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Never expected to continue this because of the very dark themes that came with the first chapter but…since the first review for the story gave me more ideas, I should continue this thought. Might as well warn everyone, this chapter (and the rest of the story) contain very dark themes and aren't for the faint of heart. I most likely won't be making this story higher rated because the only continual theme is the dark- almost mimicking Ciel's revenge and behavior in Black Butler II. This chapter is the only exception by having added themes. Again, I'll warn you- most of this chapter isn't for the faint of heart.
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In life there are meant to be marked with many symbolic passings.
Learning how to ride a bike, walking to school or the store by yourself for the first time, getting your first earned dollar, having your first period… finding out your rapist impregnated you…
She winced at her thoughts as she continued to stare blankly toward the edge of the school yard. Her pale skin was starting to feel her skin freeze: she could barely move her fingers from the swing's chain links.
'Not long now…' She thought and continued to get lost in her thoughts.
School, the seven hours of what others called hell, were her only sanctuary from her private hell. She thought of running away to escape, but the few times she had run away they always found her. The abuse would worsen: she'd be locked away for days, sometimes tied to the object she was violated on, until being allowed to return to school. She had no friends. She'd make her appearance that made her abusers look like saints for adopting their orphaned niece- supposedly saving her life and getting her clean of drugs. She'd sit every Sunday with them in the pew: playing the part expected of her: Modest and polite- mute- niece.
Her rebellion started with symbols, she had looked up ancient protection symbols and would work at the school library after classes to earn enough money to buy jewelry with those symbols. She had one of the many symbols tattooed on her lower abdomen. She got beat bloody for that, but her uncle didn't dare touch her with the "pagan" symbol mark over her womb and above her womanhood. But her aunt and grandmother did dare and the women were far crueler than the man ever was. The pastor of the church would grow silent and worrisome. What he suggested only made the beatings go worse. The so called "Holy man" had seen the beatings while doing the job her grandmother asked him to do.
Next came symbols that were supposed to bring strength and smite enemies. She never took the jewelry off despite the doubts of the symbols' power. It was to ward off her abusers. She had already been beaten bloody and people were whispering. She'd wear clothes that showed the abuse- always kept semi revealing clothes in her locker at school, in her backpack, and in an abandoned house on the outskirts of town. But then it got worse. The symbols didn't keep the last rape away. Normally when she was raped a condom was used, but that time she couldn't recall him using one.
Now, a few weeks later she came to school horrible sick and left almost instantly after she started to feel better. After school was over with she'd work at the library. Today, though, she was horribly sick and managed to stay well enough to buy a test at the local pharmacy that would calm her worst nightmare.
It hadn't…
She had sat in the bathroom stall, this time in shock and sick from disgust as memories plagued her.
She still worked in the library for a short time before sitting in the bitter cold. Avoiding the school's front doors with everything she had.
She could help but inwardly chuckle bitterly at how ironic her life was.
'Death with the worst pain…drowning or burning to death would hurt worse, but freezing to death takes longer and the pain builds.' She vaguely heard someone walking in the snow but kept staring blankly off into the distance.
She heard his dark chuckle before hearing his voice of smooth sin.
"Do you desire death so badly?"
She gapped as the words sunk in. 'No, I don't want to die…' She wanted to say but her voice box wouldn't work. It was badly damaged from the drugs her abusers shoved down her throat to silence her.
"Don't you wish for revenge before breathing that last breath?"
She looked up at him, gazed into his single visible eye with wonder and hope.
'I want them to feel my pain tenfold…' She thought of all the acts of abuse she had to suffer after her parents' death- Something deep inside her swelled in glee at the sadistic thoughts as she envisioned the sweet justice that would sweep over them.
"I can help you get revenge." He pulled his gloves off. The sight of his black nails gave her an odd sense of comfort. "To make them suffer far worse than how you suffered. The price is worth it."
She glanced back at his eye and saw it flash red briefly, so briefly she doubted her own eyes. But his voice sounded so sure in his promise. Just as her mind snapped the faint throb in her throat cleared. "Demon…" She breathed and felt a sense of fascination over whelm her instead of fear. Half of her fascination was from hearing her own voice; the other was from his display of power. 'They exist…The beings that these symbols call on exist…'
His appearance was so perfect he couldn't have been human. "Though I must warn you, should you accept my offer the gates of heaven will be forever closed to you."
She looked away for a moment, back to the emptiness she was staring at before. Memories overwhelmed her of all of those she met who claimed entrance to paradise. People filled with so much venom and hate that a poisonous snake was more merciful. "Heaven is where they believe they will go upon death." She stood slowly with one single lingering thought. 'Eternity with them and my abusers would be a fate too cruel…' "I'd gladly sell my soul to make earth their hell. Give me as much power as you wish."
He composed himself in a gentlemanly manner, despite the glimmer of sadistic glee in his eye as he offered her his hand. "Shall we then, my lady?"
Something in her snapped, as if her whole awareness knew now that her darkness didn't have to hide. She smiled at him before accepting the hand that was offered. White hot pain shot up her arm and settled on her chest. Had she not been so used to pain, she would have screamed. But she savored the pain as the mark carved itself shy of her beating, black, heart.
"Let's," She agreed without pausing to feel the mark that still burned faintly on her skin. When they moved toward the waiting car she did pause to look out in the direction she almost died looking in. "Though before we leave," Her icy blue gaze settled on a car on the street by the school's entrance. "Send whatever plague toward my uncle that seems fit. Perhaps a few delusions and night terrors are in order." 'Or even the removal of some parts…' She added mentally with wicked glee.
He bowed and gestured toward a black mustang parked on a side street. "As you wish. Please wait in the warm car while I fulfill your wish."
At his words the car started, she nodded and took a few steps toward it. She paused and looked back, "Do me a favor, don't be gentle with him."
She saw the glint of his pearl white teeth, even the quick lick he gave his fangs to wet them. The action was meant to be menacing or even a visual admittance of pleasure, but it only fed her own sadistic thoughts. "As you wish, my lady."
At those words he disappeared. She continued to walk toward the car. After taking seven steps a scream of bloody murder echoed through the normally calm, quiet, religious town.
Her lips curled into an elegant smile with undertones of sadistic glee as a Spanish proverb came to mind. 'If I die, I forgive you, if I recover, we shall see.'
Once she slid into the warming car she hummed in delight. She hummed one of her favorite songs. Her dark smile of twisted glee grew as started to sing it for the first time.
"Thank you, king sirs. You've made me what I am today… A bundle of broken nerves, a mouthful of words I'm still afraid to say. I don't mind telling you, now that that I'm old enough to love. I couldn't begin to even if my pretty life depended on it…and funny thing, it does." Her eyes shimmered in delight at the faint shadow of her abuser twisting in agony. A hand absentmindedly rested on her abdomen.
"If I am Lolita then you are a criminal. And you should be killed by an army of little girls."
When he slid into the driver's seat she turned her attention away from warming up to him. She observed him in the fading light.
"What?" He questioned.
"What do they call you by?" She asked bluntly.
He blinked, glancing at her before pulling onto the street. He knew the power that lied behind a name and hesitated to release it, but he didn't see the need to withdraw from being honest to a girl who never had honesty in her life. "Ciel,"
"Can I ask you something?" She asked.
"Of course,"
"Is it shameful to ask you to never lie to me? To be honest to the furthest extent you can be?" Her icy blue eyes gazed out the window as she spoke.
"If it is your honest wish for me to be such then it isn't." Ciel looked at the person who was between a girl and a woman.
"Then can I make another request of you, Demon Ciel?" She asked and looked at him.
He nodded.
"Raise this child after you take my soul. Sculpt it however you wish." She asked.
Ciel sat silent as the thought sunk in. 'A demon raising an infant human…Sebastian raised me from eight onward. If her mind, heart and soul are reflected in the child…'
"Very well, Darcy, it shall be done." He promised.
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The small mansion Ciel drove to was carefully tucked away in the shelter of trees and hills. It wasn't overly elegant but its elegance spoke of its history.
He acted as a gentleman as he guided Darcy inside. Sebastian was waiting inside and at seeing their guest he went to go start tea.
He sat Darcy down on the couch then wrapped her up in the blanket that was folded over the back of it.
The young woman barely noticed the warmth that came from the fireplace and blanket.
When Sebastian brought tea Ciel sat down across from the human. When the demon saw the soul of the newly contracted human his brow raised in amusement, as if to say 'Really, master?' he smirked but stayed silent as he poured the tea.
"Miss," He offered the cup to her and she accepted with a smile. Rather than be disgusted by the action he was amused at how dark his young master's contract was.
The elder demon saw the ugly bruises and scars on her. His inhuman eyes also saw blood smears on her skin. "Shall I draw a bath for you?"
She looked between the two demons before nodding. "Yes, thank you." She looked at Ciel, "I don't just want revenge on them: I want them to be destroyed in every possible way."
Ciel sipped his tea before setting it on the coffee table. "Consider it done." He stated then looked at Sebastian. "Call the sheriff after Miss Darcy is comfortable."
Sebastian bowed, inwardly smirking at the plan his young master was weaving. "Of course," He turned to head back upstairs.
Darcy smirked before taking another sip. "By the way, what punishment did you deem fit for uncle dearest?" Ice blue looked up in time to see scarlet red fade to blue.
"A few delusions that I do believe will grant your first wish of no mercy." Ciel smirked as he saw the darkness in her soul. The soul smelled pure despite the dark shadows and sadistic desires. At hearing what he did she fell into a relaxed state with a sickening smile.
"Good," She stated while looking at her reflection in the tea cup. "Be aware that bystanders are also on the list."
Ciel's lip curled into a crueler smirk. "You wish to have revenge on a whole town?"
"The dead cannot testify for their lips are forced into secrecy by those who buried him." She sipped the tea again before setting the cup on the coffee table. "My voice was taken," Her pale hand felt her neck before her gaze locked on the demon. "My will, my innocence…They claim to be holy, claim to fight demons and evil." She smirked, "If only they turned their gaze within."
Ciel nodded in agreement before picking up his cup. "Humanity has changed to be quite cruel. What is your plan?"
"Unravel the truth in the harshest way possible." She instructed. "My uncle's fate has started, so let's continue the pig's torment. He and aunty dearest drugged me, taking far more than just my voice from me." She gave him a knowing look.
Ciel smirked as he sipped his tea. 'Yes, I was the one who gave you back your voice and removed your dependency on drugs.' He admitted mentally.
"One would be surprised what monstrosities others believe a mute girl will take to the grave." Darcy finished her tea and the empty tea cup hung from a single finger in an unladylike manner. "This time though, the dead will testify." She set the cup down and leaned forward. "Shall we set the stage?"
He smirked and leaned forward in return. Faintly he wondered if his mortal self's games for revenge intrigued and amused Sebastian as much as Darcy did with him. "Let's," He agreed then saw Sebastian in the doorway.
"The bath is ready miss." The elder demon announced with a gentleman like bow.
Darcy nodded and stood, "Thank you." She followed the butler to the bathroom silently. Silently, she took note of what was around her.
"Don't hesitate to ask if you need assistance." Sebastian smiled while opening the door.
She smiled and stepped into the warm bathroom. "Thank you, but for the moment I can manage."
He nodded, "You'll find a change of clothes folded on the sink. A small meal will be ready for you when you're done."
She nodded in thanks and the door closed.
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When Sebastian got off the phone and had finished and set aside a small plate of food for their guest, he sat across from Ciel, a pleased grin on his face.
"Congratulations, master, you are now 100% demon." He made the move to applaud him but the younger demon glared.
Ciel finished his tea and set his cup on the coffee table. "To you understand the stage that is to be set tonight, Sebastian?"
Red met blue briefly, "Of course my lord."
"Good," Ciel smirked, "I expect this matter to be explained just as I instructed."
'Another unfavorable thing about this modern world, the adults are all the more pompous' He thought with a sigh.
"As you wish," Sebastian bowed his head slightly.
"See to it that Miss Darcy is comfortable. Paint whatever illusion you can manage in their minds." He instructed.
Sebastian smirked. "Do you still lack in that lesson, my lord?" He teased and his young master's eye turned red.
Ciel coughed once and continued. "Take whatever soul you wish from the list, two if you desire it. If this goes smoothly you can take your pick of the souls tonight when Miss Darcy is sleeping."
When the pair of demons heard a car on the driveway, Sebastian stood.
"Of course,"
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The detective's grumblings were easily heard by the pair of demons. Sebastian met the roundish man and his partner at the door. Inside, Ciel had used his power to have three cups of hot chocolate appear on the coffee table before heading up the stairs to "assist" Darcy down the stairs.
"Good evening sir," Sebastian greeted calmly.
"This had better be good." The elder of the detectives grumbled.
The younger detective cringed at his elder partner's behavior. "What seems to be the trouble?"
"My ward brought home a friend and is worried about her. It appears as if she's been horribly abused by her caretakers. She won't speak to anyone but him, but what he told me convicted me to call and report this young lady's abuse and rape." Sebastian explained.
The younger detective nodded while writing. "This young woman's name?"
"Sebastian,"
The detectives looked inside the house to see Ciel helping a frail looking Darcy down the stairs. The young woman was clad in a simple button up dress, white in color. Her bruises, all at different stages of healing, were visible though the dress's wide neck and short sleeves. Her sickly thin frame was all the more visible too. The young woman looked very much like the pictures of survivors of the holocaust- skin and bone. Her long onyx black hair was tied back: leaving her appearance free of veils to hide behind.
Ciel finished "helping" Darcy down the steps, once she shakily took the final step he guided her to a chair in the entry way: Standing next to her while silently glaring at the detectives.
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The two human men were speechless. "W-What did you say happened to her?" The elder detective stuttered as he watched the niece of his friend sit in the mansion's entry hall looking half dead.
Ciel stepped forward. "She's been beaten and raped, repeatedly, for years."
"How could she tell you this? She's mute." He shot back as shock settled in that his friend he had covered for, for years had done something so horrid to a child.
"Who told you that?" Ciel questioned in a manner that was twice that for the age he looked. "Her rapist? The adult who got a child pregnant?"
The younger detective walked up to Darcy and Ciel. "How do you know Miss Sutton?"
"He's a friend." Darcy spoke up, her voice sounding raw from lack of use. An illusion kindly gifted by Sebastian. "He tried to help me run away to Canada last year..."
The man looked at the teen and knelt down. "Darcy, what happened?"
Real tears pooled into her icy blue eyes as memories from the last four years came to mind. "Everything…"
The elder detective marched up to the teen and pulled her to her feet. "What happened?"
"Unhand her, sir." Ciel threatened lowly.
The man faltered and cringed at the thought of harassment suits. "She's a druggie; nothing she says can be proved."
"I'm no detective or lawyer," Sebastian cut in, "But women who have been sexually harassed and or raped do try to look less appealing to those of the opposite gender for fear of such treatment happening again. As for the drugs, look at the angle of those needle scars. See how it is positioned? She couldn't have twisted in such an angle. Also, isn't it a known fact that pimps will get girls dependent on drugs so they won't run away?"
While the elder detective was insulting the demon, the younger detective walked with Ciel and Darcy to the parlor to take Darcy's testimony and photograph the evidence.
Sebastian walked to a desk and pulled a file to give to the raving detective. "Money is merely an object to Ciel; he took blood samples of Darcy's blood before he went off to school in London. I believe the drug that Miss Sutton was forced to take is one of several sedatives and the other was meth. According to Miss Sutton, sedatives were used to make her mute temporarily."
Both man and demon stood with accusing glances until the younger detective ran out the door, heaving into the bushes.
Sebastian inwardly chuckled as he looked at the younger man. "You aren't the first to become ill at hearing her story and seeing the proof. Perhaps we could take those pictures for evidence while you recover."
The elder detective looked back at the parlor, Darcy's bare-sickly- form leaned against the door frame. She acknowledged the elder friend of her rapist before stepping as close as she dared to the detective. The man looked away from the teen. The evidence of her abuse made bile rise in his throat after seeing the reason why the teen couldn't take a steady step and could only move slowly with her legs further apart.
"Look at me!" She demanded roughly, her voice sounding nothing like a child or even a woman. "Every day, three- even four times a day or more for four years. What kind of justice system claims to protect children then hands a child screaming for help back to her abusers?"
Ciel draped her unbuttoned dress from her shoulders. Darcy vaguely felt the cloth as she took another step toward the detective.
Sebastian looked at the teen then at Ciel, "Ciel, I believe these kind detectives have all the evidence they need. You'll find dinner set aside in the fridge." Ciel nodded once and guided Darcy out of sight. "You can inform your boss that I will sign any paper that is needed for legal guardianship in seeing that it isn't a wise idea to remove Miss Sutton from the manor. Until this is resolved, I insist that she stay here-where none of her abusers can find her or torment and harm her."
The younger man nodded as his partner walked to the car in a fog. "The proper papers will be sent to you." He stated before picking up his camera and walking to the car.
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Bystander one: the detective.
Make his guilt tenfold. Make his guilt be his damnation.
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Ciel smirked at the list Darcy had made and what she wanted for which person. Bystanders were to feel guilt and even to have hallucinations. Those who directly abused her would have the worst of fates.
"Sebastian," The young demon smirked as he came across one name on the list. Darcy's grandmother, the second worse abuser on her list- one that the young woman wanted the worst hallucinations to happen to: Worse enough to cause the woman to commit suicide or get committed to a mental hospital where she'd suffer the same abuse her granddaughter felt. The elderly woman fit the description of the kinds of souls the elder demon enjoyed going after.
Sebastian smirked, "Religious and horrid."
"Torment the old woman as much as you like." He folded the list and tucked it in his coat.
The elder demon disappeared instantly, leaving the younger demon with his cup of tea.
Ciel smirked as the tea cup rested against his lip. 'This game is the most fun since I was human.' He barely tasted the tea as he took the first sip. 'I'll enjoy serving this soul's sadistic desires for revenge.'
He recalled the two other attachments to his contract with the human. Never lying didn't surprise him, after all- he had that in his own contract with Sebastian. Then there was the child, the ultimate proof of hate, pain, and evil. Also there was the symbol the young woman had tattooed over her womb. His smirk grew to show off one of his fangs as he recalled the symbol from his demon lessons.
'Who needs to live in hell when the damnation of earth is such a sweet taste?'
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A.N.
In case anyone is wondering the song Darcy sings, it's called "Gothic Lolita" by Emilie Autumn. (Wonderful song that fits this character, I highly recommend readers to listen to the song.) I'll try my best to have a normal update day for this story. Chapters won't be very lengthy but that only means there's a week wait between chapters.
Until next week everyone,
R&R please