Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler or its characters

Post date: 12/2/2018

Editing 08/22/2019

Editing: 08/16/2020

A/N: I'm sry this chapter is so short. But it had already been forever, so I went ahead and posted this chapter, Updates are generally on my profile so feel free to check it out.

Chapter 16

Arriving at Undertakers shop, I walked through the door sighing. I still haven't settled things with him yet. Yet here I am as if there's nothing wrong. Undertaker's shop was as creepy as always though he was no were to be seen.

"Undertaker," I said, looking around the shop for him. Where the hell is he? As if on cue Undertaker came out from the back and looked at me startled.

"Mafdet?" Undertaker's voice had none of its usual cheer.

"Is it okay if I hang around here for a while?" I looked off to the side, not wanting to look at him directly. Why did it get so strained between us?

"Of course you can, my dear. You are always welcome here." I heard Undertaker step up to me. He put his hand on my chin and turned my face to look at him. Smiling somewhat, Undertaker kissed me gently on the lips.

I wanted so badly to push him away, but I was done being angry at him. Kissing Undertaker back, I wrapped my arms around his neck before pulling away to rest my forehead on his, my eyes closed.

"I'm not mad anymore," I whispered.

"I'm glad." Undertaker kissed me again, pulling me tight against him. His abrupt stop had me confused for about a second before his hand moved to my stomach. "I see." Undertaker moved away from me before turning around. "I'll get the room ready for you while you settle in."

"Okay." Was all I said as he walked away from me, My hands protectively went to my stomach. What could I expect from Undertaker? He loved me, and here I was, pregnant with Sebastian's child. I still love Undertaker in my own way, I would do just about anything for him, but Sebastian was different. Not only that, but I made a promise to Sebastian. At the end of the day, though, Undertaker will always be the owner of my soal.

"Adrian, I'll make some tea, then we should talk about all this," I shouted to him down the hall that leads to the bedroom. Walking over the kitchen, I got out Undertakers kettle from the cupboard, filling it with water I put it on the stove to warm. I'd been in this kitchen so much since I got here that I knew where everything was.

"Seeing you standing there, making tea in that dress is a sight to see." Undertakers' voice sounded amused as he came to stand beside me.

"I would think me in a dress and corset would be the amusing part." Pouring the now hot water into two cups for us, I handed one to Undertaker.

"Well, there is that." Undertaker sat down at the table, smirking. I followed him, sitting across from him.

"How can you tell?" I asked calmly, taking a sip of my tea.

"I only know right away because it's you. Your waist is larger for starters, and of course, there's the fact that I can sense demon energy that isn't like what I felt from you last time you were here." Undertaker took a sip of his own tea before putting the cup down, cupping it. Giving him a playful look, I responded to his explanation.

"Why, Adrian, did you just call me fat?" Laughing at my mock hurt, Undertaker moved his hair back out of his face.

"I do believe I did, my dear." Undertaker gestured at me then. "Well, I do believe I will allow you to start."

"Okay," I took a deep breath. "To start, I signed away my titles in the demon realm and agreed to help Sebastian with my abilities as a witch to keep you both." I took a sip of my tea as Undertaker stared me down. "On top of that, since he seemed to want it so bad, I did agree to give him a child. It strengthens his claim to my titles, and it seemed interesting enough." Putting my cup down, I looked at Undertaker with a sadistic smile. "That and the ability to learn more about demons and experiment was a plus."

Undertaker seemed almost amused about that last part. He knows I like to experiment. Whether that be seeing how long my body can last without food and water or finding out how much pain I can take or someone else. Undertaker had always liked that part of me.

"Of course, you had no idea that was going to happen. Though you did try and get at Sebastian through me." Undertaker went to say something to interrupt me, but I put my hand up, cutting him off. "No need Undertaker. I understand that you didn't mean to hurt me, though you did take that risk. You were protecting what you view as yours. You should know better than anyone, however, that I belong to no one."

Leaning forward to put my elbows on the table, I huffed. "When you saw me on that roof, I was dealing with a client with the same name and family crest as me. Come to find out that I was born in this realm to be Sebastian's mate, I was promised to him. He helped my family, who were witches hiding in plain sight among royal blood. Then helped my original birth mother summon and control a demon of royal blood to conceive me. I was fully aware of what and who I was. I had even grown up around Sebastian. But I had given my heart to another. Long story short, I ran away from everything when my chosen was hurt by Sebastian when he tried to take me back."

Undertaker remained silent, listening to me talk. His face remained blank through it all. As if he couldn't quite prosses what I was saying. At the mention of me running away in my past life, his eyes went wide. While in my new life, I have never run away from anything; it was a different time and place. I was born into a world where women weren't allowed to have an original thought in my first life. While amongst Witches Woman were equal if not above men depending on what it was, they still needed to keep face, as they were hiding in plain sight. Living in two thousand eighteen America made it hard to comprehend that at one point, I didn't have the voice I do now. Even living here in the eighteen hundreds, it makes it hard to be me.

"Do you know who this lover was?" Undertaker invaded my thoughts, his face going back to its blank facade.

"After I vanished, He couldn't live without me." I smiled, sweetly at Undertaker. The thought that that man couldn't live with his broken heart because of my actions made me oddly sad. It pulled at my heart and squeezed it. "Its how William T. Spears became a reaper." Undertaker looked at me, shocked standing up from his chair, making it move back with a harsh scraping noise that made my ears ring.

"That fuddy-duddy was your lover!" Undertaker shouted, waving his arms around like the moron he was being. "I knew that Will came to be a reaper sometime in the twelve hundreds, but I would never have guessed that he was a witch's lover." Getting up to make us both more tea, I interrupted the rant I knew was coming. Undertaker didn't get along with William that well from what I knew of his time as an active reaper.

"He was a witch, actually." Undertaker was stunned into silence. "And before you ask, he wasn't concentrated with our ancestors because he stole the bride of a demon, and Marduk's only child from the world. According to Lord Bourban, that is." Righting his chair and Setting back down, Undertaker tapped his nails on the surface of the table.

"I suppose the higher-ups jumped at the chance to have a witch be a reaper." Tsking at his response, I finished up our tea setting the cups down on the table.

"Wouldn't anyone jump at that? The human mind and societal morals only temper the abilities of magic." Giggling Undertaker smirked at me.

"Id have to agree with that statement."

"That's because of your vicious little dolls." Undertaker smiled at that statement; his smile was one that might actually scare me if I were an average person.

OoO

Over the next several days, ' Undertaker took care of me more than I thought imaginable. I didn't know having a baby entailed being sick to tears and crying over everything and nothing. Undertaker said it was normal, but I wasn't so sure. It also made me crave sexual touch so much that all I would need to do is rub my legs together to reach completion.

Undertaker found it amusing the first time he walked in on that. I had since caved and allowed Undertaker to help me out with that. Which is what he was currently doing.

"Un...der...taker..." I heaved as Undertaker worked his tongue against my bundle of nerves. My fingers of one of my hands were laced through his hair while I bit down on my other, trying to keep myself as quiet as possible. I wouldn't allow Undertaker to penetrate me in any way, but this was enough for now for my hormone-filled libido.

"if you keep looking at me with such a face, I won't be able to stop myself." Undertaker gave one long lick after saying that. The smirk on his face was frustrating, but him pulling away just as I was about to finish was worse.

"Undertaker... Don't stop." I wined, spreading my legs for him as wide as I could on my own. Undertaker smirked smugly as he reached for me, I wasn't sure what he was doing, and my blissed-out brain didn't even comprehend that I was being turned over till I was mid-rotation. The squeak of protest caused Undertaker to chuckle behind me.

"You said I couldn't slide any of my appendages inside you, but you never said I couldn't rub my cock against you." I wasn't given time to reply before Undertaker squeezed my thighs around his manhood, tucked snuggly against my womanhood. "We'll be going over the edge together today, my little bird."

This is going to be one hell of a visit.

OoO

One hell of a visit it was, I was bent over with my face in a bucket dry heaving as the two officers, and Inspector Abberline frantically apologizes to me for bringing the bodies they had with them through the front of the shop and not the back.

"I beg your forgiveness, madam!" Abberline panicked as he yelled at the officers to take the bodies around back. To be fair, Undertaker has never cared about what door they came in, and they're typically isn't a woman greeting them in this shop.

"Oh don't worry about that, It's not the bodies that made the little bird toss her cookies." Undertaker giggled. I swear this man will be the death of me. Being pregnant didn't help matters.

"I'm fine, Inspector Abberline." I turned away from them so I could rinse out my mouth, 'rinsing one's mouth and then spitting out the water was unladylike after all.' Rolling my eyes, I sighed because that part was said in my head in a perfect Sebastian voice. Which was in a way odd. In my world, Sebastian is voiced by J Michael Tatum for the English anime. (watch?v=C0UyT5y6DHQ The voice actor) It was strange to think of Sebastian as a Tall Gay Male with glasses that also voiced several other characters like Kakuriyo -Bed & Breakfast for Spirits- Tannosuke, My Hero Academia-Tenya Iida, Rei Ryugazaki from Free! And even Tomoe from Kamisama Kiss, hell five different characters in DragonBall Z Kai as well as about two hundred and thirty-some odd other characters. Knowing that makes me at times picture Sebastian as them, It always made me chuckle.

"Oh well, then is she alright?" Inspector Abberline asked. As Undertaker helped the officers move the bodies to the back room.

"Inspector, I'm just pregnant, calm down." I turned to face him as I waved off his worry. Honestly, men are idiots.

"PREGNANT!" And here we go. "Madam, what on earth are you doing in this place in your condition! Arent, you from the Phantomhive manor? You should go home and rest!" Of course, he's freaking out. God forbid a woman to do anything other than clean and look pretty.

"Abberline, Yes, I'm Sebastian's assistant, but I'm fine. These bodies I take it to belong to Georg Von Siemens, Patrick Phelps, and Karl Woodley?" Straightening my dress out, I walked over to Abberline, trying to keep the annoyance off my face. Truth be told, one day, the expressions on my face will get me in trouble I know it.

"How on earth did you know that?" Abberline was instantly distracted from my condition now, thank god.

"Why Charles Grey was here already here," I lied, smiling at the idiot Inspector.

"Oh, good then." Undertaker came back into the room at that moment, so I walked into the back room where the bodies were. I wasn't about to deal with the inspector any longer then I needed to. Besides, these three bodies would be suitable for Undertakers doll experiments. It wouldn't be long before Undertaker would be boarding the Campania.

"So deep in thought, are we?" Undertaker came up from behind me, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Adrian, must you?"

"Of course, little bird." Honestly, He's been all lovey-dovey for days.

"Adrian, do you want to use them for your dolls? I think they will be good for it."

"That they would, my little bird."

"Well, then shall we prep them?" I smiled at him as I summoned my death Scythe. Undertaker was positively giddy about it. He always did like seeing me wield this thing, something about it always made him handsy. Though If he tried to be so now outside of my urges, I'd probably break his hand.