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He smirked as he watched his prey. He'd never admit to his young master just how much he enjoyed tormenting the righteous. He was, after all, one of the first demons. An infamous fallen angel that religious culture loved to speak of.
He had once known God's love, but he found the souls of others worth losing that love for.
The elderly woman was as open as a book: Daughter of missionaries and had married another missionary to keep the family's religious tradition going. She would sit with her head held high and gossip the worst lies that would lessen the honor of those who threatened to gain achievements higher than she or her husband and children ever did. Tainted her siblings' names with one lie after another- Her gossiping caused one of her own children to commit suicide to escape the dishonor to her name. She spread rumors about her daughter in law and her first grandchild: telling all in her church without shame that the marriage was to cover up a pregnancy and that her first grandchild couldn't have been her son's child. The girl didn't have his golden hair and green blue eyes: she had an inhuman shade of blue framed by black. Even the girl's mother didn't have hair that dark or eyes that looked deep into the soul. She had called the child everything known to man, but the one that stuck was 'heathen witch'.
He inwardly chuckled as he recalled his young master's contract human. 'How right you were old woman, but she was a witch long before summoning a demon.' He licked his lips at the scent of the old woman's soul. 'How else could a human summon a demon?'
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Saint Francis Orphanage's matriarch ruled a danger to public.
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She smirked at the headline and folded the paper before going back to her breakfast. Her time at the manor had reached three months. During that time her grandmother had lost her marbles. Started ranting on about demons and during one visit to the orphanage she started with her former husband, flew into a rage trying to kill a child who she called a demon. Child wasn't killed, but was in coma for a week. The elderly woman had been arrested and a doctor had ruled that the woman was bipolar and her delusions were telling her to kill demons- which in reality were normal people with bizarre hair color, eye color, or birthmarks.
At the same time, uncle dearest was also arrested. When police found him he was bloody: his own delusions forced him to scratch every inch his skin without end. His genitals and chest were nonexistent by the time he was found in his car. Apparently, the knife he'd use to threaten her to stay in the car was the item he used to scratch every inch of his skin after his nails broke- Thus, removing two layers of skin from his body. At the moment the man was in the hospital under surveillance as doctors were brought in to judge whether he was competent to stand trial. Like his mother, the man was also said to have a boat load of mental problems.
Her aunt lost her job and children as she was also arrested for her part. Being a nurse she not only stole drugs to use on her niece but had also abused young children and the elderly who were in her care. In some cases she killed those whose cases were hopeless, ending their life early to be "merciful". The actual number of how many she killed was unknown, but Darcy knew. The woman would brag of it while beating her and forcing pills down her throat.
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"Ah, Sebastian, good morning," She smiled at him when he came in. The demon smiled back, now used to the young woman's presence in the manor and her willingness to carry her own share of chores. She was an amusing human. She looked normal and, dare he say, pure. Yet her soul was a shade of black that put the night sky to shame. Her mind seemed to have no end to sadistic thoughts of torture and revenge.
"Good morning, Darcy," He greeted and started filling the tea kettle with water. "I see you got your hands on the morning paper before the young master. Good news I assume?"
Her elegant, yet sadistic, smirk graced her lips as she got up to wash her dish. "Dreadfully good news," She corrected and saw the demon's eyes glow briefly before smiling. "Good job, Sebastian."
"It isn't as if I get nothing." He chided and tapped the young woman's forehead.
She nodded, well aware of the deal both demons had and the elder demon's aid in her revenge.
"Sebastian, may I ask a question?" She wondered as the demon moved about the kitchen.
"Of course,"
"Both you and Ciel are fascinated by me, my soul, and even this child. I see the reason for Ciel's involvement and fascination. Yet I'm confused with your involvement and fascination." She explained.
The elder demon chuckled. "Ancient magic captures all. I'm merely amused and amazed at Ciel's luck to have captured a contract with a descent of Celtic Druids. As for the child, I'm the first demon to have raised a child. It is amusing to think that child is to raise- what I hope will be- a child that reflects all the grief I had with him."
She laughed and sat down at the table. "Druid huh," She looked at her hands.
"If the young master knew how rare your kind is he'd lengthen your contract with him. A bond between magic of hell and magic of humans creates such amusement." He stated.
"I assume you're speaking from experience?" She glanced at him.
He smirked, "How else would I know that tasting magic is far more delicious than any soul?" He returned to the task at hand. "Also there is that other symbol on your body."
She paused and looked at her clothed abdomen, "The Sonnenrad or the elements and seasons?"
"Ah so that is what you humans call it." The demon set the table for tea. "You formed another symbol in the order they lay on your skin. One that will make that child be not human and yet not demon."
Her gaze went blank briefly. "How ironic," She mused. "The spawn of a monster be trapped between humanity and not." She looked at the table and noticed something different. "Are we expecting a guest, Sebastian?"
The demon smiled gently. "An uninvited one and manic one… I suggest keeping your wits about you."
She nodded in understanding and looked out the window. "Call me when tea is ready?" She wondered.
The demon nodded and she stepped out the back door, into the garden.
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Darcy found herself more on guard about her freedom. Only place in the manor she felt the most relaxed was in the garden. Nothing had bloomed yet, but the scent of spring was in the air. Rose hedges looked as if they would be the first to bloom among the flowers.
She paused to look at the buds of what she assumed would be a red rose. 'Beautiful yet deadly,' She mused as her finger ran over a thorn. 'Perhaps my own blood will make you a darker red.'
She sighed and laid next to the hedge, her eyes stared up at the stormy sky.
'My revenge has just begun yet it feels as if it should be half way done. The detective committed suicide a week after seeing me. My main abusers' torture has just begun. Who next though?' She closed her eyes and relaxed. 'The pastor or the judge…Or perhaps the good old mayor…'
A chuckle left her lips. 'Doesn't matter, we'll get to them sooner or later.'
When she opened her eyes she froze when she met with a spring green underlined with teal gaze. Instantly she jumped to her feet and got as far away from the owner as possible.
"Now, now, no need for violence or fear." The gaze's owner chided while adjusting his glasses.
"Who are you?" She demanded. Every fiber of her being was on guard at the sight of the red haired figure. 'He isn't a demon but he isn't human…'
"Who are you?" He redirected, "You were lying next to Bassy's roses."
She stood still but watched the man.
"Oh my, such a silent little thing after such an outburst," He grinned then paused when he saw the demon mark. "Another contract, or are you the brat's contract?"
In an instant the red head was up close examining her. Lifting her arms and glancing over every inch of her.
He stood back with a smirk that was not evil or innocent. "My, my- what a bizarre creature you are. Pregnant humans are always a joy to run across, but with a soul like that…" He trailed off and grinned, showing off each of his pointed teeth, "It seems a crime to call you human."
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Darcy continued to stare forward at the red head. The inhuman man mock bowed.
"Call me Grell." He observed her, "And you, I am guessing, are the reason why my list is so full with soulless deaths to observe."
"What if I am?" She asked bluntly.
"No matter," Grell grinned and raced for the mansion.
'What on earth?' She wondered then heard a chainsaw followed by shouts.
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"Get this buffoon out of here!" Ciel shouted and punched the grim reaper away from the table.
Darcy blinked at the chaos: Grell- bloody- was clinging to Sebastian's leg with an abandoned chainsaw sticking out of the ceiling. Ciel sat at the table with his morning tea in one hand and the morning newspaper in the other. Sebastian continued to make the morning tea in between kicking and shaking the grim reaper off.
"Ah, good morning Darcy," Ciel greeted and motioned for her to sit. "I assume you've plotted the next move."
Darcy slid into the seat the demon offered and nodded. "I think it's time to torment the good old judge." She stated and took the tea cup from Sebastian. "I heard the old man has Post Traumatic Stress, perhaps we could add my tormented memories to his war ridden ones."
Ciel chuckled in amusement. "Your cruelty knows no bounds."
The sadistic smirk she showed riled the two demons and caused Grell to turn stone still. "If I was not cruel, then what kind of woman would I be?"
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This was the most amusement he had in decades.
Ciel watched the court house from the corner of his eye. Last time he had this much fun was when he and Sebastian tormented war prisoners from WWII.
Projecting a hallucination was easy- a brush of the skin was all that was needed to transfer the "curse" from his thoughts to the unfortunate soul.
Darcy's tormented memories would be more than enough to bring the demise of the judge. He even rewove some to add pain.
When he spotted a man in his early fifties he made his move- posing as a teen walking down the street distracted. He bumped into the man and fell on his backside; the book he was reading fell some feet away. Ciel looked at the man and saw that before bumping into him, he too was distracted.
'No doubt he's busy dodging the media and their ever pressing questions.' He stood and started picking up the fallen case files from the judge's briefcase. "I'm sorry, I should have been more aware of my surroundings. Here," He offered the files to the man and the judge nodded in thanks before taking them- their hands briefly brushing before parting.
'Now for the grandmother…'
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Darcy stood in front of the mirror solemnly.
"Are you sure you want to witness this?" Sebastian asked as he entered the room. "The master and I don't blame you if you wish to back out."
She glanced at him, barely catching the hints of red and blue through the crack in the door. "I want to be the last thing that woman sees."
He nodded and offered a hand, "When you are ready, Ms. Darcy."
She accepted the ungloved hand without hesitation- half a second later both she and the demon were standing in a padded room. The elderly woman at the end of her rage was curled up in a corner in a straightjacket. The only light in the room came from a tiny window that allowed a sliver of moonlight in.
"Oh how the mighty have fallen." She chuckled bitterly as her ice cold eyes met with a hazel gaze.
"You…" The elderly woman gapped.
Darcy leaned forward, allowing her face to fall in the line of moonlight. "Me," She confirmed darkly with a sadistic smirk.
The woman struggled, "Demon!"
Darcy turned solemn and stood straight. "If you want a demon, woman," She strode toward the thrashing elderly woman and grabbed her chin none too gently. "Perhaps you'd find more success turning your gaze within."
With a huff of disgust Darcy released the woman's chin and stepped back into the shadows, giving Sebastian a nod. Without a word the demon walked to the frightened, livid woman to consume her soul.
Darcy watched the sight unflinchingly, not averting her gaze even as her own grandmother's soul was pulled from her body. The woman thrashed violently until the very end. Sebastian's true form came forth in his shadow and stayed that way long after the soul was consumed. Red eyes met with ice.
"Are you scared now?" He asked bluntly while pulling a hankie from his coat to clean his bloodied hand.
Darcy looked at the still form of a woman who caused so much harm. Silver hair was askew, eyes wide with horror, and mouth ajar with a silent scream. The smirk on her lips reflected in her eyes when she looked back at the demon.
"Hardly,"