Yes, another Kuroshitsuji story. I just couldn't help myself. The idea just popped into my head and I had to write about it~ I promise to keep updating my other stories though!
I rather like how Desdemona turned out. Tell me your opinions please!
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. I do own Desdemona, Lilith, my writing and any other OCs that pop out of my head.
Church bells rang in the distance as I strode down the streets of a mist covered London. The creaks of a carriage echoed through the almost empty cobble stone roads of the morning. The sun was just starting to grace the city with it's light, but barely cut through the fog. I pulled my cloak tighter around my shoulders and checked that my hood was covering my face.
"Lilith." I said, disrupting the still of the morning air. "Are we almost there? I absolutely despise walking in these heels."
"We are almost at our destination Desdemona." The older woman replied, coming to my side. I nodded in acknowledgement, before my indigo eyes landed on a large brick house. I rasped on the wooden door quickly and pulled on a mask. I didn't hate my work, but sometimes the disgusting people I made contracts with really sicken me. But I had lost my hope for humanity long ago.
A middle aged man opened the door, his salt and pepper hair hung in his crazed green eyes. He had only one 'wish' left and I knew by the look in his eyes that he would try and get more. I looked up at this insane man through my ever-smiling porcelain mask.
"Hello. Have you thought of your last request yet?" I asked in a monotone,which sounded odd through the mask. The older man's filthy hand flashed out and grabbed my wrist. I felt Lilith grow tense next to me before her presence disappeared as I was dragged into the man's house.
"I want more wishes." His voice was thick with greed.
"You only get three." My voice remained even, but this man's nauseating soul was repulsive. I was having a hard time holding down my breakfast. The man, James Scott, pulled a revolver out from it's place at his waist and pressed it against my head.
"Listen, little girl, you'll give me more wishes or I'll pull the trig-" James was cut off by a knife being thrust through his chest. I sighed.
"The reapers are going to be furious." I sighed, feeling no remorse toward the dead man laying awkwardly on the floor. "Cover this up, make it look like suicide." Not that the Scotland Yard would find me guilty for this man's murder. To the public I was just an innocent countess who had never even met this poor man.
"Yes, Milady." Lilith replied. "I will take you back to the manor-"
"I can go by myself." I interjected indifferently. "Just get me a carriage. I will walk if I have to."
"It is not particularly safe for a young lady to be out walking alone." The demon maid informed.
"If you haven't forgotten, I'm not necessarily a normal young lady."
"I have not, Milady." I simply nodded before turning on my heel. Waving goodbye to Lilith I swiftly walked out of the building. Most of the fog had cleared in the short while I had been in the contractor's home. I let out a heavy sigh and started to walk heels clicking on the old sidewalk. All of my surroundings seemed distant, as per usual until I spotted a respectable looking butler cuddling on the ground with a cat. I arched a brow at the scene that someone other than me would've laughed at. A young boy glanced over to the freaky butler before getting red faced and sounding like a nag.
"Sebastian! Stop cuddling with the damn cat and get over here!" The dark haired boy shouted, obviously annoyed with his butler. I blinked, curious to what was happening in the alleyway that interested the noble so much. And why wasn't I asked to investigate? The butler, Sebastian was his name apparently, sighed and mumbled something before hurrying over to his master. I strode over to the scene, weaving my way through the crowd before I was halted(to my annoyance) by an old man. Apparently he was the chief of the Scotland Yard.
"Well good for you. Now get out of my way." I replied woodenly, trying to push past him.
"Young lady, these types of things are not appropriate for a-" I cut the old man off.
"Look, old man. I've seen things that would haunt your naïve mind for years to come. Now would you please move?" I spoke in a phony sweet tone that made the man blink in confusion and drop his arm. "Thank you~" I stepped passed the chief and eagerly hurried to see what the commotion was about. I stopped when I spotted a bloody mess of bodies. No bile rose in my throat and I felt nothing towards the deceased people laying before me. The boy was showing slight disgust while his butler stood stoically beside him. I bent over, studying one of the bodies.
"How disturbing." Of course I didn't feel bothered by this at all, but I did it so they would notice my presence. "The Undertaker will absolutely love these." I tried to laugh, but it came out harsh and unnatural sounding. The boy almost flinched.
"Who are you?" The young boy ordered.
"How cliché. Could you phrase that in a more interesting manner?" I put on my typical façade. What? I didn't want to be one of those screaming and clingy girls who secretly got on everyone's nerves. I preferred my charade, however short, to be fun opposed to being annoying to keep up.
"No." He deadpanned.
"Fine. Desdemona DiSonia. I'm here because I was curious to what was happening." I huffed.
"DiSonia? As in the-" I cut the boy off.
"Yes. That DiSonia." I replied. "And what is your given name?"
"Ceil Phantomhive." He answered in a nonchalant tone.
"Please to meet you Earl." I said politely before turning towards an incessant cackling.
"Ehehehehe~" One of the bodies moved and brushed itself off.
"Undertaker." I heard Ceil state from behind me. The man grinned at the young Earl but saw me.
"Oooh~ Young Desdemona. Do you have a good laugh for me this time?" The Undertaker slithered up to me and leaned forward. Our faces were only centimeters apart. I moved my mouth to the side of his head and whispered in his ear. He guffawed and starting cackling again.
"Was it better than the last?" I asked, face falling into it's normal indifferent state.
"Such good jokes from such a heartless young Baroness!" He chortled, sleeved hand moving to his face and muffling his laughter. I felt the gaze of the other two people standing in the midst of the gory alley boring into my back. Turning back around to face them I blinked.
"Is there something you wish to ask?" I asked in a monotone, seeing a shadow move in the corner of my eye. Must be Lilith coming to get me.
"It seems my young master was distracted from her task." I heard the smile in her voice.
"Curiosity killed the cat." My dark indigo gaze flickered towards the unearthly gorgeous demon.
"It did indeed." She chuckled and took her place by my side. Her ice blue eyes scrutinized the boy's butler. I noticed her tense and headed for the entrance to the alleyway. It took a lot to make Lilith nervous, so she must have thought there was something weird about Ceil's butler. I did too but having a cat obsession was nothing to be anxious about. I think.
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