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It was a rainy night in London. Everyone was back at the town house. They had just finished dinner. They were in a comfortable sitting room, Nyra, Sebastian, Ciel and Madam Red. Nyra had finished the puzzle box; all she needed to do now, was open it. But she didn't want to do such a thing until they found Jack the Ripper, after that she would tell Ciel about the box.

"Is this really the time for a game of chess?" Ciel asked.

Madam Red made her move. "Obsessing about it won't help you solve the case. Why not just leave it all to Sebastian and Nyra dear?" She asked.

"Because they are simply my chess pieces. I'm the one who moves them by giving orders." Nyra and Sebastian stood in the background, the demon polishing china and the witch reading a book. "But they're no ordinary pieces." Madam Red raised a brow. "They can move as many spaces as they need to," Ciel knocked over one of Madam Red's pieces with his knight. "Like that."

Madam Red gasped. "That was against the rules you know." She placed her piece back up right.

Ciel rested his chin on his fingers, a slight smirk on his face. "Indeed. It would be if this was a game. But rules such as that have no true meaning in the real world. There're always knights who break the rules and pawns who betray. If you let your guard down, it's check mate." Ciel moved his knight.

"You must have had other options in life besides policing England's underworld? I'm sure my sister, your mother, wanted something else for you. And yet after their deaths you return to be the queen's guard dog. Is it because you're trying to avenge your parent's murders?" Madam Red asked.

Ciel finished his sip of tea before he answered. "The need for revenge is a funny thing; it won't bring back the dead." Nyra knew about that all too well when Arya died, oh well, it made her feel better when she got her revenge, if only for a moment. "Nor will it bring them happiness."

"But then-" Ciel interrupted his aunt.

"To answer your question I didn't return to the House of Phantomhive for my parents. I did it for myself. I want to find the people responsible for what happened and I want to make them experience the same pain and humiliation that I suffered." Ciel said seriously. Nyra felt a low growl bubble in her throat. She wanted to help Ciel get his revenge. Perhaps it was her sympathy for Ciel, or perhaps it was her protectiveness. She had grown to love Ciel, be it as a son or little brother, she didn't know.

Madam Red smiled at a memory. "I still remember when you were born, though it seems so long ago." She stood up and walked towards her nephew on the other side of the chess board. "You were so tiny and fragile I remember thinking "no matter what I have to protect him."" Madam Red gently stroked Ciel's head. "You know that I was never able to have children, but there was you and I've come to think of you as my own son. Which is why I wish you would quit this."

Ciel removed his aunt's hand from his head, surprising the red head. "This is a task I've freely chosen. It's still my choice to make and no one else's." He looked up and told his aunt seriously. "I don't regret my decision and I won't be coddled, by anyone."


Later Sebastian helped Madam Red place her coat on; Nyra had followed him to see Madam Red off.

"I have it now, thank you." Madam Red said.

"My lady." Sebastian said, the red woman seemed troubled.

"Promise me; say you'll never leave his side." She looked at Nyra. "Either of you. This is a dangerous world for a boy; make sure he doesn't lose his way."

Sebastian and Nyra both got down on one knee and placed their hand over their hearts. "Fear not." Sebastian said. "I swear I shall stay by his side until the very end."

"So will I," She winked playfully despite the seriousness of the promise. "I'm not that easy to get rid of."

The door opened to reveal Grell standing in the rain with an umbrella. "I'm here to escort you back home my lady." Just then lightning struck.


Ciel was sleeping on his bed when a knock woke him. The door opened and Sebastian and Nyra stepped inside. The demon had asked the witch to come with him to go over the suspects with Ciel.

"Well then?" he asked.

Sebastian closed the door behind them. He held the list of suspects in his hand. "No matter how I look at it the result is still the same."

Ciel sat up. "Yesterdays murder, the Viscount didn't do it."

"None of the people in the mansion could have done it either." Nyra said.

"Indeed, no person could move that quickly," He put a hand on his head, feeling a migraine coming on. "Anyway tomorrow we'll start." Ciel then stopped. He looked up at his butler in shock. "Sebastian, you did it."

Nyra turned to Sebastian. Although she didn't doubt that he had the ability to do that, she knew that he didn't do it. Why would he? Sebastian wasn't the type to do something without a reason or purpose behind it. Nyra sweat dropped when she realized something. She didn't know why he continued to tease her and harass her.

"Of course I didn't my lord. I told you I never lie." Sebastian said. "Now, involved in medicine, ties to secret societies or black magic, lacking alibis for the nights when the bodies were found, the only human who fits our criteria is the Viscount Druitt."

Ciel glared at the butler. "You know more about this then you're letting on, don't you?"

Sebastian had a shit-eating grin in place. "But I'm simply one hell of a butler." He placed a hand over his heart. "As you well know I only carry out those orders my master has directly given me." Ceil growled and looked to be on the verge of a meltdown.

Sebastian threw the list of suspects into the air. "You need only say the words my lord. And I become either your pawn, or your knight, as I'm sure is the same for Nyra. Now master, move us to check." Nyra smirked, knowing things were going to get fun. A crack formed in her mask.


Nyra, Sebastian and Ciel stood by a tenement in the East End, far enough away to not be seen but close enough to get the target. Nyra was wearing her fighting dress and her coat. It was still raining but it had slowed down.

"He'll show if we steak out this place right?" Ciel asked, dressed in newspaper boy clothes.

"Yes." Sebastian said.

"You know, I've realized the murdered prostitutes have other things in common besides their profession." Ciel said.

"You're welcome." Nyra said in a sing song voice. Ciel sighed with a tick mark on his forehead. The witch had taken the liberty of rubbing it in when Ciel said what their new search perimeters were. She even did a 'victory dance.' Complete with song, it was still ringing in his ears.

"I told you so, I told you so!"

"I-I-I told you so!"

"I told you so, I told you so!"

"And now in French!"

"Jevous l'ai dit!"

"Jevous l'ai dit!"

"Want some German Ciel, huh?"

"Ich habe dir gesagt!"

"Ich habe dir gesagt!"

"I TOLD YOU SO!"

She had ended that dance with the splits. Ciel shook that memory from his head.

"The most beautiful glossy black hair." Sebastian said.

"But I still don't understand why he had to kill them all." Ciel said.

"So very lovable, it could almost be a sin." Sebastian continued.

"And what's more I-" Ciel stopped when Sebastian continued.

"So soft. Oh, so soft." Sebastian continued, ignoring Ciel's mounting frustration.

"Listen when I'm talking to you!" He snapped, a tick mark on his forehead.

Nyra and Sebastian had been fawning over a black cat that had wandered over to them. Nyra may have a connection to wolves but she still liked cats. She also enjoyed how adorable Sebastian behaved when around a cat.

"Oh, I apologize sir but she was so beautiful and soft." Sebastian let the cat go. Nyra waved goodbye to the little feline.

"Nyra, are your wolves… okay with you being near a cat?" Ciel asked awkwardly, since it was a bizarre question.

Nyra shook her head. "No, they practically worship me. In fact if I remember correctly a she-wolf called Moonflower has a small habit of taking in abandoned wildcat cubs."

An ear piercing scream startled Nyra. "How could somebody have gotten passed us?" Ciel asked.

"Let's go sir." The three of them ran towards the door, Ciel in the lead.

He threw open the door and a stray drop of blood hit his cheek. He stared at the bloody remains of the prostitute, to stunned to move.

"Ciel don't!" Nyra said as she grabbed Ciel's shoulder. She got a peek at what was inside the room. The woman's organs were all over the floor. Nyra again remained unaffected. During her rampage after Arya died she had done similar things to her victims.

"Come away." Sebastian said, covering the young master's eyes. He leapt away, dragging the young master away from the door.

Ciel was shaking, the image he saw now burned into his brain forever. He retched and faintly felt Nyra's nails tracing soothing circles on his back and her using a handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

"You've made quite a bloody mess of things in there." Sebastian said to whoever was in the room. "Jack the Ripper or rather, Grell Sutcliff."

Said butler walked out of the room, dripping with blood. Nyra snarled like a wolf at the butler and wrapped her arms protectively around Ciel. "No! No you're wrong! I-I heard the scream and rushed to help. But-"

"Drop the act!" Nyra growled. "It's over!" She then tilted her head to the side, a habit she had developed when she was eighteen. "This is actually the first time I've met one of you in a long while. You played the role of simpering idiot well." Nyra's eyes narrowed and her lips twitched, beginning to pull back in the beginnings of a snarl. "Your act had almost everyone completely fooled. The way you were able to hoodwink me." Nyra sighed and shook her head. "One of the Seven Sisters." She looked back up. "It's embarrassing, being as old as I am." She sighed. "Although I must commend you for your acting skills, you're very good."

A drop of blood ran down Grell's cheek, almost like a tear. "You… You think so?" Grell chuckled and grinned psychotically. His teeth were like a shark's. "How kind."

He pulled the red ribbon holding back his brown hair. "That's great to hear." He removed his circular glasses. "After all, I am an actress." He took out a comb and combed the brown away, leaving behind a bright red. "And quite a good one at that." His eyes, which now had fake eyelashes landed on the demon butler. "You aren't really Sebastian either are you?" he replaced his white gloves with black ones.

"Sebastian is the name my master gave me, so that is who I am," Sebastian smirked. "For now."

"Ah, you're playing the faithful dog." Grell replaced his old glasses with red ones with skull chains attached. "Well you're handsome enough to get away with it."

Nyra was starting to get efficiently creeped out.

"Anyway here we are Sebastian. No, I'll call you Bassy!" Grell flipped his hair over his shoulder. "Let me introduce myself. The Burnett Butler Grell Sutcliff. What do you say? Let's get along!" Grell blew a kiss and Nyra felt the demon shudder in disgust as the little heart bounced off his head. Nyra filed this away to tease him with for later. Another thing Grell was good at, creeping out Sebastian. That was an accomplishment few could achieve.

"Ah, it's so nice to talk to you in my true form. I admit I was surprised when I first met you. I've never seen a demon playing a butler. I've also never seen a witch play a governess." Grell said.

"But I could say the same about you." Sebastian said. "I never thought I'd find one of your kind playing a butler either. You're supposed to be the intermediary between man and God." Grell smirked. "A grim reaper. Why would a divine being like you pretend to be a servant?"

"Why, indeed. For now let's just say that it was out of love for a certain woman." Grell said.

"And that woman would be?" Asked Sebastian.

"You don't really need to ask, do you?" A familiar voice asked as she stepped out of the shadows of the room.

Ciel removed Sebastian's hand from his eyes and saw his Aunt standing before him. "Madam."

Madam Red chuckled. "Well I hadn't counted on this. I didn't think anyone would be able to tell who Grell truly is."

Ciel whipped his mouth. "Naturally you were on the suspect list from the very beginning. But all of your alibis seemed flawless."

Madam Red's gaze softened. "You mean you actually suspected your own aunt?"

"I was looking for a murderer," Ciel said coldly. "Degree of relation to me did not mater. None of the humans on the suspect list could have been responsible for all the murders, but if one of them had an inhuman accomplice, that would change the game completely. It had to be someone who could enter and leave a room without being noticed, someone who could travel from the Viscount's hoe to the East End instantaneously. In the end you two were the only ones who could be Jack the Ripper, you Madam Red and Grell Sutcliff."

"I began to look into what else the victims had in common besides prostitution. And then I'd noticed they'd all gone under a certain surgery at the hospital where you work. We made a list of all the patients." Ciel took out a folded piece of paper from his vest and held it up. "One, the only one that was still alive was a woman by the name of Mary Kelly. We knew if we waited around here you would come for her eventually." Ciel glanced away, the image still burned into his brain. "But we were… too late."

"My darling nephew, how unfortunate this turned out to be. If you had let it go we could have played chess again." Madam Red clenched her fist. "But now…" The woman then had an insane look in her eyes. "YOU'VE TAKEN EVERYTHING!"

The sound of an engine whirring startled Nyra when Grell swung a chainsaw at them. Sebastian caught the blade between his hands and pushed the red haired man away.

"What is that?" Ciel asked in shock.

"Grim Reapers use special tools to collect souls. That's his reaper scythe, also known as a chainsaw from my time." Nyra said.

"Don't you dare call it that! This is so much more than a scythe! I worked very hard to customize it!" Grell was then off in his very dramatic description of his weapon. "This is a special death scythe of my own design, it can hack anyone into tiny pieces." His attention was then back on Sebastian. Typically Nyra would be upset about being ignored but considering the kind of attention Sebastian was getting, she didn't mind.

"I've been far too well behaved. I'm getting out of shape. I would love to exercise my skills. So. Shall. We. Play?"

Sebastian's eyebrow twitched. "Perhaps you could be a bit more respectful of my position. I'm on duty after all." That only seemed to encourage the reaper.

He had hearts flying around him and was waving his chainsaw around. "What a stoic man you are! That makes you even more irresistible!" He then became somewhat calmer. "You know, red is my favorite color. It's perfect for hair, for clothes, for lipstick. So I painted all those women with pretty, pretty red blood. So Bassy, now I'll make you even better looking than you are. I'll tear you up from the inside, and trust me I'll make you like it." He winked. "You'll be as lovely as scattered rose petals."

Sebastian turned his back. "You're a grim reaper. You're job is to quietly harvest the souls of the dying." Sebastian removed his jacket and put it on Ciel's head to shield him from the rain. "And as a butler your job is to follow your master like a shadow." He turned back to the reaper, "You have violated both of these expectations and quite frankly I find it sickening."

"Bassy, you wound me!" Grell said. "You know I'm more deathly efficient then I seem!" He struck a rocker pose with his tongue sticking out.

Ciel put a hand to his eye patch. "In my name and that of the queen I order you Sebastian and Nyra," He lifted the patch to reveal the mark. "Put an end to them!" The mark glowed, along with Sebastian's eyes.

"Indeed my Young Lord." The demon said and began to pull off his gloves with his teeth.

"As you wish, Young Master." Nyra said. Ciel was slightly shocked to see that Nyra's fingers grew longer, to a slightly unnatural length and the claws that replaced her finger nails.

"Birdbrain." Nyra said, addressing the demon. "You can handle." Nyra looked at Grell, trying to figure out the correct pronoun to use. "That. I'll handle Madam Red." The witch glared at the red clad woman and felt her teeth sharpen into their needle-like form.

"Ooh! Yes! Please run away! We can play tag Bassy!" Grell swung his chainsaw at the demon, who dodged each of them gracefully.

Grell took another swing but only hit the wall when Sebastian cart wheeled out of the way. When he landed Grell appeared right behind him. Sebastian once again blocked the hit with his hands but was backed up against the wall.

"Let's see what happens if you're not fast enough! You get cut!" Grell angled the chainsaw so that it cut the fabric on Sebastian's shoulder. The reaper chuckled. "It's more fun when it hurts a little bit though isn't it?"

Meanwhile with Nyra and Ciel. Nyra glared at the red head. "You're still the queen's guard dog, which means that now I'm your prey." Ciel didn't respond, he just stood there with an emotionless look in his eyes. "But if it's hunt or be hunted." Madam Red drew a knife from her sleeve and charged. "There's only one thing I can do!"

Nyra snarled, knocked the weapon aside and shoved the woman back with a powerful gust of wind. Nyra stood on the ground on all fours in front of Ciel, snarling like a wild dog.

"You're a doctor, how could you do it!?" Ciel asked.

"You wouldn't understand if I told you. You're just a child!" Madam Red screamed and lunged again. Nyra gathered enough of the water around her to create a strong hose that blasted the woman back again. She really didn't want to hurt her, a relative of Ciel's, but if she had to she would fry her to a crisp.

"You rat." Madam Red muttered. "You shouldn't have been born in the first place!" She ran a third time and surprisingly enough when Nyra lunged forward for a physical attack Madam Red clubbed her to the side with a surprisingly heavy blow.

That knocked Nyra off her feet and sent her stumbling. At first Nyra just lay there, absolutely stunned. How could a human like Madam Red have the strength to knock such a powerful witch such as herself off her feet? Perhaps a spur of the moment? She snapped out of her daze when she saw that Madam Red was choking Ciel.

"MASTER!" Sebastian yelled when Nyra screamed "CIEL!"

Blood splattered and the witch and demon were behind the woman who was holding her face, both reaching out to end her life.

"Stop! Don't kill her!" They both stopped inches from her head. Sebastian panted; grasping his shoulder which Nyra noted had a deep cut and was bleeding quite heavily from.

Nyra sighed and shook her head. "Stupid feather brain." She muttered and raised a glowing hand. Placing it on his shoulder the demon allowed the witch to heal him. A few cracks had streaked across the witch's mask, but she made no move to fix them.

"Ooh~" Grell giggled. "How sweet you are Bassy, really what a prince, sacrificing your own poor limb to save that kid." He walked toward Madam Red, who was shaking. "On the other hand you're a disappointment Madam. Come now, hurry up and kill the brat already!"

Madam Red looked at Ciel with tears in her eyes. "I loved my sister, I loved her husband, I love their child. I can't!" Madam Red gasped. "I can't kill him; I can't kill their beloved son."

"Really? You're getting soft hearted on me all of a sudden, after all those deaths?" Grell asked. "If you don't end him, he'll end you!"

"Madam." Said Ciel.

"But… this dear boy." She turned to Grell. "This child is my-"

Nyra saw what was happening and pushed Madam Red out of the way. Pain exploded throughout her body when the chainsaw ripped through her chest.

"NYRA NO!" She vaguely heard Ciel yell.

"Oops, wrong victim." Grell said merrily, clearly not caring either way.

Nyra's blood then transformed into reels on film, spiraling all over the place for everyone to see, including Madam Red and Ciel.

"Is that her..?" Sebastian asked.

"A part of the reaper's job is to replay and examine the memories of those who are on the 'To Die' list. From that we determine what kind of person they were; we see from their perspective what kind of life they lived." Grell said. "And we decide whether they should live or die.

"Their lives, flash right before their eyes." Sebastian said.

"Oh please, that's such a pedestrian term. It is so much more than that, this is the reaper's true power! THE CINAMATIC RECORD!" Grell smirked. "This should be interesting, a witch's cinematic record."

NYRA'S MEMORIES

I grew up on a mountain top village in northern Norway in 420 B.C. I was born into the high class family of Stark.

A small girl with black hair in twin braids and green eyes stood in front of a large torchlight wooden castle. She wore a plain brown dress with fur trimmings, fur lined boots and she had a black furry cloak on her shoulders. Her clothes seemed to be that of high quality, or at least what was considered high quality compared to that of the clothing others wore. Around her neck was the signature pendant, the wolf door knocker necklace.

Sebastian and Ciel's eyes widened when they saw the necklace around the girl's neck. They were seeing Nyra as a child. She only appeared to be about six or seven years old.

The young girl skipped through the snow in the town. She waved brief hellos to fellow villagers with a bright smile. She stopped in front of a hut and knocked on the door. A pretty brunet woman with blue eyes opened the door. She wore several necklaces and had many rings on her fingers. She ushered the small girl inside.

When they were inside they sat opposite of each other at a small wooden table with a single candle burning. The woman raised her hand toward the flame and removed from the candle so that it floated in the palm of her hand. She then put it back and then ushered for Nyra to do the same. Tentatively, Nyra reached out and touched the flame with the tips of her fingers. When she pulled back, she kept the flame on her fingers. She smiled brightly and giggled, the older woman smiling as well and laughing with encouragement.

My father was human and he died in battle before I was born. My mother, a witch, died due to complications during labor. A witch's mother typically trained her daughter but since that couldn't happen for me, a witch living in our village took it upon herself to train me as the years rolled by.

Brief memories flashed in front of them. One of a eight year old Nyra juggling a small flame, then Nyra at twelve stomping on the ground, making boulders rise, Nyra at thirteen manipulating water and ice, Nyra at fourteen controlling lightning and wind, Nyra at sixteen using her ability to control others movements to torture a man in prison. All of those memories had the older witch by Nyra's side. Finally Nyra stood completely bare in front of her teacher at eighteen; they were standing by a forest.

My teacher knew of the Stark family's connection to wolves, and to enhance it to its full potential, she sent me to survive with a wolf pack in the woods for one year without even the clothes on my back. Not only would this increase my relationship with the wolves but it would improve my survival skills and my physical dexterity.

A quick memory played of Nyra crouching at an elk's carcass, surrounded by other wolves as they ate. She tore off chunks of bloody meat with her hand and feasted as she pleased. Her hands were stained with blood, as was her mouth. The red liquid dribbled down her chin and neck, even over her chest. Suddenly she heard footsteps, she turned and saw two men approaching with torches, and they were clearly hunters.

They froze when they saw Nyra, crouching with her pack. Nyra had a chunk of meat in her hand. She glared at the men and flashed her needle teeth with a furiously wolf like snarl. The hunters screamed and ran off like cowards. Nyra rolled her eyes and continued her meal.

Once I was done with my training with the witch of my village I challenged the strongest witch in Norway for her title. I defeated her and became known as the Head Witch of Norway. After that I began to wander, to locations all over the globe to expand my knowledge of all things, both magical and none magical.

Once again, brief memories flashed, one of Nyra in a pharaoh like garment, cloaked in golden jewelry as she held a sheet of hieroglyphs. Other images of Nyra flashed by, from wearing saris to kimonos to dresses from all different time periods.

I became bored at one point and decided to really settle down in one place for a while, instead of just visiting for a year or two. I settled down in western Virginia in the early 1700's. It was a small village on a ridge by a waterfall and river. I lived a relatively simple life of brewing medicines from herbs I found in the nearby forest.

I remember other witches pressuring me to have a child, to give me reason in life, but I didn't want to. Many witches simply had a one night stand with a male to get pregnant, hopefully with a girl since male witches, warlocks, were a rarity. But I knew that if I was going to raise a child, I wanted a father that I could raise it with. I didn't want to fall in love but, even with all my power I couldn't stop certain things from happening.

A Nyra that didn't look any different from the one that Sebastian and Ciel knew was walking down a cobblestone path in a simple dress. She held a basket of herbs that she had gathered from the forest. It was pretty windy outside so she had wrapped the herbs in a bundle with a weight in it to make sure they didn't blow away. A particularly strong gust blew and blew Nyra's head piece off. The witch cursed lightly under her breath. When she turned around she saw the head of the town holding her head piece. He had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes.

"I believe you dropped this." He chuckled.

Nyra smiled and took her head piece back.

He asked me to marry him two years later, and I said yes. Looking back on it now I don't know why I even got involved with him. Witches try not to fall in love with humans, knowing that they would grow older while the witch did not. Later there was Arya. It has been four hundred years since she died. But...

An image appeared of Nyra sitting under a tree, wearing a dress from the same time period but one of higher quality. She was reading a book when she looked up and saw a blonde girl running towards her with a flower bud in her hand. She was wearing a white dress and she had long wavy golden hair. When she opened he eyes they were bright green. The little girl ran into Nyra's arms and laughed as the black haired woman pulled her onto her lap. The blonde girl held the flower bud up and made it open and close.

But a mother never forgets.

Sebastian's eyes widened. 'Arya was… her daughter?' When he had pulled off the choker and saw the picture, he figured it was perhaps a pupil or friend whom she had lost.

"Mommy! Mommy! Look what I can do!" Arya said gleefully as she made the flower open and close without even touching it. Nyra's eyes widened in surprise but then softened.

"That's magic honey. You're just like mommy." Nyra said softly and sweetly.

"You can do this to?" Arya asked, looking at the flower bud again with wide eyes as she continued to make it open and close.

"Yes." Nyra nodded. Raising her hand Arya watched in awe as her mother made a rose come out of the ground. The vine of thorns spiraled up before the bud opened to reveal a beautiful red rose. Arya reached out and gently touched the petals.

"I can do this and so much more." Nyra whispered to her daughter. "I can teach you, if you want." She said. Her daughter turned to her with a big smile.

"Really!?" Arya asked excitedly.

"Of course." Nyra laughed, wrapping her arms around her daughter in a hug. She then pulled out a necklace.

Everyone looked down at Nyra and saw that the choker around her neck was the same one in her memories, the one she was giving to Arya.

And for the next few years I trained her. She was so brilliant, no matter how old she was, she was always three steps beyond what she should have been. But still, she was nowhere near complete with her training; she was still just a novice. I kept our trainings from my husband Andrew. I kept everything from him, even the fact of me being a witch. I knew I shouldn't have hid it, but I suppose the fear of rejection was too great.

We were happy for many years. But a few weeks before that night I noticed the future priestess of the church keep staring at Andrew with a longing look in her eyes. That didn't bother me; I knew my husband wouldn't have an affair. About a month before it happened, whenever that priestess looked at me or my daughter however, it was always angry and hateful. It was an accusing glare, as if she was saying 'I know what you did!' I didn't think much of it, but now I wish I had, because of that night.

Nyra kneeled down on the ground in shock as Andrew sliced her hair with his sword. Tears were running down her eyes, yet those green orbs seemed empty. She was in the town square. She had never felt more betrayed in her life. She stared at her raven locks as they lay on the stones.

"DADDY! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?" Arya's scream shook her out of her stupor.

Members of the church were dragging her daughter away. Her daughter's mask had fallen, revealing skin black as the night with golden veins crisscrossing her skin. Her golden hair had also been chopped off, just like her mother's. Nyra snarled and lunged forward with a powerful roar. It took several men from the town to restrain her, some tying chains around her as well.

"LET HER GO!" Nyra snarled furiously, her face cracking. Before her stood Belladonna, the priestess who had told Andrew her secret.

"Burn the demon spawn first." Andrew ordered, the men holding Arya nodded.

Nyra started cursing, thrashing and flailing. The priestess ignored her, just kept reading from the bible as she, Andrew and the rest of the townsfolk watched as Arya was tied to the stake. Tears streamed down Nyra's face and the action was mirrored by her daughter as they threw bales of hay on the ground around the cross that Arya was bound to. When the identical green eyes locked, that was when the fire was lit.

"NOOOOOO!" Nyra screamed, several cracks appearing in her mask that stubbornly refused to fall. Arya went up in flames instantly, her screams seemed otherworldly with the agony in them. The black haired woman stared at the flames. She didn't even know how to react at first.

She just stared as her light, her angel, her life, her daughter, was burned at the stake by Andrew, the man Nyra learned to love and the father of her child. Nyra just stared at the flames numb with shock for what seemed like a millennia but in reality it was probably was only a few minutes.

"Let's burn this heathen now." Andrew said coldly, glaring down at his former wife mercilessly.

"Yes, my lord." Belladonna said, with a charming smile at the blonde man.

Snarling with rage Nyra lunged forward and tried to grab the priestess but only managed to grab her rosary. When one of the men made a move to grab the religious symbol from the snarling witch, Belladonna raised a hand for him to stop.

"Let her keep it. Perhaps it will protect her from the demons. Maybe Our Holly Father will even be merciful." The priestess said, turning back in her bible.

Nyra snarled and growled at the crowd as she was bound to the cross, suddenly not having the strength to fight back. Her features looked gaunt and she resembled a corpse with her exhausted expression. She didn't even notice when Andrew walked towards her.

"She is stronger than the young one; we should be thorough in our burning." Nyra gasped in shock when Andrew poured lamp oil all over her body. While she was spitting out the foul fluid he took the rosary from her hand and arranged it carelessly in her hair like some kind of poorly placed ornament. Once the black haired woman was able to open her eyes she gazed at the angry crowd.

No one stepped forward to try and defend me! Some of the people of this village I had known for years. Some I helped heal their loved ones or helped deliver a child. No one stepped forward to protest!

"I CAN'T BELIEVE ALL THE FOOLS I SEE!" Nyra screamed. She turned her furious eyes on Belladonna as hay bales were thrown at the witch's feet. "YOU FED THEM DIRTY LIES!"

Belladonna didn't react, simply started reading from the bible. Nyra looked pleadingly at Andrew but the man glared at her with unforgiving eyes. Gritting her teeth, Nyra threw back her head and let out a wolf's howl. All the villagers froze in shock when the sound came from the witch's throat. With her superior hearing, Nyra could pick up the sound of several paw steps heading her way. She was so focused on that, the smell of burning hay was the only thing that brought her back. Using her powers, Nyra made the flames rise around her and the swirl around the cross.

Soon she heard vicious wolf snarls and screams from the villagers. Nyra extinguished the flames and saw her wolves pinning down the villagers. A large dire wolf with scars and golden eyes walked up and bit at the ropes until they fell. Nyra collapsed onto the wolf's back, exhausted both physically and emotionally. She looked down at the black wolf.

"What is your name?" She asked.

"Shademoon, alpha of the pack of White Falls." He said in a deep voice.

"Take me away." Nyra muttered.

"Yes, daughter of Stark." The wolf said. Nyra saw Arya's choker, still on her charred remains. With a flick of her wrist it was in her hands. The wolf ran out of the town and up the hill that led to the forest, his pack following him. Nyra whispered something in his ear and when Shademoon got to the edge of the forest he turned so that Nyra could address the villagers.

"All your heads are gonna roll."

Nyra sang in a loud voice.

"I've made your misery my goal."

The witch's voice slowly got stronger and she sat up.

"So if you want survival, kneel on my arrival,

"For this is how I rule the world!"

With that, the wolves took off into the forest, with Nyra and Shademoon in the lead.

I lived in the forest with the wolves for two years after that. They hunted for me and took care of me, during those cold nights. One night however, in the light of the full moon, I decided to get my revenge.

The village was quiet. Everything was calm. Then, one of the houses suddenly combusted into flames. Nearby villagers screamed in shock when the home suddenly combusted. Nyra smiled sadistically as she walked into the village. Her hair hung around her face like a curtain. Wolves ran out from behind her and began snapping necks and crushing skulls with their jaws.

The witch laughed crazily as she walked towards Belladonna and Andrew, who stood in the town square. She swiped her hand in front of her, making a boulder launch Belladonna into a horde of wolves. Andrew drew his sword but his hand was shaking.

"W-Who are you? What do you want!?" He yelled.

Nyra chuckled harshly. "Don't you recognize me Andrew?" She was suddenly directly in front of him but her hair still covered her face. "Have I really changed so much!?"

"Nyra?" Andrew breathed. The witch smirked and curtsied.

"The one and only." She said. She smiled yet again in a crazy fashion. "You like to burn witches at the cross, even your own wife and child." Nyra fingered Arya's choker, which was around her neck. Her head snapped up so fast that her hair flew back and revealed her true face.

She had snow white skin with black veins streaking her entire body, the whites of her eyes were black, her teeth were like needles and the corners of her mouth were slit so that they nearly went up to her cheek bones.

"WHY DON'T WE JUST BURN YOU AT THE PENTAGRAM?!" She screamed gleefully. She snapped her fingers and roots sprang up from the ground and bound him to the shape of a pentagram. Nyra clapped her hands and jumped up and down gleefully.

Ignoring Andrew's yells of rage, Nyra sent a blast of fire at the base of the pentagram and then entire thing went up in flames. Andrew's screams were music to the witch's ears. When he finished his screeches of torment Nyra began to walk out of the village. The wolves had slaughtered every last resident in the village. The cobble stone streets were running with blood and the dirt was churned with it.

The one man I loved betrayed me. He killed the child I gave him, that I trusted him to raise with me. He betrayed that trust. He took everything from me, so I returned the favor.

Nyra marched out of the village and when she was on top of the hill she looked down at the collection of houses that was at the edge of the ridge. She glared down at the burning spot right at the edge, that was Andrew. She began to channel her powers to such a degree that her hair began to billow in an invisible wind.

Because of me, there were no survivors…

She used her powers to cut the village off from the ridge, causing all the homes, corpses and rock to fall down into the river below.

Or evidence of…

Nyra fixed her mask and walked away.

The BLOOD RIDGE MASSACRE.

The reels of film returned to her chest as the witch collapsed onto the cobblestone ground. Ciel didn't seem to know how to react, neither did it seem that Sebastian or Madam Red knew how to respond either. Nyra coughed up a little blood.

"Ooooo~! Such interesting memories. Even more blood soaked than Madam Red's~!" Grell said.

"Ciel." Nyra gasped. "In...pocket...box." Nyra panted.

The blue haired boy quickly knelt down and reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a wooden puzzle box.

"Open it..." She coughed again.

Ciel opened the box and a bright light flashed out of it. The wind picked up and the rain began to fall heavier. A long column of purple smoke streamed out of the box. It took the form of a Chinese dragon, roaring before it began circling into itself. It then gathered form and someone fell from the lump of smoke. It was a woman bound in chains and some kind of mask over her mouth. She had long black hair in a high ponytail, a knee length blue kimono with black trimmings and black pants underneath. She had finger talon rings on each finger. She looked up at them with lime green eyes.

Nyra seemed to find her voice. "Allow me to introduce another of the Seven Sisters, greatest kung fu master in all of china and personal friend of mine, Yanmei."


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