussions about this topic daily, how one should never take a human soul unless you are contracted to them. It makes the reward that much sweeter, and luckily for you, you honestly didn't need souls all the time to survive. Once a month, even years would suffice. You could eat the other foods, forbidden fruits that grew down in hell, but souls were a luxury food for anyone, including yourself. In your short life you've only had three pieces of human soul from your brother: once was when you were born, another taste when you had your twenty fifth year celebration, and lastly when you were fifty. Your brother told you he would share his human soul with you when you were finally a century old and completed your first demon cycle, but afterward you would have to find your own souls to eat.
The strange thing about your brother is that he decided to stay. He contracted himself to his own father so he could stay while you were developing. He taught you everything you know and you had an assumption, once you leave, he would leave your father also. Pure bloods, even their own children, were a threat to other pure blooded demons. That's why your brother had to form a contract with his own father to stay and his contract was legal for two full cycles, until you were given away to your mate. You honestly didn't understand why you were so different. Where you strong? Could you dominate your father like your brother could do? You had no idea and never given a chance to find out. Your brother may have taught you many things and shown you the life you're supposed to lead, but you didn't understand why you had to know things that others didn't. Your father was older then the human species was, but your mother were apparently older then even him. So technically your mother's blood was stronger than your father's blood, which was why he must hate you so. Your brother has already displayed how much stronger he is to his father and they're on… unknown terms. They seem to be neutral with each other, but one false move can crumble their agreements and they'd be at war.
Apparently you also had powers that were different from other demons. Unlike the rest of your family your wings weren't clipped, yet. Fallen angels all had their wings clipped, but if their children are born pure their wings are not clipped. Thus it would be your mate's job to clip your wings, but if you'd let him is a different story. Other demons could shift, some had special powers, but you had divine powers that caused the other demons to fear you. If you wanted to, you could create servants and demons at a whim. After all that's how demons were created, by the hands of the fallen angels. Yet you could also destroy other demons if they are contracted to you and you deem them unfit, which is why your siblings avoid you. Like all demons your eyes turned from their normal color to a dark red color with cat looking black slits, but, strangely, your eyes could also turn as bright and pure as the blue skies in the human world. Why? As your wings aren't clipped your soul is still pure. You're a pure angel babe born from two fallen angels. Even your brother didn't have that strange problem, but he said it would go away once you've mated for the first time… but did you want that? You could morph and shift and do all sorts of things, but did you really want to give up your divinity and freedom to some petty demon? Okay, maybe he won't be so petty. Your brother said your father is finding another pure blooded fallen angel for you, but to be a wife among millions is a horrible thought, in your mind.
Why couldn't you have things like your brother? He could go off on his own and make his own way in hell, but why can't you? You're just his little sister… another demon to be contracted away by your father. You were just an item to them, and honestly you didn't want that for yourself. Your brother may know more and he may be a few long cycles older, but he doesn't know you like you know you. He doesn't understand that you want to do things your way, not their way. That may be your mother talking, but that's true! You didn't want to stay down in hell the rest of your life, which is why you got your brother to agree to let you leave hell for a year or two to see the humans for yourself. He will celebrate your first completed cycle with you, but then after… you can do what you want. Unlike him you're not bound to your father. You may be a young born demon who is still trying to take care of herself, but unlike them you weren't bound by contracts yet. Your soul was still wiped clean of impurities and deadly sins. Your own official contract hasn't formed yet. That'll be until you're older during your second cycle. You didn't have to stay… but you did because your brother wanted you to. Because it was safer then roaming this hellish world and being devoured over your blood. You were stronger now, for sure. You looked to be about fourteen to the average human. By the end of your next cycle you'll look like a human in their twenties and by that time you'll stop growing. Your beauty would last forever, even unto your death. Unless you decide something different… and that's your decision to make, not theirs.
Still… you wondered how the human world was like. Were human souls as delicious as your brother makes them out to be? He must work hard for his souls because they're always delicious, barely blemished with sins. It's strange how human souls are better pure, yet demons are the ones who taint them. A pure good soul or a pure evil soul is always best, your brother explained, but that doesn't mean you'll be able to get such souls in the beginning. You sighed and wondered how the sky was in the human world. You figured it was different, that heaven was different too. As you daydreamed you began to fall asleep at your window sill, letting one of the demon maids find you sleeping against the wall and carrying you over to your bed, tucking you in while you dreamt of the brighter human world.
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All of your siblings had some form of wings, if they look like bird wings or bat wings depended on their mother. As for yourself and your brother you both had large bird-like feathered wings that were almost twice your size. His was almost pure black, but yours was more of a gray, maybe a white. In your family they could hide their wings, but some decided to show off their wings while others did as you do and hide them away with their powers. Your brother didn't wear his wings when he was visiting you, but elsewhere you noticed he wore his wings. It was his way of intimidating the other demons, you concluded, and probably his own father. You and your brother inherited the purple eyes of your mother, but where your angelic blue eyes come from… you had no idea. You always wore your normal colored eyes, purple, and so did your brother, unless he was angry or intimidating someone. He was about as tall as your father, which was rather tall. He was about five foot four and you were much shorter, but he was your brother and always kind. So you didn't mind the fact that he was taller. The rest of your siblings were shorter, some even your height even though they've been around for several full cycles. Some have died, others were banished. Some left; others were given to demons for mates to up your father's status. You noticed you were getting more attention the longer you grew, but you waved their eyes off of you and continued to walk down the hallway.
You were looking for someone in particular, someone that was supposed to have shown up this morning, and when your eyes came upon him you grinned with glee. It was a demon with messy, short black raven hair with illustrious bright purple eyes. His large black wings were fanned out slightly so they wouldn't get dirty on the cobblestone floor. His clothing was interesting. He was wearing a suit and tie, something you were told by him the grim reapers, which take human's souls to judge, wear instead of the traditional outfits the humans wear. You realized he had disguised himself as a reaper to get a soul, or maybe that's how the contract played out, but he was close to ripping the clothes off of his body and walking around nude until he saw you. "[insert-name]!" he noticed you with a wide grin.
"Brother Xaviar!" you giggled and jumped into his arms, your dainty black dress fanning behind you in the breeze. You weren't one to wear slutty outfits like your half-sisters, so you always ended up wearing nightgowns and other dresses so you wouldn't show off your breasts so much. You didn't know why you were concerned about those things, but you were.
"How's my favorite little demon?" he asked, your eyes staring up into his and his mood changed. Dang, he could tell your mood just by staring deep into your eyes and into your soul. Another power the pure bloods had that other demons don't. With one glance you would read a demon's thoughts and mood before even confronting them. "… What's wrong sister?"
"I-I…" you paused. You didn't want to tell him you were going to reject that mate your father was going to pick out for you, and since he just got back you'll come up with something else to say. "Well… I'm a bit worried," you chuckled nervously, "that I'll be growing up more and be a full fledged demon in a century. Just… I-I don't want you to disappear, that's all. Plus I'm excited about going up into the human world." You grinned, but you could tell your brother knew something else was on your mind.
"Hmmmm… alright," he responded as if he was agreeing with your statement. "I'm going to change out of this horrible reaper outfit. Some reaper was trying to take my food from me even though I was contracted to the damn creature for eleven years, but heck we have a soul to devour. We'll celebrate in a few hours, alright?"
"Okay Xaviar," you agreed, following him down the hallway to his room. Unlike your other siblings your brother didn't care if you followed him around or not. He didn't even care that you walked into his room with him and closed the door behind you. He knew you didn't have any hidden intentions, yet, and even if you did he's been the only other demon, including your father, that has seen your bright blue eyes. Only when you're really happy do they shine through, and he's told you that those eyes mean you're a pure soul and too good for this world, whatever that meant. Still a child he saw you as, but you were, so of course you would have such eyes… right?
You sat down on his large black sheeted bed, which he had all to himself. Another privileged demon, but once again that's because he was a pure blood and had more status then most. You kicked off the black sandals you were wearing and watched him go through his things, throwing the clothes he was going to change into on the bed before staring at you with a smirk. "You like seeing me strip, don't you child?"
"Only because it's you, brother," you smiled back, but not as crooked as he did. Chuckling he nodded, ignoring the eyes that were on him and took off the reaper outfit. "A-and you make me happy," you decided to add, his purple eyes turning to your own while he was taking off his tie, a tired sigh leaving his lips at your answer.
"That may be so," Xaviar tried to say, "but you can't be my mate sister. At least not while you're so young."
"I-I know," you mumbled with a pout, "but I love you, brother. You're the only creature that's been so kind to me… sorry for growing attached."
"I love you too, sister," he turned to you and grinned, throwing his tie next to your arm while he continued with a tired sigh, "but we're demons, not angels. We can't think of those things like love, unless we're going to use those emotions to lure others in our grasps. Such is the fate of the fallen, like our parents and now ourselves."
"… B-but if you wanted to change that –"
"I can't, not anymore," he admitted to you sadly as he took the black suit coat off and threw it by your arm. "Once my second cycle was completed I let my demonic contract attach to my bloodstream… I will be honest with you," he continued with a little smile. "There were moments when I thought about becoming an angel, maybe even giving up my divinity for another soul, but those are just tricks of the mind. Other creatures always betray you and your heart turns cold towards them. That's why two thirds of the angels fell. It's easier to fall into temptations… but heck, if you decide to do something else with your life go ahead. Just never assume demons will think like you do… you're too pure for them."
"Pure, pure, pure," you pouted. "It's always 'pure this' and 'pure that'. Maybe I don't care."
Xaviar turned to you and grinned, smirked such a smile that made you shudder. Then he chuckled as he slipped off his shoes, unbuttoning his shirt and pants before slipping them off of his body and throwing them onto the bed. You stared at his back, his muscles, his god-like figure that made every demon, even males, swoon at the sight of him. "You may not care~, but it's the truth. You're as pure as mother was… father could never understand her," he snorted and turned his gaze to you. He chuckled because you were staring at him, unable to look away even as he walked over and ran his black fingernails over your body. You close your eyes and whimpered at his touches, curling up into his bare chest and he laughed lightly at your attachment towards him. "Damn," he grumbled under his breath and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the top of your head before pulling the hair pin that kept your hair in place and let the wavy black hair flutter over your shoulders and down your back. "You even look like her… If father saw you he'd have to fight me for you."
"Maybe," you mumbled back, a toothy canine smirk appearing on your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled your face closer to his own, "but unlike other girls I'll fight both~ of you before giving myself to anyone, including that mate our father is trying to find."
"Even if it's me~~?" he asked with a grin, but you shook your head and he pouted.
"You told me about mother," you responded, "and how she was the type of demon that did what she wanted, whenever she wanted. She chose to be with father and I choose to stay here… I don't have to stay. I can leave. I'm just here for you brother… but I'm not going to give myself up to anyone without fighting back."
"You're perfect," he chuckled and gently kissed your lips, a smile appearing on your own while he grinned. "Just… perfect. And yes, I wouldn't want it any other way. Even if I make a clan of my own it won't be complete till you're there."
"I'll keep that in mind," you giggled and kissed his cheek, "but I'll be there for you. Just know it'll be my choice of a mate. Father or not, even you can't decide my mate for me. Besides, you're going to let me go to the human world, right?"
"Correct," he answered as you pulled away only slightly to stare into his eyes.
You studied them, trying to find any faults, but you couldn't find any and you grinned happily. "Good," you giggled, "because I'd be disappointed otherwise." You close your eyes and sniffed in his musk, pausing for a second before looking at him strangely and he chuckled nervously. "Brother," you pouted.
"What child?" he smiled to you timidly.
"You smell funny," you told him. "Why is that? You smell like… it's strange. Like a demon covered in mud with an over-worldly scent."
"That's the scent of reaper [insert-name]," he answered with a thin smile. "I told you, I had to wear those disgusting clothes, but I got the soul and you'll be eating half with me."
"Oh?" your bright purple eyes lit up at the idea. "W-what type of soul? A knight? A child?"
"Better," he chuckled and gently pushed you onto the bed, the reaper clothes by your body either fluttering off of the bed or ending up behind your back as he pinned you to the bed, his eyes glowing red while he grinned deviously. "A reaper had contracted himself to me, trying to get out of his fate. So I let him and now he's mine~… And there's nothing the petty soul judger can do about it."
"I-I didn't know you could do that –"
"He asked first," your brother shrugged and sat on your legs, the red color in his eyes disappearing back into purple while he stared down at your developing body, noticing the small mounds of breasts and he licked his lips with anticipation. "I disguised myself for eleven years so he could 'fulfill' his contract. Once that was over I took his soul, and boy, [insert-name], a reaper soul is much more delicious then a human soul could be. Their souls were originally human, but because they died with their soul on the borders of good and evil, they turn into a reaper with a 'second chance' at life. Some turn good, other bad, and most never leave that border, but once they die they're dead. That's it for them."
"Then how are they more delicious –"
"Just rarer," Xaviar continued. "Any demon can take a human soul, with a contract or force, but only a reaper that decides to contract with a demon can ever be devoured. Reapers are mainly souls, their bodies only made by their immortal souls. So they fight back, even when they're captured, and can never truly get eaten unless they decide otherwise. If you wish for reaper souls, sister, you must have them gain your trust or wait for them to want to join demons. That's the only way."
"Okay," you smiled at his explanation, "but if he's so rare are you just going to eat him?"
"Us~~" he grinned. "It's your first completed cycle after all. I finished this contract so you'd enjoy a bountiful feast. Plus… I think I'll keep a fragment just so I'd turn him into a demon. He'd be a valuable servant, a reaper soul. Already tasting the lips of eternity does that to human souls. But now~… I've been hungry for ages now," he chuckled and kissed your lips, running his fingers down your dress and unlacing the bow behind your back that kept your dress around your neck.
You knew what he meant by that. After all, all demons, after maturing at the end of their second cycle, always thirst for physical contact, but you were his sister. Even if it's normal in hell for siblings and even with a parent to mate, you didn't like the idea… but the way his fingers played with your hair, slipping his nails between the folds of your dress and peeling it off, you couldn't help but shudder. Most of your sisters would give their entire harem of human souls just to have a fling with their half-brother, but he wanted you, not them. And you were the privileged one. "B-brother… please –"
"Hush~" he hissed in your ear, licking your earlobe before continuing down your body with his long, sloppy wet tongue. "I won't go far. I'm not that demonic to take your virginity before you've matured. Just let me… touch you~~" His breath on your face made you shiver, your eyes closing while your mind went blank. You moved to his warm touch, feeling exposed as your dress was discarded on the ground. He still hadn't slipped off his boxers, but you could feel the large lump rubbing against your thigh, his lips dancing on your neck before biting down on your collar. You gasped and let out a cry, encouraging him further. He bit down harder till your neck began to bleed, your eyes staring up at the black sky while your nails dug into the back of his skin. He snarled against your skin, but he shuddered at your rebellious touch. You felt blood dripping down your fingers and off the small of his back, but you didn't care. For some reason this felt so good… and you wanted more –
"My lord – O-oh! Lady [insert-name]!"
The two pairs of demons' eyes turned towards the voice. It was a shivering young female demon in a very skimpy medieval woman's dress. Her hair was a dark green and her eyes were a normal shade of red. Her dress was a combination of dark greens and blues, the dress cut short with long black leather boots. If one looked closely whenever the demon bent down to grab something from the ground, they would notice she wasn't wearing any panties under that dress or even a corset. Just the dress covered her body, her pigtails on both side of her face as she clutched gray sheets against her chest, unsure of her movement.
"Amelia~ Gastineau~~" your brother chuckled darkly, the demon shuddering at the use of her name while he sat up slightly and flicked his finger. She yelped as his invisible powers pulled her away from the door, the door closing behind her and clicking closed. You could tell she was scared, but it was her own fault. Your brother always made contracts and her soul was one of them. He devoured most of her soul, but he always left a small little bit to use for servants. She just happened to walk in at the wrong place at the wrong time. "It is a good time to be alive, isn't it my dear?"
"Y-yes, my lord," she shivered, your brother sighing as he stood off of the bed, covering you up with a bed sheet before walking over to his servant.
"Now, my dear, you shouldn't be frightened," he told her as he graced his cold fingers against her cheek. "Your master is back now. You should be rejoicing!"
"W-we are, my lord," Amelia answered, "b-but I thought you would like… some ah… new towels so you could bathe."
"Good girl," he grinned and grabbed her hand, setting the towels on a nearby table before making her stand next to the bed. "You took care of my sister, didn't you?"
"O-of course, my lord! –"
"And did anyone violate you?" he snarled, your eyes looking over at the woman as she trembled and shook her head.
"No, my lord," she answered. "No one dared."
"Good~~" he chuckled and pinned her to the wall, a cry leaving her lips as his knees pinned her body in place, his crotch rubbing up against her body between her clothing. "Then I don't have to be too~~ rough with you."
You knew what he was going to do to her; you've seen it many times. Honestly, from what you've noticed, your brother was a much kinder lover then other demons could be. For one, he even let his servants have privileges. Usually souls that were turned into demons were subject to tortures, unless the demon's creator orders otherwise. Thus many human souls are raped and tortured, most at once for multiple days at a time. Xaviar simply had his servants do house chores, pleasuring himself every once in a while and even letting them participate in the fun. Demons like Xaviar are why demons move up the ranks. Their original master lets them do things they wouldn't normally do for their kind and thus they get to eat humans, contract souls, and even mate with other demons. As long as their master agrees it doesn't matter for them, but you've had a taste of Amelia's soul. You knew how pure it was. Pure souls tend to not turn once they're forced into hell. She'll always be scared, unless your brother changes her soul so she'd be more demonic.
Your purple eyes watched sadly from under the sheets while the female demon was violated by your brother. Another reason why you didn't want to be forced to mate. Forced… that's different then wanting to mate. He slipped off her clothes and groped her breasts. She moaned as her fingers wrapped around his boxers, trying to pry the underpants off. "That's right my little slut," he hissed in her ear as he kicked off his boxers. His fully erected member pressed against her thigh, threatening to slip into her small body while she whimpered at his skin.
Then his eyes turned towards you and your eyes widened in fear. You didn't know if you should stay around since you've seen many male demons lose control of themselves, but his purple eyes softened as he let go of his whore and knelt down by his bed, his face right in front of your own. "I've forgotten you were there child," he chuckled and kissed the top of your forehead. "Excuse the indecency."
"Whatever," you snorted, glaring at him. Then he grinned while he stared into your soul. He could tell just by looking into your eyes that you were jealous. He heard his demon whimper at the loss of her master, but didn't say a word since she knew the relationship between her master and yourself. He pulled the sheets off of your body, a yelp leaving your lips as you covered your breasts. You didn't know why, but you hated others seeing you naked, even Amelia. Then his lips slammed against your own, so raw and intense. You moaned as your eyes flickered closed, your fingers lacing around his hair while he let go of your lips and trailed back down your neck. He kissed and gnawed at your neck, leaving bruises and teeth marks on your body. You didn't care. You loved being claimed by him. He's the only demon you've ever let touch you this way, and honestly you never wanted him to stop.
You felt foreign hands on your breast and flinched, Xaviar slapping Amelia in the hand and she yelped and backed away. "Only I'm allowed to touch her," he hissed and growled at his servant, his dark red eyes threatening to devour her. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Y-yes, my lord," she quickly said, backing away and staring at you sadly as you marked her master with your nails, taking the pleasure she was supposed to feel away. This may be her new form of punishment, but honestly it was simply because your brother wanted you, not her.
Your mind went blank, your breathing irregular. His lips tasted every crevice of your body, loosening your muscles with his tender tongue. He slipped his mouth between your legs, kissing your clit and sticking his tongue into your moist hole. You arched your back and cried out, his mouth driving you crazy while he tasted your fluids. Then he stopped, looking up your body to notice you had changed. Your bright white wings were spread out behind your back. Your eyes were now blue, glowing intently as if they were capturing his soul. He shuddered with anticipation, but instead of continuing he crawled onto your body and looked deep into your eyes. "I love you," he gasped, his own eyes shining the dark red of a demon.
"I-I love you too," you answered him, his lips capturing your own as he tried to dominate you. He rubbed his member against your stomach, his back arched with his black wings spread out to engulf you in his shadow. He kissed and licked your lips, running his hands through your wings. You shuddered, unable to control yourself. His fingers felt so good, your wings aching for attention.
Eventually he stopped, panting in pain. You could tell he wanted to shove himself deep into your body and take your virginity, but it was too early. Much too early. "We must stop here," he told you, your head nodding and your eyes got droopy. You didn't mind the fact that he'd have to take his servant to finish. You were just happy he satisfied you first. You lay on the bed, your body on the far end with your head buried in a pillow.
You watched groggily as he grabbed the female demon and shoved her face first into the bed. Instead of his red eyes being full of love they were only filled with lust, a snarl leaving his lips while a whimper left Amelia's. He slammed his cock deep between her legs, a cry leaving her lips as he gripped both of her wrists with one hand and dug his nails into her skin. They extended in size, black like claws. His hips moved quickly, even quicker than a human could ever accomplish. Amelia's cries and your brother's snarls became a quiet tone in your ears. Your blue eyes began to close, your body growing tired. Your wings folded around you while you fell asleep, losing yourself in a dream while your brother ravaged his female servant.
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When you opened your eyes, you were a little hesitant. The smell of your brother's scent was ripe in the air and a small stench of blood. Your eyes came into contact with your brother's bright purple eyes, staring back into your own and a small smile appeared on your lips. He had his arms wrapped around your body, cuddling you while you slept. "Where's Amelia?" you decided to ask, a light chuckle leaving his lips as he kissed the top of your head.
"Once she recovered I sent her off," he told you. "I wanted us to sleep in peace. Besides we still have a celebration to conduct."
"Ah yes!" you sat up, a lot more enthusiastic than usual. That's when you looked back and realized your wings were still there, your brother grinning at your smile even though your eyes had turned back to their original purple. "… Do you mind if I let my wings stretch? –"
"Of course I don't mind," Xaviar chuckled and sat up. His own wings were behind his back, his large black feathered wings, and you noticed the room was darker than usual, the blinds closed. His door was locked and only a few candles lined the room. You looked around to notice he already prepared the torture chair for his contracted soul, a hex circle on the ground with a chair sitting in the middle of the room. He kept his room clean for this reason so he could torture his souls without having to use one of father's own chamber rooms.
You sat up noticing you had been clothed by your brother. This time you were wearing a purple and black dress, light and fluttery like your nightgown. Yet it wasn't a nightgown, it was an actual dress. The fabric was silk, smooth against your skin. You looked at your brother curiously and he chuckled, wearing his long black leather jacket that fluttered at his calves. He wore a black leather shirt and long black leather pants, his long black buckled boots on his feet as he stood up. There were a lot of buckles and chains attached to his clothing. It was sort of his style, you snickered in thought, but heck you liked the look. It fitted him. You knew what was coming next and you sat across the bed, watching as he walked into the center of the circle and spoke an enchantment, summoning the soul he had locked away with his aura.
You heard a high pitched scream, the soul refusing to appear, but your brother was stronger, even stronger than most reapers. He summoned his captured soul without any problems, a soul with the same suit and tie your brother had been wearing, his bright green and yellow eyes filled with fear while his body was bound to the chair with black chains. He had short and light brunette hair, sweaty and messy over his light bronze skin. He seemed to have a farmer's tan, but his skin bronzed nicely. Your brother grinned, the reaper snarling his dark shinigami eyes up at your brother's bright purple eyes. "You bastard!" he growled. "I wasn't done! –"
"I saved a hundred human souls from death, for you," your brother told him with a devious smile, his teeth nice and sharp while his black wings fanned out behind him. "I even killed that partner of yours, Jonathan~ Copper ~~ –"
"Don't use my name so lightly demon!" he hissed and spat in your brother's face, but you knew that was only making him angry through Xaviar's crooked smile. "You tricked me Michal! I wasn't finished yet!"
"You're finished when I~~ say so," your brother chuckled darkly and flicked the reaper on the nose, the reaper trying to retaliate and bite his finger off. He completely missed and your brother stepped back, motioning you to come forward and hesitantly you did.
When the reaper named Jonathan set his eyes on you his bright shinigami eyes widened in shock. Instead of the dark black glow your brother emitted it was a bright white heavenly glow. Your wings were a little smaller, but that's because you were smaller too. "A-an angel?" he thought, your bright purple eyes staring at the demon in confusion.
"No, you insignificant reaper," your brother snarled in disgust, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his body. You placed a hand on your brother's chest, staring at the reaper while your brother spoke. "This is my younger sister, a true pure blooded fallen angel. The only reason why she's still angelic is because she hasn't found a mate yet and become contaminated."
"Disgusting," the reaper huffed, but your brother chuckled in the reaper's face.
"No~… it's what demons do. Besides I used to be like my sister," he exclaimed, your eyes turning to him astonished while he continued, "but I had to grow up. I chose this path reaper and so have you."
"But you didn't give me enough time –"
"You had your chance!" you brother snarled in disgust. "Eleven years! I did everything within your contract. It is done. Accept your fate… [insert-name]," your brother turned his attention to you and you stared at him with sad eyes. "… What's the matter? –"
"Y-you were like me?" you asked him suspiciously, his eyes turning sad as you pulled away from him. "T-then why do you eat souls? Why torture? I could understand since you're my brother and all, but you chose this life? Why?"
"… Things happened," he snorted, "and our mother let me choose for myself. I'm simply passing on her teachings to you. You can stay here or try to get to heaven. Your choice."
You looked at him sadly, but nodded in understanding. It's true, and you've known this for a while now. "Well then I'm going up to the human world tomorrow," you told him.
"H-hey wait now!" the reaper huffed and got your attention. "I don't want some floozy demon up there taking souls –"
"I don't care for souls!" you huffed back, your face in the reaper's face and your eyes glowing as red as a flaming arrow. "Maybe my mind will change after I eat your little soul, but I don't care for eating them. Maybe turning you things into worthy servants, but not eating."
"Don't approve for not eating souls," your brother mumbled to himself, "but that anger in your eyes excites me."
You stepped back and rolled your eyes, the reaper's dark green glow staring at you as your eyes turned back to purple and you walked up to your brother. "So what now? –"
"Eat him," your brother told you with a smirk. "You've completed your full cycle now. It's time to celebrate!"
You giggled happily and jumped the reaper, the shinigami screaming in pain as you bit down on his neck and began to drain his blood. "Thank you Brother Xaviar," you spoke as you left the reaper's neck, sitting on top of his body and licking your bloody lips.
"Happy birthday [insert-name]," he wrapped his arms around your neck and kissed your cheek from behind your head. "Don't ever lose yourself up there." Then Xaviar ripped and ate the reaper's soul, your teeth sinking into the immortal soul and you gasped in pleasure. Oh gosh! Reapers really are delicious! It's like an old wine sitting out in a cellar for centuries. Not only is it tainted, but it's also a pure essence. Oh geeze… if your brother hadn't stopped you, you would have gobbled him up before your brother could really get a taste out of the poor guy.
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A/N: Thank you for starting to read this long story. Yes, every chapter is this long, longer, or a bit shorter. Hopefully all my notes won't be as long as the stuff written above. There's not much to say after the warnings and such. If you don't like what you read in the last two or so paragraphs, I suggest looking for another story. Even if there's a 'bit' of sex and sexual tension and stuff, this story mainly have blood and gore and other strange stuff. It'll get stranger from here, and honestly even I don't understand everything I wrote XD But heck if you enjoyed reading this I'd love to hear comments! I'll try to answer you guys asap, but it'd be nice to see what you guys think about this. Anyways I enjoyed your company. SEE YOU IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!
