(Author's Note: Author wrote a whole page of smut and a trip to India for this chapter! And then deleted it! I realized how silly it would be to change my original plan for that, so I re-wrote my new plan, okay? Author recommends these songs as you read this story:
Closer by Nine Inch Nails
Full Munou by osterreich
Soul's Crossing by ™ Revolution
Author plans on maybe writing out smut, or may just hint at it. Also for those who are curious, the first few chapters were the 'Joker Arc' and now this is the 'Mother Arc'. Enjoy!)
As the pendulum in the room swung towards the left, a hand reached for honey-colored hair, and pulled the head from the neck it came from. The eyes on the decapitated head were rolled up, exposing pearly white eyeballs, and the mouth was wide open. There were trails of saliva rolling down the decapitated head's mouth, and a pair of green eyes stared intensely at the scene before them. A loud gurgled voice cried out loudly, "Alphonse!", and it reached out, before it's arm was pulled behind. The woman who had called out for her husband who had been decapitated was soon picked up. A pair of sea-blue eyes watched the scene unfold, waiting to see what would happen next.
At the Buroughstien mansion, Demitri sat in her office with a letter from the Queen in her hands. As she read through the letter, her face turned from relaxed and calm to tense and worrisome. On the outside, in the garden, sat Alfred, the demon butler. In his hands were a needle and thread, and one of Demitri's blouses. The night they had taken down the Joker, the sleeve had been torn apart. As the wavy haired butler sewed the cotton shit back into place, a swarm of butterflies had made its way towards him. A few settled down on the table that had many cups of honey and pollen, and five made their way onto his shoulders and head.
"For one hand to allow the other so much…..", the butler began, pulling the thread up and ending the sewing. "To discipline….to domesticate", he said softly, standing up and folding the shirt. The butterflies remained on him as he began to twirl around, grabbing roses from nearby bushes. "This is the duty of a butler. To mend and mold his master into the perfect shape. If she is to grow a branch outside of the plan, then one must weed it out! This is the duty of a-"
"Buroughstien Butler.", Demitri spoke, standing before Alfred, with the letter in her hand. At the sound of his master speaking, Alfred stopped, giving her a sly smile, a bouquet of roses in his hand. With a light breeze, the butterflies dispersed, flying past Demitri. "My lady", Alfred said, bowing. "I have picked a fresh bouquet of flowers for tonight." Demitri glanced at him before she walked forward, standing at his side.
"It seems that there is a new criminal on the loose. It seems they only kidnap women in their late thirties to late forties. Do you think you can manage Alfred?", spoke the straight-haired woman, giving the blond a bright smirk. The butler placed the bouquet in her hands and placed his hand across his chest before bowing down on his knee. "If a Buroughstein butler couldn't handle a simple thing, then that would be a shame." With that, Demitri walked forward towards the gates of the manor, a horse carriage already waiting the duo. Alfred cleared the sidewalk before following along, with a stoic expression on his face.
Once in the carriage, Demitri held the letter tightly in her hands. She didn't know much about the killer, aside from his estimated age, and the list of victims and their similarities. The only thing she was sure of was that he was attacking the streets of London, which is where they were heading. She glanced at the letter once more before allowing it to drop on the floor. "How should we approach this Alfred? Should I dress up as an older mother or should we wait for him to act on his crime?", she said, glancing up at the demon. The demon thought for a moment and then slyly smiled at his mistress.
"Perhaps it is time for my lady to act like the charming woman she is. I believe that anyone can win the heart of an older woman with an attitude like that.", he said, suggesting she befriend a mother. Demitri sighed and twitched her lips, feeling as the carriage came to a slow hault. "This isn't the time for teasing….butler. However-", she pushed the curtain near the window aside, catching a glance of an older woman selling flowers. "It is one hell of an idea.", she stated, rising up and heading out the carriage.
Once outside, she walked towards the woman and placed on a cute smile, her voice becoming softer and more feminine. "Hello mama, how much are the flowers?", she asked, blushing brightly. The woman glanced up at her and smiled cheerfully. "Ah for you I would give them for free, alas I cannot do that." Demitri glanced at her and then pulled out a dozen tenners. "How about a favor instead then? You'll still get paid." The woman seemed rather shocked and then nodded, following after the duo.
Inside a cafe, Demitri sat elegantly in her chair, with a cup of tea in hand. With her butler behind her, and the woman in front, she placed the cup down and spoke. "It seems there is a man out there in the streets who is kidnapping women about your age. I wish to implore your help; you will dress very motherly like and head out into the night like a swallow. If he snatches you, we will be here to rescue you. All we want is to bring him to justice. Can you do that?" Her green eyes narrowed tightly and then she crossed her fingers, placing them under her chin. The older woman frowned lightly, pushing back her golden hair with traces of grey behind her ear. After a while of debate, she finally agreed.
When nightfall came, the woman was set off to trudge through the night, into the arms of danger. Demitri and Alfred followed behind, with guns and swords in hand. As they watched the woman dilly-dally around the allies of the inner city slums, they remained still, their breath quiet under the cool air. Suddenly there was movement; the woman was grabbed and pulled behind shadows, only a loud gasp left behind. Demitri and Alfred followed suit, however there was a delay in plans. Demitri had set foot into a trap, and found herself flying upwards, her dress hanging over her head. Alfred looked up and sighed before jumping up to grab his master. Once he had her, he jumped back down and chased after the shadows. After many twists and turns, they eventually stopped, coming face to face with a door. Alfred set his lady down and then walked towards it.
"Please do be more careful my lady. I wouldn't want you to get injured over silly things.", he remarked, turning towards her before he kicked down the door. Demitri growled a bit and followed behind, voicing noiseless complains. Before them sat the woman, gagged and bound, with a grimly looking man behind her with a knife. His eyes were filled with dark circles, his face was scarred and dark, and his hair was wild and uncut. The knife pierced against the woman's plump neck, and her eyes were filled with tears. Through the gag, she cried out for Demitri and Alfred.
"M-Mother…..mama…..she won't s-s-say anything!", the man gasped, before he was inturpeted by the dark-haired woman. "Put that knife down or I'll slice your hand off!", she stated, before pulling forth a long sword. She held a tall stance, her eyes narrow. Alfred gave her a quick glance before preparing himself for anything. 'That soul….that's the one I want. The one that will fight and risk it all….but was strong enough to take on two of us.'
"N-No...see, she knows that I've been doing something wrong….b-but she won't say anything!", he gargled before his knife slashed the neck of the woman behind it. As soon as the blood sprang forth, the woman's body fell on the floor. Demitri glanced down at the body, her eyes becoming wide with terror. She had seen this scene before, just a year before…
"Alphonse!", she cried out, her voice becoming strained and gurgled. Before her husband's head had been cut off, he had been tied up, and had been first in line to witness the rape of his wife. Demitri's body laid on the cold floor, with a cold knife pressed against her belly. Inside laid the fruit of their love, a child, five months shy of life outside the womb. The man who had his fat, hideous body on top of hers, was slamming into her, choking her with all his might. Alphonse's eyes were wide and filled with horror as the knife the man had pierced Demitri's right hip and made a large wound from there to the bottom on her left breast. His knife dug into her womb and tore asunder the love Alphonse and her had finally been able to make. With that sacrifice, the man reached his peak, bursting his seed into the dark-haired woman. A loud voice pierced her ears, "Hmph so this is what it takes for a human to summon a demon. How pitiful. Tell me woman, will you make a contract with me? Will you sell your soul to a demon in order to obtain what you want? You can ask for anything, but remember, when the wish is granted, the contract ends, and I swallow you whole."
The voice rang in her head as the room they were in became dark. Her eyes focused on her crying husband, and before she could cry out in apology, his head was cut off before her. "Alphonse!", she cried for the last time, her body and the floor beneath her becoming soaked in blood. When his head rolled on the floor next to her, she looked up at the sight of a large butterfly and nodded her blood-stained head. "Demons! I'm ready…..ready to form a contract…..I want to eradicate this organization for good. To kill every member, to ensure I get my revenge for what they did to me. You will stay by my side until this happens, you will take care of me, follow all my needs and…..", she paused, holding back the tears. "Consume my soul once all these fuckers have been brutally murdered!" With that the demon's seal was formed on her chest and the scene before her melted away. All that remained were sea-blue eyes, looking at the woman, with the life she had before, lying on the cold hard ground.
When Alfred noticed his mistress becoming distracted, he jumped forward, aiming to capture the insane man. The man swished away, screaming, "Mother stands for comfort! Mother…...please…." His hands swished back and forth, causing him to stab himself. Alfred finally caught him, but not before Demitri moved forward, placing her sword on the man's neck. The man fell from the butler's grasp, falling roughly on his knees. Demitri glanced at him with tears in her eyes and then screamed.
"So is this why you kidnapped them huh? You had mommy issues so you kidnapped women, forcing them to be some sick and perverted-", the edge of her sword began to pierce the man, drawing long strings of blood. "Mother-son relationship with you huh?", she said, the man's blood soaking her face and sword. "Mother does not stand for comfort, she stands for nothing. Your false idols will NOT save you!" Her sword stabbed him repeatedly until his body was full of holes and the floor and her were soaked in blood. Her breath was heavy and loud, and she would have continued if it weren't for Alfred who placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Madame…...he is dead.", he said, his eyes observing the scene before him. Demitri hung her shoulders low, the sword touching the ground, and her body soaked in blood. With a glance, Alfred clutched her shoulder tightly and watched as the blood on the floor and on his master rose up and transmutated into blood butterflies. As they drifted away, he moved his hand and pulled out a large sheet, placing it over the body.
"For you to act so carelessly twice in a row does not suit you my lady. If you are going to continue acting like this, then I suggest taking a break and focusing on the real mission here. I will not stand for my meal to be sullied by useless affairs.", he said, coldly pulling Demitri's chin towards him. "It's pitiful….to see a worm like yourself crawl so low." Demitri remained shocked at his words, her face pale as a ghost, and her eyes wide in horror. She had been through hell and back, and she had allowed herself to become lost in anger and angst over the words of a foolish man. Her beautiful green eyes filled with tears and she then dropped the sword. Her hands gently gripped Alfred's, and she began to sob.
"I-I'm sorry….you're right. I'm nothing but a low worm who can't even complete the job the one like you abandoned. I should have never accepted it, I can't even handle this much without breaking down.", she cried, her nose becoming filled with mucus. After a long hard stare, the demon sighed and smiled lightly, releasing his grip on her. "Yes….but you are my lowly worm, my precious meal. I wouldn't have suggested you to take the job if I felt you couldn't handle it. After all, it is my duty as a butler to domesticate you."