Demonic Revenge.
By: Athena Katorea Knightstar.
A/N: I've never explored the Kuroshitsuji Archives before. Yet, I find myself writing for one. Blame my teacher for making me write a horror/murder story. Kuroshitsuji doesn't belong to me.
Cries of Agony pierced through my tormentors' ears as soon as I slumped on the chair I was bound on. I weakly turned my heard to see the emotionless scowl on the 13-year-old Earl of Phantomhive. The Earl, whom I believed I had gotten rid of 4 years ago, stared at me with his ruthless midnight blue left eye. The right eye of the boy made me curious as it was concealed by a black eye patch. At the sight of him alive brought rage and trepidation flowing in my veins as I struggled weakly against my bindings; earning a smug smirk from the charming butler next to me.
"Trust me, my lord. You won't be able to escape this room . . . physically." He hinted at the end with malice. I swallowed my nervousness as he picked up another torture device; this time it was a sharp dagger. The Earl turned his attention to the Chinese maid who had just entered the room and whispered a few words amongst each other. I strained my ears to listen to what they said but all I manage to catch was a name; Lady Catherine of Aragon.
"Sebastian, I want him dead by the time I get back. Bring over Pluto to finish him off. Report to me when you've finished the task." Ciel ordered as he left with the Chinese maid. My guess was that he went to see my wife, Catherine. Just thinking of my deceitful wife made me struggle with the binding with renewed determination. The butler, Sebastian, I think, pulled out a strange looking whistle and blew into it. I stared as the whistle did not produce any sound at all; which was strange in a way.
The room then shook with increasing intensity, as if an earthquake has occurred before the door to the room was pushed open and a great big white muzzle appeared through the door. I screamed at it in horror while the butler calmly pets the thing, making it disappear. Then a strange naked white haired man with ruby eyes entered the room with Sebastian on tow. The strange man behaved in a way dogs would do.
"Pluto, up." Sebastian commanded and the man's collar glowed before I watched the human slowly transformed into a huge white dog. My lips went dried as I stared at the sharp fangs and the vermilion eyes with a sense of dread washing over me in great big waves. Sebastian the stood next to a paw, smiling wickedly as is ruby eyes gleamed bright.
"Duke of Cambridge, say goodbye to this world." He sneered as the dog pounced upon me as I sneered. Pain tore through me as my limbs were torn apart, piece-by-piece from my body and my internal organs were crushed by clawed hands which belonged to the butler that smiled at my suffering with that charming sensual smile of his as I realized that he's not human at all. But to my realization came seconds too late as I felt my soul being ripped away from my body and taken by demons to the dark depths of hell.
Sebastian Michaelis observed the hell pound, Pluto licking the blood off his white fur as he fitted a pair of white satin gloves over his hands to cover the Faustian mark, bonding him to the young Ciel Phantomhive. His own swallow-tailed coat was clean from any blood which can be credited due to his demonic prowess.
His ruby eyes then trailed over to the grotesque remains of the 'late' Duke of Cambridge crushed organs littered around the room as well as pieces of fleshes and limbs to add to any living humans' horror. Fresh blood ran down the walls like tears of blood and the dark beauty of blood on the floor simply adds the dark beauty behind his master's revenges. Those who had tried to annihilate the Phantomhives before cannot escape the burning revenge of the last of the Phantomhive clan. The 13th head of the Phantomhive clan, Ciel Phantomhive.