New Scotland Yard, 8-10 Broadway, London SW1H 0BG, United Kingdom; The tall grey building watched over the city through tinted glass, and housed investigators, police officers, as well as other operatives whose duty it was to protect the city. When they are incapable of completing this task, however, they are required to bring in special agents to do it for them. These two agents are Junior detective constable Jim "Alois Trancy" Macken, and Senior detective constable Sir Doctor Ciel Phatomhive; or collectively shortened to simply: "The Demonic Duo".
The pair walked up to the building just like any other day that they were called in. They always gave off the impression that they owned the place, but it wasn't as though anyone would stop them. No one was stupid enough to do something like that. It wasn't as though the pair walked with any particular hurry, however. What they expected to be greeted with was another simple case that either of them could do on their own, due to the new and incredibly inexperienced detective Bailey.
Grey cubicles went by as they made their way through the office, passing detectives, officers, and bureaucrats alike on their way to the evidence room. When they finally approached the door, Ciel pulled out his ID card and slid it into the lock, granting them both access. Once they stepped inside, they found the young detective browsing through files that were sprawled out on one of the tables. The man jumped when he heard the door open and scrambled to gather all of the papers and photographs on the table up again. Both demons arched an eyebrow and looked to one another before turning their attention back to the Bailey gentleman. That was odd.
"So, what's happening in your neck of the woods, Junior?" inquired the blonde menace, waltzing right up to the table to peer over the human's shoulder. Seeing as though he would have to show them both anyway, the man sighed and stepped to the side, allowing Alois to look over the files as the other demon walked up to join him.
"We've got another serial killer." The man said. He seemed extremely tense. Ordinarily, he was dressed to the teeth, but now, he was disheveled, with his jacket off, his sleeves rolled up, and his tie loosened. It seemed as though this particular case had given him several sleepless nights. Ciel stepped up behind his beau, plucking one of the many files off of the table and opening it.
"Several people have turned up dead over the past month." Bailey stated. "They seem to be killed with whatever available. A few of them were strangled with something, while others were beaten with blunt objects found at the scene. Their wallets, cellphones, and other necessary items were stolen from the corpses."
"So what makes this person special?" asked the menace. "Surely you can catch somebody who goes around leaving that much evidence. They sound like a common criminal!"
"That's where it gets odd." Answered the human. "According to our reports, the deceased was said to have been living as if nothing had happen days after the autopsy stated they should be dead. One woman's husband was in the room with her while we called her to inform her that he was dead!"
"Interesting…" muttered the bluenette, glancing over the papers in his hand. "It says here that they went missing shortly after that."
"Yes. They always go missing again shortly after the body is identified." Bailey replied, rubbing his forehead before crossing his arms. "They just get up and leave! They vanish without a single trace, and then another body turns up and they cycle repeats itself."
Ciel took some of the pictures of the victims out of the folders and lined them up. Visually, they had absolutely nothing in common. They were of different sexes, ages, and races, with different facial features and body types. They were completely randomly selected. No one could have seamlessly disguised themselves as all of them. That, unfortunately, left only one of two possibilities.
"It's possible that there are multiple perps." Stated the bluenette, putting the images back in the correct folders. "Was anything stolen from the victims' families or close aquaintances?"
"No." answered detective Bailey, sitting down in a nearby chair. He slumped as he rubbed his temples. "Nothing was stolen at all. No belongings, no money- nothing. It's like they did this just to take over the victims' lives. I don't know why anyone would do this. Then again, I don't know why anybody would murder anybody else."
"There's many reasons. I know them personally." Ciel replied, closing the file. "I assume that we can take these with us?" He was met with a waving motion from the human.
"Go ahead. Everything should be there. Just take them away…" The poor man looked exhausted.
"Then we'll be taking our leave." The watchdog informed him as his assistant began helping him round up the rest of the folders. "I think taking advantage of vacation days is a good idea for you." He added. Michael was still a newb fresh out of school, so it was expected of him to be stressed by the job. He was a homicide detective, after all. Unless you're at the demonic duo's ranking, it's a very emotionally taxing occupation.
Not everyone can take trying to keep killers off of the streets, often working around the clock to do so. Some don't sleep. Some have trouble when they have the chance. That's part of what made the duo so fearsome. They didn't bat an eyelash at the sight of corpses. It didn't matter to them if the victim had a family, or had something to offer to the world. It didn't matter that they were human. To Ciel and Alois, all of those things were irrelevant. It was just gore to them, and even then, they had become desensitized to it. To the demonic duo, solving murder was just something to do. It was a game.
There was no sleep lost to the demons, as they didn't even require it in the first place. They could go to a crime scene and have lunch directly afterwards. Moreover, they could do things that ordinary human detectives could not. They had physical ability and even military power at their disposal. Ciel Phantomhive and Jim "Alois Trancy" Macken would solve this case, just like they had others, and they would do it with enthusiastic interest.
They weren't heartless, however. They, too, had friends and family whom they cared about dearly. Just the day before, they had visited Preston, who was still in questionable condition after waking up infected with Black Annis. It took patience to deal with him, at first, because they discovered that the Omid gentleman was quite anxious, especially when it came to the supernatural.
Preston cowered when they had entered the room, and only relaxed after a while of the pair just talking about what all happened between the others after the incident. They told them about Audrey and his work, Travis and his writing, and about Daniel and Kristopherson's increasingly more complicated relationship. Idle chit-chat passed the time that they were allowed to spend in the room with him, but they parted on decent terms. They were even worried about him in their absence, and instructed doctors to simply chat with him on occasion, as it seemed to help him. The demons hardly seemed devilish until they were actually working.
Now they had another case, so their increasingly odd relationships with their friends would have to wait while they worked. Life would go on, except for the victims of this strange killer. How many more there would be, however, was yet to be determined.
A/N: Murder pls.
Lots of it, hopefully. I have a vague sense of where this is gonna go...
Gettin' kinda tired of the repetitive-ass fluff, y'know?
Just kidding, I know you do. I read the reviews.
There's not been any questions for character shet lately, huh? Have y'all run out? Oh well...
Question?
"Hateweasel... Book of circus and book of murder? As an anime, did you know?" by KrazynKuki
Yea. I've known for a long time. I'm too scared to watch the last episode because I kind of like not having my soul crushed.
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
