"You are going without me young master?" Hellebore asked slightly put off.
"Yes, you are to head to the main house and watch over my fiancée Elizabeth while I and Sebastian are taking care of Baron Kelvin." Ciel swiped his cane from Sebastian and marched to the door between hesitating and looking back at her with a smile.
"I have a feeling that tonight will be very interesting."
Hellebore nodded before bowing. And with that Ciel and Sebastian left for the carriage, neither of them turning to see Hellebore's widening smirk.
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Hellebore looked up in surprise as she heard the unmistakable sound of blood upon bone. She turned from the tea she was currently preparing and walked over to examine the scene. Finny stood almost childishly with a wound upon his head; he shrugged and walked over to the body of a large man who Hellebore recognized as one of the Circus freaks. "I hate painful things." Finny murmured. Instantly the Circus freak looked up fearfully.
"Stay out! This place is freaky!" He screamed no doubt to his comrades in arms only moments before Finny gripped the man's neck in an almost tender display, compared to what he did next. He slammed the man through the wall without mercy.
Hellebore looked at Finny in a new appreciation before she glanced behind her to where the two children the man had come with were watching with stricken expressions. Finny looked at the man's body. "Don't yell so late. You'll wake Lady Elizabeth."
Suddenly the boy lifted his arm violently, releasing a whip with a strange star attached to the end, successfully knocking the hat from Finny's head. Hellebore watched with amusement as the boy began to go into some sort of vengeful daze as he attacked Finny. Hellebore reached up and caught the hat with ease.
Finny looked at the boy with a sudden amount of anger. "I really liked that hat." He stated as he lunged toward the boy. Hellebore looked at the hat and noted the hole, she would most likely be charged with mending that.
Finny glared sidelong at the boy. "I can't hide it anymore." He said referring to the numerical value tattooed onto his neck.
"Subject 12?" Hellebore questioned with interest. Finny moved again.
"Also it was given to me by the young master." He ran forward and snapped a tree from its trunk. Hellebore groaned and yelped. "That was my favorite tree you fool!"
Finny ignored her. "The young master…doesn't give me injections every day." He threw the tree at them, but sadly they dove out of the way. "He doesn't kill my friends…lock me up. I love it here." He cried as he slammed a clenched fist into the wall, causing rubble to fly everywhere. Hellebore batted away a piece of cement.
"That's why I will protect it!" Finny finished panting slightly. Hellebore smiled and clapped at the gardener with a whoop of an encouraging 'huzzah!'
"Are they monsters?" Cried the girl who matched the boy's acrobatic movements as they seemed to jump to the top of the mansion's roof. Hellebore laughed. "It depends on what kind of monsters you believe in." She whispered.
The boy looked to the girl as he tossed an end of the thin razor like whip to her. "Let's go Wendy! Cut him straight down the middle!"
"Right!" With a burst of child like energy the pounced off the building aiming to have the whip go straight through Finny. Hellebore watched as the whip became taught with the constriction of the two children, and she smiled when she heard the bullet slap through her skull. A direct entry at the temples.
The boy cried out in agony and attempted to run to the girl but bounded back when Hellebore was suddenly there in front of him, crooning at him. He jumped back and didn't stop as shots were fired hitting every spot where he had been.
"Shit! Exactly how many people are employed here?" He looked around wildly for a moment when he spotted Hellebore advancing upon him. He yelped and threw his whip to a chimney, successfully wrapping it around. He flew up obviously attempting to take out the sniper.
"Foolish human. We employee's of the Phantomhive's do not require strength in numbers. We each as an individual have the ability to send you straight to hell." Hellebore said just loud enough for the boy to hear, but he gave her no heed as he jumped up to where Meyrin would no doubt be. Hellebore turned to Finny.
"I assume you can cleanup here? I will go and ah…entertain our other intruders." She said before pivoting and heading towards the area where she could hear the two other humans.
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Hellebore's POV
It was simple enough separating Beast from Dagger. I merely bounced her voice off into an area which led Bard, Finny and Meyrin, leaving me a moment to…ask questions.
Currently she was in the backyard, searching for Dagger no doubt. I smirked and allowed the useless human form to fall from me.
"He isn't here." I stated my voice gravelly. She spun in my direction, brandishing her whip, trying to spot me with her eyes. She failed. "Who's there? Show yourself."
"Hmm…I suppose that is required for this transaction is it not?" I said in mock observation. I stepped from behind the tree, still but a blur to the human female. The temperature around us dropped increasingly. Every available inkling of light seemed to be snuffed out. The area around my body filled with a yellow choking cloud of brimstone, in which indistinct black shadows writhed and roiled. From what seemed far away came the sound of many voices screaming. Pressure was applied to the tree's surrounding us as they bulged and convulsed, the branches groaning. Invisible mouths whispered wicked things from behind our backs and under our feet.
The sulfur cloud contracted into a thick column of smoke that vomited forth thin snakes, they licked the air, their bodies like tongues before withdrawing. The column hung above my head, bubbling ever upward against the sky like the cloud of an erupting volcano. There was a barely perceptible pause. Then two snake eyes the color of fire preened out of my skull.
What? I wanted to torture her; I wanted to feel her fear as I watched the life burn out of her. There was nothing more fun than terrifying humans.
She stared at my form in the way of a deer staring up at the hunter who has already shot its leg; she stared at me knowing that I held the key to her death. "W-what are you?" She screeched suddenly terrified. "You should consider yourself lucky. Very few humans see a demon's true form." I stated casually as if I were merely inclining for a response to the sudden bout of bad weather we had been having. She shook clearly on the edge of sanity.
"What are you?" She asked again in an inaudible squeak. I smirked and stuck my tongue out allowing the forks to break apart slowly almost like a claw. Suddenly I retracted it and looked at her like she was a pathetic slave who had spilled my tea.
"Me?" I boomed dramatically. I had always enjoyed theatrics. "I am a puer serpentium! I am of the original blood line, of those who broke the sacred treaty! We brought destruction to your kind. My kind watches with laughter as you grovel on the ground like worms, you're bodies barely able to support weight! I am your devourer. I have watched over the wars of your kind until the stones fell and the jackal's fed on the armies' remains. I am your end."
Impressive eh? All true to, giving me even more power. By now at my savage show of power she's fallen to the ground crouching holding her head like it doesn't belong on her shoulders. She's looking around wildly, murmuring words of comfort that will do her no good. Perhaps I was a bit too hard on the human.
She surprises me by speaking. "Why?" She whispers the word over and over as if it is a mantra. I smirk and walk forward; the uniform heels that all demons are subject to wear seem to dig into the ground with each step.
"Simply put…you touched something that was never you're to touch." I whispered as I placed a hand on top of hers. She's screaming now, as she struggles I grab her chin and force her to look into my eyes. Suddenly she's pulling from me swiping at her body in horror.
"Their everywhere!" She cries in terror. I smirk and look at her in a questioning way.
"What's everywhere dear?" I ask with an almost motherly effect.
"The snakes! Their all over me!" She screamed scratching any inch of bare skin on her body, causing blood to slowly drip through the scratches. I watch before I decide that I've been wasting too much time. I pull her up to her feet, she doesn't resist as she still frantically patting herself down, then she feels my fingers clench her arm and she looks at me with a new found terror, even more terror than when she had first seen me.
I smile at her childishly before I place a hand on her stomach and push. Her spine is tearing through her skin as it pulls and rips apart. Her innards are soon to follow. Without a moment of thought I have her head positioned under mine, my eyes glinting. Her eyes dull, she is dead and the color of her irises' are beginning to disconnect. The soul is freed. I grin as I grasp it between two fingers.
It is tiny, worthy of nothing, not even a demon's starvation. I inwardly groan as my insides seem to not want to accept the disgusting specimen. I sigh and place the soul on my outstretched tongue as I slowly drag it in and swallow. It sits like a rock in my stomach before I feel a slight pressure and it's gone. I look around suddenly bored. I sigh and kick the woman's body.
Feeling exposed in my true form I quickly grasp hold of the little humanity that remained nestled quietly in the back of my mind, watching with disapproval at my actions. I grab it and toy with it slightly before allowing it back. When I open my eyes again I am back to my human self. There is no need for theatrics, my audience is gone.
I look at the corpse of the woman with disdain. I cluck my tongue before I hissed a thin note that seemed to stretch across the forest. Within instants I am granted an appearance by the slithering creatures that my bloodline takes so keenly after. I sigh and hiss lazily, indicating the meat left. Eagerly the snakes are upon it, some taking hold of the woman's innards and devouring them, some slinking into her body, finding sanctuary in her chest where they can properly incubate their young.
I lost interest in the snake's antics and head back to the manor. I never did finish that tea.
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Hellebore stopped and sniffed. Ciel and Sebastian were on their way back and she felt slightly annoyed. The pastries had only just been put in the oven. They would never be finished by the time they got here.
"Oh well."