"Oh dear…" spoke aloud a certain butler as his eyes scanned over the text message he had just received.
The man had be lying in wait until he had received such a message, knowing that the situation might call for his assistance. His tailcoat had been unceremoniously replaced with a leather jacket and his white gloves were now of a similar shade so that he may blend in better with the crowd. Sebastian's face was concealed by a helmet, as he had even been given special permission to use the Phantomhive's new toy for just this occasion.
Upon being given the location of where the blue biker had been sighted as well as the direction that they had driven off in, the butler placed his phone back in his pocket before taking off in pursuit of the criminal. In reality, it probably would have been faster if he traveled on foot, but his master would have been most displeased if he turned on the news the next day to see reports of some sort of "flying man" leaping from the rooftops of London like Spring-heeled Jack!
Sebastian paid no mind to the traffic around him. He weaved in and out in between cars, trucks, and bikes alike, missing them by a hair while trying to bypass the one driver he was looking for. Had the police not been so busy with a terrorist threat, he might have been stopped, or, at the very least, there would have been an attempt to stop him. Freezing air whipped by, chilling the demon to the bone as he searched, until finally, he spotted them.
A blue motorcycle driven by a man wearing a blue cape and a helmet with devil horns attached. There was a sword at the biker's waist, so they were still armed. Now all Sebastian had to do was apprehend the suspect.
It didn't take long for them to notice. A man dressed in all black who was tearing through traffic in the same way they were? Anyone would suspect themselves of being followed. Immediately, the blue biker started trying to ditch the man clad in black.
Their weaving got more daring. They cut people off in traffic, barely missing them. Sebastian could feel the heat from the engines of the other vehicles as he passed them, giving him a split-second to recover from the harsh winter air. Shades of grey ran together with flashes of colour, with how fast they were traveling.
They ran red lights in an effort to meet their ends. A semi had begun to turn, barely missing the biker in blue as they passed, but Sebastian wasn't so lucky. He had a total of five options, he calculated. He could hit the side of the truck, slow down and wait until it passed, find another way around, or take the option that he did. Turning sharply, he slid along the frozen ground, barely avoiding the concrete as he continued moving forward. The man looked up toward the heavens, watching as the trailer flew right past his nose as he ducked underneath it. Once he could see the dreary, grey sky once more, he shifted his weight and flipped the bike upright before continuing as usual.
The lights on the bike cut through the fog that hung over the road slightly, making the butler's target visible. It blended in with many others, but the demon's senses were honed in on that particular trail. It was different. Very different. Inhuman.
That is what Sebastian was focused on, not the many cars who had stopped abruptly and rear-ended one another or swerved into a post to avoid the two bikers. Flakes of snow flew past the pair, a few specks landing on the small window of their helmets only to melt against the hard plasitic while the searing cold cut at the flesh through the leather of their gloves and the fabric of their pants. The leather of their jackets somehow were resilient enough to defend them from the elements.
It was becoming obvious to the biker in blue that they weren't going to be losing the man tailing them anytime soon, so they now had to get creative. They actually surprised Sebastian by moving underground; down the steps of the subway station, only to have the butler boldly follow them. People scrambled out of the way, barely making it in time as the biker in blue passed the yellow line and onto the track.
The demon followed, still. The motorcycle complained as it fell into the tunnel, but kept going, regardless. The Macken boy who had worked so hard to acquire it was bound to be upset at the possible damage by the time this was over. As the tunnel grew darker and darker, the headlight on the front of the vehicle led the way, not that either party really needed it.
Shockingly, the biker in blue outrageously veered toward the wall of the tunnel, traveling up its surface. They slowed down once they were above Sebastian, causing him to accidentally pass them. His foe then kept going until they looped around to the other side, winding up behind the butler.
"Well, well…" smirked the man clad in black as his opponent sped up once more. It would appear that the tables had turned on this chase, much to Sebastian's amusement. It wasn't often he got to play like this, anymore. However, it was dangerous to take care of things where they were.
Thus, Sebastian took things outside once again, veering toward the opposite wall, just like the other cyclist had done, only to loop around and land on the platform, avoiding bystanders to the best of his ability. Lo and behold, the biker in blue did the same, only reaching out into the crowd to grab a hostage, it seemed. The human struggled in their grip even as they made it back out on the street.
"It couldn't be…" the butler trailed off, looking over his shoulder. It would appear that Sebastian's assumption that his foe wasn't human was corrected as they hoisted the human over their head with one arm, being careful to maintain their balance on the vehicle. With that, another smile appeared on the demon's face as he reached into his coat pocket.
Silverware. The demon threw it behind him, aiming straight for the cyclist's body. Just as expected, they used their hostage as a shield on instinct, causing the explosives attached to their body to go off.
BOOM!
The hostage was no more. And so was the mystery-biker's vehicle. Pieces of metal, plastic, and rubber scattered across the street, forcing traffic to a complete stand-still. Sebastian stopped his own vehicle, twirling it around so that he could face the source of the explosion. He was looking for a body- not the body of the hostage, who was now painting the street with remnants that were burnt to a crisp. No, the butler was looking for the cyclist. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the scene, but he couldn't find the blue baddie on wheels.
That is, until they parted the smoke, literally slicing through it with their blade. Their helmet was cracked, the horns broken off and the visor shattered; their cape started to smoke as parts of it were starting to titter on burning, yet they seemed completely unharmed. No, they were definitely not human.
Without a bike, the terrorist made an attempt to flee on foot, dashing toward a nearby alleyway. Sebastian followed, removing his helmet and dashing after them. This would be over shortly, without a doubt. To his further amusement, they did not take the fire escape to make their ascent. No, they leaped off of the sides of the walls, and so Sebastian did the same, making it to the rooftops of London, where they continued their chase.
From rooftop to rooftop, the butler chased his target. He couldn't helped but be entertained. A masked figure in a cloak, leaping over London trailing fire? Why, if it wasn't a modern-day Spring-Heeled Jack!
Alas, he had to cut their venture short. Once again, the man clad in black reached into his coat, brandishing more eating utensils to hurl at his foe. The blue biker's feet planted firmly on the ground as they tore the chord from their cape, unfastening it from their body and using it to deflect the knives. It was a good try, but Sebastian was fast. He was almost right on top of the biker, forcing them to swing at him with their sword. Too slow. Too slow. Sebastian dodged, couching down and forcing the blade to pass over his head. He readied himself to attack, only to feel a stinging pain in his back.
"What?!" he uttered aloud.
"Jack" had twirled the sword by its handle and gripped it with the blade pointed downward, only to sheath it into the demon's back. The tip of the blade stuck out clear on the other side of the man's torso, dyeing it red. Jack drew the blade back, removing it completely before reaching down with their free hand, crossing it over to grab the man's neck. With a shove, they were able to force the demon away, throwing them across the rooftop to land on the other side.
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Sebastian watched the other carefully for a moment until he decided to stand up. The wound that the other created healed up almost instantly. Obviously, his opponent wasn't armed with a blessed blade. It was unfortunate for them. They would never be able to kill a demon like Sebastian with this mortal blade.
Despite this, his foe pounced again, swinging at the man with impressive speed. Light on their feet, able to strike with precision—the butler actually had some difficulty dodging, earning gashes in the fabric of his clothes and cuts in his skin. It was as though they were highly trained, aiming straight for the head and the heart although they were armed with only an ordinary sword. Every time Sebastian moved to strike back, his opponent was met with a similar arrangement, only occasionally receiving a full blow.
When they did, they struggled to keep their feet on the ground, only occasionally being sent flying. Jack was forced into the air, and sent straight toward another rooftop. They stood on their hands and knees, shaking their head as blue-tinted plastic shards feel from the screen in front of their face. Immediately, they rolled over, only to be pinned to the ground by the demon. They were able to block the knives in Sebastian's hand with their sword, but it didn't change the fact that they were in a bit of a bind.
"Well, well…" Sebastian said aloud, looking down at his foe. One of their eyes was now visible from the damage done to their helmet. Amethyst, out of focus eyes stared up at the demon with only a slight hint of awareness to them, with hair that was as white as snow peeking out around them, as well as from the edges of the helmet itself.
"An angel." The butler mused. "Ah, but there's something off about you…" Garnet eyes scanned the angel in search of whatever was causing this disturbance that he was sensing. He never let up on his grip, continuing to brutally force his knives against the angel's blade. His gaze turned to the silver amulet around "Jack's" throat.
"Ah-ha!" he declared, reaching out with his free hand in order to grab it. Before his foe could respond, his arm drew back again, tearing the hexed piece of jewelry off. As soon as he did, his opponent's eye widened before their body went temporarily limp. With that, Sebastian retracted his weapons.
"Now," he began. "While it could happen, I'm sure, I highly doubt an angel would voluntarily involve themselves in a plot that is specifically designed to kill God's children. He mused. "Judging by the fact that an enchantment was used, that assumption is correct, isn't it?"
"Get off of me…" the angel beneath him began. It was a woman's voice. A smirk appeared on the butler's face and he was about to reply, only to need to dodge as the angel quickly swung her blade, slicing his throat open before he could completely. The demon was actually taken aback by the strike and moved quickly before his opponent had the chance to do it again. As the wound sealed shut, the angel stood and practically roared at the man. "…You monster!"
The angel struck again, lunging at the man and swinging her blade with absurd speed, precision, and power. Blood stained the butler's clothes each time he failed to evade her. Each time she got a hit, she seemed to get more and more aggressive.
"You foul, loathsome, vile, deceptive beast!" she accused. Sebastian put up his silverware in order to block an attack, only to have them cleanly sliced through. A grunt escaped the man as the sword made its way buried into his chest. The angel had aimed for his heart, and he was so shocked from everything, that she actually hit it.
"…Sebastian Michaelis." The angel hissed, spitting the name out like poison. The butler honestly had no idea who on earth this person was, but they definitely knew him.
Gripping the angel's blade with one hand, slicing up his flesh in order to prevent his attacker from freeing their weapon, he struck with his other. He aimed straight for the angel's helmet, hoping to shed some more light on the situation. The helmet flew off, landing elsewhere on the hard rooftop and revealing the rest of the angel's face. It was familiar, but the butler couldn't quite place it. Big eyes, smooth skin, and curly hair that travelled down to the woman's waist—her features were familiar, but different.
"Who… are you?" the man finally asked, blood dribbling from his lips. He hacked up more of it as the angel's boot struck his abdomen and she freed her weapon from his chest. She took a few steps back, letting him lean against the wall as she swung her blade downward, relieving it of some of the demonic blood on it and forcing the concrete to be splattered crimson.
"I don't blame you for not recognizing me." The angel stated. "It must be hard for vermin like you to memorise the names and faces of those whose lives you've invaded, especially when things have changed over the years. Then again, it's also thanks to you that I finally discovered my true calling: exterminating monsters like you. It's not as cute as what I had initially intended, but I've come to discover that a woman's place is not just at a man's side. It's also on the battlefield."
As it slowly began to sink in, Sebastian's eyes widened. "No… It couldn't be…"
"It's been a long time, 'Mister' Sebastian." Spoke the angel, raising her sword again. "Almost a century and a half? Back then, when you still knew me- when I was still human, and just a little girl, I went by a name that was slightly different than the one I eventually ended up with later in life…" With that, she lunged once more, swinging her weapon straight at the man's head.
"I was Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford! And this time, you won't get away!"
A/N: Oh...
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Question: "Hate, how do you get your ideas for arcs/plots? I can only keep up a scene or two before it becomes drabble... xP" by LeCustard
They just kind of occur to me? I'm always reading about just... stuff all the time. Scientific articles, news sights, historical facts... all sorts of shit, man. Then, when I have an idea, I try to force it into the context of DLTD. Sometimes, I base stuff on earlier stuff done in DLTD. Like uh... Like this chapter, for example...
Remember the figure-8 theory...
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
