Hello ^^

I am so sorry that this took so long XD RL got seriously in my way and some other stuff that had to be done sooner. I barely had time to write it and as you are gonna see, it's not a short chapter.
Not really my best writing, honestly and I hope it doesn't come off as boring ^^;

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Kuroshitsuji. Those belong to Yana Toboso. Only my own characters are mine.

PS: sorry for my crappy English, it's not my main language, neither do a have a test-reader.

Have fun :D

Of the next things that happened, Jayla could barely remember anything. Only a room and then a sharp pain in her head before everything went blank. Yet the next thing she clearly remembered was the scent of smoke, fire … a dark room. And she was right. When she opened her eyes, she only saw the red orange glow of candles around the room. The scent of iron, blood made her nose twitch. And then it hit her like a flashlight: The feeling under her body, the room, the scent, … she had seen it before, she had been here before.

She tugged at the ropes that held her bound to the stone altar she lay on. She suddenly looked aside, seeing the other altar. Yet this time it was empty, even when you could see the stains of blood on the grey stone. Jayla swallowed, looking around again, still pulling at the ropes that kept her bound, knowing they wouldn't give in.

"My dear friends, today we witness a miracle. Our god has pushed us a lost sheep in our hands. A sacrifice, a payment that should have been completed two years ago." Jayla turned her head towards the man that was speaking, covered in a black cloak, the edges marked in deep red. While she couldn't see his face, she clearly recognized his voice: Lord Darcy. The girl hugged and pulled again. She had walked right into his trap.

Her eyes fell on the crowd that was sitting on the stone stairs, carrying the same black capes, yet without any red on them. they were just black, hiding their faces in the shadows. But she didn't really had to think about who would be under it. She still remembered the staring eyes at that party.

"Two years ago, by a power we don't understand, one of our sacrifices was ripped away from us, costing the lives of many of our brethren. But today, we have her back and we are able to fulfill our sacrifice to please our God and Master, our Angel."

Jayla rolled with her eyes for second before the man turned around.

"Twin, the vessel of demons on earth, splitting his own evil in two possible bodies to own, to control. We, the Guardians of the Angel, serve as soldiers on earth, to clear it's ground from these portals, so that demons would no longer rule this world."

Jayla suddenly started to laugh loudly, you could almost call it maniacal. And this must have probably been the first time that somebody would have done that, as she could hear the whispers rise from the room.

"Do you even hear yourself?" She suddenly said, looking straight to the man that was Darcy.

"Vessels of demons, you really think they use twins to do that?" She started to laugh again.

"You dare …" Darcy said.

"Yes, I dare." Jayla could only grin.

"You guys are so stupid, thinking you destroy a portal for demons. You want to see one? I can give give you one."

She heard the whispered again, yet this time with a hint of fear in it. Good.

"Sebastian, I command you to come here." Her voice was serious, hard. The symbol on her hand started to glow madly. And suddenly the lights were out, except for a few.

A few people screamed when they saw a dark shade passing by like a shadow, unbinding the girl on the stone table. With the most serious look on her face, she rubbed over her wrists before jumping off the stone.

"Demon! Demon!" One person started to scream. "Proof has been placed before our eyes that twins are the vessels of demons!"

Jayla huffed again, folding her arms before her.

"And then where is my twin? Or right, you guys killed my sister two years ago!"

Maybe started to speak, some scream and yell, other were trying to get out, to only notice that the doors were suddenly locked.

Jayla suddenly turned back to Darcy, who had stood there, in silence, his anger boiling inside his body, mixed with fear. Fear for the creature that stood behind the girl's back, his red eyes dangerously glowing in the dark room, his fangs slightly visible from under his lips.

"Don't tell me that this is all your idea. You aren't smart enough for this. tell me, who told you to hold to coven?"

Darcy looked up, from demon to the girl, from the girl to the demon and took a step back.

"Our Lord and savior."

"Bullshit!"

"Ttss, My Lady, such a language." Sebastian suddenly said, the first actual words that he had spoken. Jayla only rolled with her eyes. No time to be formal and follow the etiquette rules.

"I'll ask again, who told you to sacrifice children to your so called god?"

Darcy took another step back, staring at the red glowing eyes.

"Our god, our Angel. Gabriel. He came to me, told me what to do, guided me to the lambs I needed."

Jayla was slowly having enough off all the stupid godly chatter the man was giving her. She took several steps forward, the man almost ducking inside. Of his previous stature, nothing was left. The only thing that was left was a scared old man.

"I am not gonna ask again!" She sneered.

"But …"

"Is it still gonna take long?" A voice suddenly said. It sounded hollow, yet still strong. Suddenly the people in the room fell on their knees, started to pray like they had seen the light. Mutter something about 'their god.'

Also Darcy was looking like he turned into stone, looking up to a sight at the ceiling. Jayla followed his eyes to the stone edge, seeing a man standing there.

Long white hair, a white suit and glasses on his face.

"What the …" Jayla wanted to say, but a hand soon covered her mouth.

"My Lady, your language." Sebastian said again, yet jayla saw that his eyes were also focussed on the new arrival. And he didn't really looked happy with it.

"Such a boring talk. Come on Darcy, I want to see blood. I want to see souls rising from their decaying body. I want their lives." The man said.

"But, my Lord. This … this … demon came to steal our sacrifice to you, our Angel."

Then the man suddenly looked aside, to Sebastian.

"Well well, never thought to actually meet one of your kind."

Sebastian smirked.

'Sadly I have seen enough of yours, Shinigami."

"Shinigami?" jayla asked, looking over her shoulder.

"Shinigami, Grim Reaper. They are those that collect the soul and decide if it can pass through to heaven or not."

"And you demons are that kind that eats it." The man laughed before jumping down the edge, landing on the stone floor.

Now Jayla could see him better. Long pearl white hair, almost at knee length, his skin was pretty pale, considered to hers. Yet his eyes were strange, green and yellow. For a second she thought about her own brown green eyes, but her father had always said it came from her mother. But his eyes were different, like they could see more then what she could see.

It gave Jayla a shiver. This was something to deal with.

"It's a long time ago I say a rogue Grim Reaper. How do they call your kind? Seceders?"

The white haired male came closer, suddenly raising a crossbow from behind his back.

"Tttsss, so rude. I hadn't expect less from you. But my name is Ramiel" He said before he fired one of his arrows.

Jayla's eyes went wide open when she saw the point of the arrow coming straight towards her, but before it could dig into her chest, Sebastian had already grabbed the arrow out of the air.

"Please don't shoot My Master. I don't want her to get hurt."

The Grim Reaper dropped the crossbow on his shoulder.

"I just wanted to see if you were awake, that's all."

"Kill them!" A voice suddenly said. Jayla looked over her shoulder, seeing the people she had ignored for a long time still sitting on their knees, some of them still praying.

"Show them your power, Angel. And safe the world from this demon."

The girl looked back before her to the Grim Reaper.

"Sebastian, the less eyes, the better."

"Understood." He said with a bow and suddenly everything went black. A few screams were heard before the light went on again, seeing the people laying unconscious on the ground, except for one: Darcy. Who was sitting on the ground, shaking like a leave.

"You didn't stopped him?" Jayla asked, her eyes still fixed on the Grim Reaper before her.

"Why should I? Those watcher aren't gonna give me what I want … To bad your butler didn't kill them. That would give what I need." A grin was formed from ears to ears, his eyes shining dangerously.

"You're after their souls." Sebastian said, who had taken his place behind his master's back again.

"Delicious souls … Fragile yet still … We Grim Reapers decide who goes to heaven or hell … But these days they are so easy on it. Why should every soul pass?"

"So you keep them for yourself?"

The white haired Reaper nodded with a chuckle.

"I keep them with me, to play with, to look at, to toy with. They don't deserve to go to heaven."

"LIAR!" Jayla suddenly screamed.

"Do you dare to say that my sister wasn't good enough to go heaven? She never hurt a fly, the sweet soul she was. How dare you!?"

The man chuckled again, looking straight at the girl before him.

"I know who you are, Jayla. And I know your sister, Jayli, am I right?"

Jayla balled her fists, almost drawing blood from her own nails piercing her skin.

"Yes, I still have her. Sweet soul, indeed. But that can't be said from what runs in your family, such a dark …"

"Enough!" The silence was broken by the voice of the demon that stood behind the girl.

"Don't listen to him, Milady. He strayed from his path as Shinigami."

"Sebastian …"

The demon looked downwards, seeing the anger floating in his master's eyes, like a fire that was fueled with oil.

"Kill him. I want him gone. I want the soul of my sister to be free, so that he can no longer devaul her with his hands."

"Yes, Milady."

It was just in a matter of second when both the demon and Shinigami flew at each other.

Ramiel aimed his crossbow again, shooting several arrow at a fast rate. Sebastian was fast enough to avoid them, even catching some from the air to throw them back.

While 'angel' and demon were fighting, Jayla walked up to the hell and rested herself against it. She didn't even watching what was going on.

Beside, this wasn't a fight like in the movies, that would take several minutes. In fact, it was over very quickly when Sebastian pinned the Grim Reaper against the wall.

"Nice Death Scythe for long range shooting. but it's useless from nearby if you can't aim."

The demon ripped the crossbow out of the hands of the longhaired man, leaving him with a surprised look on his face before he gasped for air and placed his hands on his chest.

One of the arrows, his own arrows had stuck in his chest. He gasped for air when falling on his knees.

"ANGEL!" Darcy yelled, trying to get up, to help the man he called 'god.'

"Don't you fucking dare to move or I'll let him rip your head off!" Jayla sneered at him. The man fell down on the ground again.

"Tell me, you never really fought demons before, did you?" Sebastian said when breaking the crossbow to splinters before he pulled the Shinigami at his short. The yellow-green eyes were faintly looking through his glasses.

"To bad you won't get a second change." And before anyone could say something, the demon slammed his hand through the creature's chest, killing it in a final blow.

From it's chest, small pale lights were released, like snow, but floating to the sky.

Jayla looked up at the light and in some way she fell relieved. Every soul, every twin that had died by this cult their hands was free and could find rest again.

"Goodbye, Jayli." She softly whispered.

"How is this possible?" Darcy whispered between his teeth, looking from demon to the girl and back. Jayla had gotten away from the wall, walking up to terrifying man. he was alone now, nobody that would help or assist him.

"Now …" Jayla started. "Just ripping her head off would be a too quick death, but as I want to go home, it had to do that way. Sebastian?"

"Yes, Milady." The demon said with a smile, his hands colors red by blood.

"No, wait … It wasn't me who abducted you!"

Jayla grinned. "Shut up and accept your fate like a man, not a crybaby."

"No, it's true. You … You and your sister, your two were offered to me. Your father …"

"What!?" Jayla grabbed the coat of the man and pulled him up. Sebastian was looking with surprised eyes.

"Don't drag my father into this!"

"Ttss, do you really think he is that good of a man? How do you think we were able to get into your house with all that guarding stuff around?"

Jayla let go of the coat. Now she thought about it, as she had never done it, how were they taken from their beds, at night?

"Your father sold you, you and your sister. He sold you as sacrifice to this cult to …"

"SHUT UP!" Jayla's hand flew through the air, hitting the man straight in his face.

"Lies, only lies!" Her voice echoed in the room, her eyes were burning like fire.

Darcy started to laugh in a sinister way.

"Think about it, girl. I suppose you are smart enough to puzzle it together yourself."

Jayla turned around, her body shaking of anger.

"Enough, Sebastian?"

The black haired man nodded when jayla walked away. She no longer wanted to see the that man again. It was already enough that she had to hear his last cries and the sound of his dying body.