AN: Wow! Great feedback from last chapter. Thank you everyone who fav'd, followed, reviewed. I'm so excited to write this story and I hope you guys are excited to read it. This is probably the longest chapter I've written in any story I've done. Enjoy this long chapter! :3
Chapter II
Family Remains
Lotte stood outside under the shining moonlight, until the cool breeze nipped violently at her skin. She shivered, rubbing her arms through her leather jacket. Above her, large crows circled the rooftops of the manor, crying out to the moon. She clenched her teeth, feeling an ominous aura radiating off the dark manor.
Her hand lightly touched her right shoulder, feeling a strange sensation. Never in her life has she ever felt something like this. It was a burn-like, foreign, and concerning. But she brushed it off quickly, going back into the darkness of the house.
The large door shut behind her, echoing the sound of the empty walls, and trapping her in the colour of black. Her feet shuffled forward until she found her bag, and she reached inside until found the flashlight. Clicking it on, the ray of light circled the enormous foyer. A large staircase stood in front of her, adorned with a red carpet- torn and unused for decades. Tall, black pillars stood up like giants on each side of the room, holding up the roof as if it were holding up the world. The floor was marble, covered with a layer of dust. The place was beautiful, but years of neglect had left it in a state of decay. Many of the once beauties of this foyer were falling apart. Glass from the hanging chandelier above littered the floor from burnt lightbulbs. Some of the floor's marble had been cracked. And when Lotte went to investigate one of the paintings hanging on the wall, she found the paint had faded with the canvas torn.
How am I ever going to clean this entire place up? It's going to take months to just clean one room! She sighed heavily. Maybe I should start by finding some sort of proper light source and heat. It's freezing in here.
Her footsteps echoed through the labyrinth of hallways. Her flashlight fell on each broken painting of an unfamiliar human as she past. Pale light from the moon shone through the broken glass of the large windows. Torn, red curtains blew from the wind, making the place creepier. Man, I feel like I'm in some horror film. She heavily sighed again, stopping in her track. "Where the hell am I?"
Her hand gripped the flashlight and other on her gun in the holder. She should've asked old man Wilson for a map or something. At this rate, she would never find source to some sort of comfort or heat. Actually, she had a feeling she had been going in circles. Her light shone on the same painting she pasted a while back.
"For fuck sake!" she yelled at the picture of an old man wearing an eyepatch. "Do you have nothing better to do than to stare at me with those eyes…eye and get me lost?!" Then muttered, "Who do you think you are anyways?"
She shone her light back down the long hallway; narrowed her eyes, muttering, "You aren't going to win this time," and started to run.
At the end of the hallway she was relieved by two double doors. She pushed it open to a large lounge room, lit in a heavy blue glow from the moon. "Take that eye-patch man!"
The room was filled with books, and a large fireplace on the other side of the room. Two red reading chairs sat in front of them, covered with dust and stains. The fireplace was beautiful, decorated with 19th century architecture - a piece of art that could only be seen in mansions made into museums. Lotte traced the old swirls with her fingers, feeling the 3-D detail. Her light shone around, finding a few blocks of wood on the side. Not sure how long they had been there, but she placed a few in the fire, taking an old match on the top of the mantel, and setting it ablaze. She watched the yellow light appear in the room, covering it in a heavy, sunny glow. She stood up looking back to the enormous room. The windows on the other side of the room covered the entire wall, reaching twenty feet up to the painted ceiling. She shook her head in amazement. Then her eyes landed on a painting above the fireplace and she stood up, frowning. It was the same eye-patched man as before. But this time he was younger and sitting with a beautiful woman with curly blonde hair.
Lotte then gasped in realization at who the couple were. The eye-patched man who's portrait had covered the walls in the house. She had been so blind to realize it. She never knew what he looked like; he had died when she was only a few weeks old, so seeing him for the first time felt like she had come into a warm embrace, but filled with a chilling sensation. "Grandfather," she whispered at the painting.
Then the fire in the fireplace blew out with a harsh puff of cold air. She breathed hard, grabbing her gun and flashlight, and looking around the room. She didn't know who or what she was looking for, but the fire going out after saying 'Grandfather' wasn't a coincidence. Something had to do it, and it wasn't the wind.
Her eyes narrowed in the moonlit room. I'm not alone.
Her hands shook both flashlight and pistol as she made her way out of the room. She wasn't sure where she was going, but she was going to look for some sort of answer to what had happened.
Lotte's chest rose. Her heart beat so loud she could hear it. Down the hallways she walked back, passing the portraits of her deceased grandfather. What if it's his...ghost? She shook her head. "Don't be silly."
What was she even following? The presence that she slightly felt had left the room so why would she follow it? No one in the right mind would follow it! Lotte let out a breath of air, determined to follow whatever it was. If it was a demon she would kill it. If it was a robber, she would arrest him. If it was a ghost…well, she would figure something out when the time came.
She got back to the foyer in no time. Looking around the entrance, her light landed on the massive staircase. She took her time, her eye looking at another portrait of her grandfather on the wall. The way his single eye looked at her made her skin crawl.
She turned right on the staircase, going up more stairs and reaching another hallway. Then she called out with determination, "Grandfather? Are you here?"
Nothing but silence responded to her. No brush of wind nor noise of a settling house. It was all quiet. And that scared her. She moved forward though, keeping a tight grip on her pistol. What felt like gravity pulling her, she moved forward until her feet stopped in front of another pair of doors. Could I find the answer behind these doors?
And she opened them.
Inside, she had entered another room, smaller than the others, but filled with more books. A desk sat in front of a large window on the other side of the room. Her eyes watched it carefully, walking towards it and noticing the many old papers sitting on the wood. She picked one of them up, realizing it was a newspaper article from 1942, reading: Lord Ciel Phantomhive, head of the Phantomhive family and owner of the Fantom toy company, dies at age 67 after a long battle with an unknown illness. "An illness?" she commented.
A sudden noise then made her jump, and she looked up to a slightly ajar door. She placed the paper down, picked her gun up, and went to investigate. After looking both ways down the hallway, she went back inside the office, shutting the door behind her. "Okay, be calm, Lotte. It was probably just the wind. You're being paranoid now. The wind probably blew out the fire like before." She took a deep breath.
"Well, well, seems as though we have a guest," a sudden deep male voice sounded behind her.
Lotte's eyes widened at the voice, shaking in absolute fear. She turned around quickly, pointing her gun at…
…nothing.
Nothing but an empty desk and chair. Her hands lowered the pistol slowly. Great, I'm hearing voices now?
"We haven't had a guest in some time," the voice spoke again, behind her once more.
This time Lotte didn't hesitate to turn around and shoot at what she saw was a black shadow. A loud bang erupted from her pistol, passing through black smoke as it disappeared. Her eyes widened in terror, her hands shook violently. Oh gods, a ghost! "Fuck that!"
And she bolted out of the room. Her feet made quick work, running on pure adrenaline rushing through her body. Her breath came out in loud gasps of air, feeling the dark shadow chase her. She couldn't see a thing and ran through the darkness blind, coming to the stairs and jumping down the steps. She could see the entrance door now. She would go through there and get someone to return for her things later. She just couldn't stay in the manor any longer. Not as long as there is a fucking ghost!
But before she had the chance of reaching the door, the black shadow landed in front of her, making her stop in her tracks, falling backwards. She shuffled back, watching the figure move closer to her. Then she took her pistol and cried out, shoot at the smoke until it dissipated once again. She breathed out in heavy gasps, frozen on the spot.
"My, my, aren't you an agile thing. I haven't had that much fun in years," the voice echoed through the foyer.
The strange burning sensation on her right shoulder appeared once more. Lotte stood up, looking around, searching for the voice, ignoring the radiating pain. Her hairs stood on end and her teeth clenched together in frustration. "Who are you?" she called out.
The voice chuckled deeply. "Who do you think I am?"
Her eyes widened when she spotted them. Vibrate, glowing red eyes lingering in the dark shadows of the pillars. That's when she knew that she wasn't dealing with a ghost. And as if on instinct, her hands rose, pointing the pistol at the creature hiding, and pulling the trigger. The bang rang through the manor, but Lotte didn't feel the bullet make an impact. In fact, the creature was gone.
"Damn vile thing," she hissed.
But before she could move an inch, a white gloved hand grabbed her wrist. "Now that isn't very nice," he whispered in her ear, the brush of his breath sending chills down her spine.
Her eyes widened again, eyeing the unfamiliar hand on her skin. She then moved her left arm backwards, elbowing a solid form in the center of its stomach. She tried to free her arm from his grasp as if it was burning her skin, but the hold was too strong. Even after her elbow had connected with the creature, he was no letting her go. Then she tried again, jumping off the ground and moving her legs, pushing away from his body. He let go this time as she landed a few feet away from him. He stood like a statue, standing straight as if not fazed by her connecting shots. It made her sick.
But from some small moonlight shining through the round window above, she could see some physical features of him. He wore a tux: a slick, black, tail-coat suit with a white collared shirt. His hair was straight black, dark as midnight. His face was narrow with a straight, well-defined nose, mouth and, of course, his red eyes. It was like he was sculpted by angels, but had the devil's touch. Lotte couldn't believe how handsome he was, but she could tell no human could possibly look this perfect. Only a demon of high power could look this way.
"You are no ordinary demon, are you?" she spoke clearly, holding the pistol back up to him.
He chuckled. "I'm surprised a human like you would notice such detail. However, as a Phantomhive, I expected you to know."
"You know who I am then?"
"I could smell your blood the moment you stepped through the doorway. Let me introduce myself. My name is Sebastian Michaelis and I am the Phantomhive butler." He bowed with a smile.
"Butler?" she narrowed her eyes. "You know this place has been abandoned for years, right? If you're the butler, why would you let it get all dusty and dirty? Isn't a butler supposed to clean or something?"
"You are half right. However, since my master was no longer around, there was no need for me to do my regular duties." He narrowed his eyes. "I only do what I am ordered."
"Right. Well, your services are no longer needed, so I'll just kill you," she said, placing her finger on the trigger.
But then he started to chuckle more and walk towards her. Lotte stepped back. They continued this routine until Lotte backed into the wall. The pistol in her hand pressed against Sebastian's shirt as he came inches to her face and ear.
"No you won't," he whispered. "You know why? Because I can help you."
Lotte swallowed the lump in her throat. "Help me?" her voice shook. "And how could a demon help me? You are nothing but a disgusting creature."
"Awe, I am more than just a disgusting creature, my Lady. You can use me at your disposal." He pulled away, breathing on her face. "Use me."
"And why would I do that?"
He stepped back and bowed again. Lotte raised an eyebrow at his strange actions. "Because I am the Phantomhive butler," he glanced up from his bow, "and it is my duty to serve every Phantomhive family member without hesitation."
She eyed him carefully. Her heart leaped out of her chest admiring his beautiful features, feeling her cheek heat up. Her head shook and she aimed the pistol straight again. "No thanks."
And shot it.
Lotte wasn't surprised when the demon caught the bullet with his fingers. She knew it would happen. Luckily for her, the demon hissed seconds later, dropping the golden coloured metal on the ground. The piece echoed off the marble floor with a ding. Lotte watched the demon smile. "I see. Iron. You are not ordinary human. Interesting."
"Tell me what kind of demon you are," she demanded.
"I am one that makes contracts," he answered.
Lotte froze. Now she understood why he was here. Why he told her all those things. "Go to Hell! I am never making a contract with you!"
"My lady, if you had been the one to summon me, you would know. I am only here to serve you, nothing more. You not need a contract with me."
She remembers reading about these types of demons. Although they were not at the top of the hierarchy, they were extremely powerful. Lotte never really believed in them because they were so rare, until she realized they had to be summoned. She knew she wouldn't be able to kill off this creature without more researched. They were no low life demons looking for possession, they were darkness itself.
"Nice try, but I know your game. You're going to persuade me then eat my soul. Am I right?"
"You're right about one thing, your soul sounds delicious and I would love nothing more to eat it, but I will not devour it until your life has ended. I am here to serve the Phantomhive family until the very end. I give you my word." Lotte remained silent, watching the demon stand up once again. He gave her a sincere smile. "My Lady, if I were to kill you, I would've done it by now. You should know this already, being a hunter and all."
"Fine, I will use you. But you knowing who I am should know, if you break your word, I will do anything to kill you," she spoke with animosity. "And if that means ending my own life by taking you back to Hell my-self, I'll do it."
"Of course, my Lady."
She placed her pistol back into its holder, watching the demon closely. "So, Sebastian was it? How about a drink?"
xXx
She poured herself a drink from the collection of scotch Sebastian showed her hidden behind a few books. She swirled the liquid in the glass, turning to the demon that tended to the bright fire. A demon butler? How did my family get into this mess? "Ridiculous," she muttered, taking a shot of the caramel coloured liquid. It burned her throat, but made her feel a lot better about the insane day she had.
"Did you say something, Mistress?" Sebastian asked, already standing up and facing her.
She eyed the dark creature with pursed lips, only to turn back around and fill her glass up again. "No."
"I could've poured the glass for you, my Lady."
She gave him a fake smile. "I'm good. I like pouring my own booze."
"Very well. Is there anything else you wish for?"
She bit her lip, wanting to ask. There are many things I wish for that you probably can't give me. "How about finding my father's killer?" she muttered under her breath.
"Pardon?"
She knew he heard her, but she shook her head anyways. "Never mind, I don't need anything else."
She was tired and wanted nothing more to sleep. But with a demon in the house, Lotte knew it would be nearly impossible.
She sat down in the red, reading chair. Both she and Sebastian watched each other intently. It was rather awkward for Lotte, but he didn't even look phased. Damn demons having no emotions. It's not fair. It was like they were waiting for one of them to strike. Lotte didn't trust the demon, but she was pretty sure he felt the same. Still, what Sebastian had told her about him being 'the family butler' and all, she didn't have a choice. She was stuck with him for the night.
She drowned back the glass of scotch and looked at him again.
This is going to be one long night.
xXx
Lotte was at the young age of ten when her mother was killed. She watched through the cracks of the closet door in the small Brooklyn apartment they shared.
Streams of tears ran down from her vibrant blue eyes as the male creature before her, eyes as yellow as the sun, devoured her mother. His teeth drenched in her own blood, snarling like a rabid animal. Lotte had to cover her mouth to stop the oncoming vomit.
She froze when the human-like creature stopped and sniffed the air. Her body shook, watching it get off the deformed corpse and searched the small apartment building for the child. She recognized the creature. It was her kind neighbour Mr. Keller. His wife had always baked her cookies, and he would give her a quarter for candy whenever she helped him out. Then how? Was he hiding him-self this whole time?
Her eyes narrowed on her mother, feeling the rage move through her veins. With tears still falling down, Lotte balled her hands into a fist, and burst through the door.
The monster was alerted as she ran past her mother and into the small kitchen. She grabbed the knife that her mother had been using to make lunch earlier, and turned in time to shove the object into the creature's stomach.
Yellow eyes widen as a shriek emanated from the mouth. Blood ran down its chin, although who's blood Lotte wasn't sure. Still, she kept stabbed the creature out of fear and rage. Until the monster stepped back with the knife still embedded, and pulled it out with no effort.
He smiled, showing sharp, yellow teeth. "You'll have to better than that, girl."
Lotte backed up as the monster came closer to her. Then she grabbed another knife from the knife holder, and placed it front of her in defence.
"You think that'll work on me again? I'm a demon, girl. As long as I remain in this body, I will not die." The creature laughed. "Did you know this man? Guess what, he's gone. Dead. As so is his little wife."
Lotte cried out in rage again, throwing the knife towards the unknown creature. She only blinked once until the knife ran into the chest of the monster. He screamed out in agony, trying to grab the knife from the chest. "Get it out!" he cried. "It burns! Iron! It burns!"
Lotte watched as the creature fell to the floor, chest burning and spreading throughout the body. Then a black orb shot out of the body, evaporating in mid-air.
Lotte then collapsed, letting the darkness overcome her.
xXx
Lotte shot up from the covers of the bed, groaning from the headache that pounded against her skull. Her hand reached up, rubbing her temples, and trying to forget about the terrible memory that came forward as a nightmare in her mind. "Shit," she cursed, counting back to the last time she was haunted by the same nightmare. Four-hundred and fifty eight days.
She then froze, noticing the room she was in. It was a large, very clean, bedroom; larger than her apartment. A small fireplace was lit on the other side of the room, cracking every few seconds, and the bed she was in was queen size with purple canopy curtains. It was the most comfortable bed she had ever laid in, and if she wasn't concerned for the fact she didn't remember how she got there, she would've fallen back onto the pillow and slept more. How did I get here? Wait, the demon…where is he? She listened for any noise, but could only hear the rain pattering against the windows. Maybe I dreamed it? She shook her head. "No, that can't be possible."
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts, and it opened with a tall man with perfect features, pushing a white cart with delicious, smelling food and a steaming tea kettle. Lotte eyed him as he placed the cart beside the bed and bowed to her.
"Good morning, Mistress, I hope you slept well," he greeted.
Her eyes followed his movements as he went to open the curtains. "Damn and I thought you were just a dream."
"I assure you, my Lady. I am very real," he stated, opening the curtains.
Lotte shield the brightness from her eyes, groaning.
"Is there anything the matter, my Lady? Are you feeling alright?"
She buried back under the covers, muttering a no.
He heard a deep chuckle. "I expected you would be hungover after last night. You drank your weight in scotch. I had to carry you to bed or you would be forced to sleep on that uncomfortable chair."
He carried me to bed? How nice of him… Lotte's eyes shot open to his last words. Wait…carried? She pulled back the blankets, ignoring her pounding head, and finally realizing that she was currently wearing a long, white nightgown. "What the hell am I wearing?"
"I wasn't going to let you sleep in those uncomfortable looking clothes now was I?"
She got up, wobbling at first, and walking to him with anger steaming off her eyes. "Are you telling me you undressed me, and placed me in this nightgown?"
"Of course."
A loud sound of a slap bounced off the walls.
And Lotte then screamed out with a massive curse, holding her right hand. "HOLY MOTHER OF-" she crouched down. "God dammit! What the fuck is your body made of? Steel?"
"You're hurt, I see."
"Of course I'm hurt you son of a gun! This is all your goddamn fault!" she snapped.
"I failed to see that since you are the one who slapped me," he replied in a calm manner.
"You saw me naked, you ass!" she stood up and faced him. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I only did my job as your butler. If you are worried that I saw you naked, don't concern yourself. It was nothing special."
Lotte's mouth hung open as he walked to the cart. "What the hell does that mean? You don't think my body is attractive?"
He sighed. "I don't understand why you are getting worked up about this, Mistress. Demons, including myself, are not phased or interested in such matters."
She blinked, watching him pour hot water into a cup. "What do you mean? Are you saying you don't feel anything?" she asked, her voice more controlled.
"I thought you, a hunter, would know that."
She looked out the window. "I…I thought you would be different."
"I am a demon, my Lady, we don't carry human emotions. To us, they are nothing more than a trivial illusion." He handed her a cup.
She took it in her left hand, raising an eyebrow at him. "So…you aren't even interested in…sex?" Wow, that just came out. What the hell is wrong with you, Lotte?
With his back turned to her, she heard him, "I never said I wasn't interested in sexual interaction, my Mistress."
A blush appeared brightly on her face, and she sniffed whatever was in the mug, immediately coughing at the scent.
"Is it too hot, my Mistress?" Sebastian asked, with a hint of worry in his tone.
"No, I just don't drink tea."
"Oh, I was unaware you didn't like it. I shall remember that for next time." He took the mug from her. "Is there anything you would rather have?"
"Coffee," she answered quickly.
"Then I shall get that for you immediately.
"No, no," she spoke out, stopping him. "I'll get my own. I just need to find my..." she looked around the room. "…where are my clothes?"
"I am currently cleaning them since they had an awful stench of old blood and a hint of sweaty passenger from a plane."
Her eye twitched and she took a deep breath to calm herself. "Fair enough, then what about my other clothes? The ones I had in my suitcase?"
"I am also washing them, my Lady."
"Then what am I supposed to wear?" she snapped.
"My, my, you sound so much like my old master. I have set some clothes out for you over there," he smiled.
She wandered over to the chair, eyeing the blue frilly dress. She gaged mentally. "Are there any other clothes?"
"Is there something in particular you would like?"
"Something from this century would be great," Lotte answered.
Before she could even blink Sebastian had gone and come back with black overalls and a white t-shirt in hand. "Will this suffice? It was in one of the old bedrooms."
"Yeah, thanks," she said carefully, taking the clothes from the demon.
She waited.
And waited.
And waited some more, but he just stood there.
"Do you need something?" she asked.
"Will you need assistance changing, Mistress?"
The blush returned on her face, and she shook her head. "No, I'm good."
"Then I shall wait outside, Mistress," he bowed and began for the door.
"Great," she muttered, before calling, "Oh and you can drop the 'Mistress'. It sounds like I'm some kind of sex symbol or something."
"Very well, my Lady."
"And that too. It's not the 1800s anymore."
He paused at the door. "Then what shall I call you?"
"Lotte. Call me Lotte."
xXx
Lotte appeared from the bedroom a few minutes later, dressed in long black overalls and her hair tied in a bun. From the all cleaning she was planning to do, she would need it. She turned down the hallway to stop for a second and stare. She couldn't believe her eyes. Last night, she swore most, if not all, of the manor was covered with dust and spider webs, but now it was clean. Bright lights ignited the hallway showing the vibrant colour of the red carpet. On the walls, pictures hung like they had been painted yesterday. It was beautiful.
And then, there was the demon, who stood waiting for her.
She looked at him as he bowed. For a moment, she didn't know what to say to him, but then spoke a small "thank you" and passed him.
The rest of the manor had been transformed. When Lotte entered the foyer, the entire place sparkled.
"Shall I show you to the dinner hall for breakfast?" Sebastian asked, appearing beside her.
She couldn't keep her eyes off the beauty of this place. Shaking her head, she faced him. "Did you…clean this entire place?"
"Of course," he bowed. "It is my duty to make sure my new Mistress is in a comfortable environment."
She raised an eyebrow at him when he used the word 'Mistress'.
"Ah right, my apologies, Lotte."
"It's fine." She looked back over to the sparkling foyer. "I still can't believe you did this. You really cleaned the whole manor?"
"All night long."
"You demons seize to amaze me. I never knew your kind liked to clean," she chuckled, walking down the stairs. "Now, where's the kitchen?"
"I'll prepare your breakfast. You may wait in the dining room, if you wish."
She didn't look around. "No thanks. I can make my own food."
"Of course, come with me."
She followed him down a flight of stairs and into a basement kitchen. This is just getting better and better! "This is incredible!"
"You think so?" He answered, handing her some frozen peas from the freezer.
"Reminds me of my old apartment, honestly, - old and wooden. I like it," she said, looking at the frozen bag in the demon's hand.
"You might need it."
She took it from him and placed it on her right hand, hissing from the cold touch. "I think I just sprained a few fingers," looking at the red swelling on her four fingers. "It should heal in a few day."
With the frozen bag, she took of the can of coffee beans that had been placed in front of her by Sebastian, and put them in a filter.
"I had to make sure the manor was stocked with food, so I called a supplier last night and he graciously delivered," he said. "Let me know if you need anything else."
"Nah, I'm good." She was happy that there was coffee.
There was a moment of silence between the two. Then Sebastian spoke, making Lotte jump a tad.
"I'm surprised Phantomhive would even come down here."
Lotte turned to him and sat upon the counter. "Oh?" she asked, feeling nervous. I'm guessing he doesn't get a lot of guests.
"Your grandfather disliked places such as this in the manor. He rarely came down here."
"Well, rest assured I'm nothing like my grandfather."
He smiled. "Are you sure about that? You do have some traits of his. For example, you get angry the same way he does, and your eyes…" Lotte froze when he touched her cheek suddenly. "...ocean blue like his."
She blinked when he stepped away. They remained silent for a moment as she poured her coffee into a mug and sipped it.
"You also take your coffee the same as him: black."
She turned back around and leaned against the counter. "So he made the contract with you."
It wasn't a question, but a statement. Sebastian only smiled, letting Lotte know she was right with her observation.
"You seemed to have known my grandfather well."
"Yes, he was a fine master. I was with him for many, many years."
"That eye patch he wears in the paintings…that's where it was hidden, wasn't it? I heard you demons use a unique mark for contracts, placed somewhere on the human's body. The more visible it is, the more powerful the contract will be."
"You're a smart one. Yes, our bond was strong and so was the contract." He narrowed his eyes away from her, showing a stern expression.
Lotte watched him intently, waiting for him to continue. Could he be sad about my grandfather's death? No, that's impossible. He already told me his kind doesn't have emotions. So why does he carry this sad expression. "You're lucky," she spoke, grabbing his attention, "you got to know him better than anyone. I was only a few weeks old when he past, so I barely knew him. Actually, I didn't know him at all. I'm surprised he would leave me all of this. The only thing I knew was that he was a very quiet and private man, and we shared the same birthday. At least, that's what my mother told me.
"She never really liked to talk about this side of the family. I think she was scared, and I can see why. When a family is associated with demons, it can turn everything around. It makes sense to me now why my mother said that my grandfather was a private man. She didn't know." What am I doing? Am I really having such a forward conversation with a demon?
"Where is your mother?" he asked.
Lotte frowned and looked at the black liquid in her cup. "She…died when I was ten."
"My condolences."
She shrugged and grinned. "It was fifteen years ago. I moved on. But it gave me the inspiration to…hunt demons."
"Ah, I see. Your mother was killed by one."
Lotte glared at the floor; painting a stone, cold expression on her face. "I shouldn't be talking to you about this."
"I understand. You being a hunter and all, and myself not being of this world, we sometimes speak of these matters as a way to vent. That is what my late master often did at times of high stress."
She spoke in a calm tone. "Listen, I get you were close to my grandfather, but I'm not him. I kill demons for a living. Whether you like it or not, I will never trust you. Not ever."
"I don't expect anything else." He smirked. "Besides, I am only here to serve your every need..."
She watched him bow, staring into her soul, and continue speaking.
"...until the very end."
The sky rumbled above. Light flashed through the small windows.
She stood their staring at a creature with her wondering eyes.
A power so dark she had only read in books.
The unimaginable.
The impossible.
A demon of death.
And they meet! Hope this chapter was alright. Some questions have risen I assume. They shall be answered soon. c;
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