(finally we get to the real story yay! Bear with me guys I'm getting the hang of this I think. Well, enjoy the story and have a wonderful day.)

Chapter 3

"Its sad how the simple things in life such as a family's home can be smashed to pieces because of one man. Its sad how my father died protecting me and my

mother because of that man. Its sad how my mother told me to hide, how I had to watch those people take her away. Its sad how many people try to capture

or kill me because of that man. I vowed to myself that I would kill every last one of them, for revenge? No, I will do it for the sheer pleasure of ripping them

apart limb by limb."

It had been many years since my father and mother left me alone in this world. Though we hid many times we were always found. It seemed as though those

people waited to strike until we believed that the threat was gone and we settled into a normal routine.

I watched the humans down in the streets as they carried about their day. Shop merchants, whores, bakers, all of them. They have no idea what could

happen, their peace could be interrupted and they wouldn't even care. All they care about is their money. I hated humans for that reason alone. Greed, Envy,

Lust, Gluttony, Wrath, Pride, and Sloth. That's all the humans were made out of. As for demons I despised them, all their after is their prize, the humans

precious souls. Though I despised both I hate myself more. What I do to survive is far worse then both human and demon. Humans can eat food while demons

eat the souls of humans after they grant their wish, while I must do something as grotesque as ripping the soul out of the body. I am a monster that doesn't

belong anywhere.

I wouldn't mind really if I didn't have to do it so often, but when you have to see someone as you rip away their soul from their body, see the terror and pain in

their eyes almost every week it gets to you. When I was little my father taught me to do this to animals as it would be easier and if it must be a human then

find one that is sick or in pain. I still do this but it is getting harder. Demons are everywhere these days looking for easy prey. Souls that are tainted, corrupted,

and broken. So its hard not to get into conflicts when one comes and snatches your meal then tries to kill you. Still I can support my body with human food

however I cant do it for no longer than 4 days, it is the max I can go, after that my demonic side will take over. Only once has this happened and I will never,

never let it happen again. To wake up and see that many people dead because of me…it was terrible….

I have come to call this city home, London is what the people here call it, this town if full of disgusting people. I only stay here because there is enough people

that when I eat they wont be noticed. However, lately there have been some bad turn of events. Some people have seen me par take in one of my meals and

rumors have started to spread. They started as whispers then grew, now the paper has started putting the pieces together, all the recent killings they were

from me.

For all the people who's souls were ripped out by me, their bodies have an interesting mark where their soul was ripped out. A very distinct demonic mark,

three blue circles a big one with a small one inside it and a smaller one inside that one, in the middle a star is present. I have come to realize that this must be

my demonic mark. People have started calling me the Blue Death. Why? Because of that mark and when a persons soul is ripped from the body it is blue and as

this soul turns into a ball of light the blue flashes rays of blue light. I now have to be careful about choosing my targets.

As I watched the humans I noticed the crow and crown as I have come to call them. The crown was a human boy and the crow was a demon. I have

information on almost every person who lives in this city. Those two are no exception. Noblemen Ciel Phantomhive, the queens guard dog and his demonic

butler Sebastian Michaelis. They normally stay out of town but recently they've been coming here a lot more frequently.

I've made it a point to stay away from them more then anyone else. Those two have very weird aura's. You see one of my many powers is to see the auras of

people. Each person emits a distinct atmosphere that surrounds them, I can see what emotions are currently present.

As I watched them walk into the funeral home the crow turned and our eyes met, it was a brief second for I slide back down the roof of the house I was sitting

on. I try to avoid being seen by demons, its never a good thing when they can identify your sent and appearance. It wasn't a question of did he see me, more

like will he do anything about it. I peeked up to see whether or not he was still there and thankfully he decided to go with the crown. I took that as my cue to

relocate myself. With one last look I started my way to the other side of this place. When I arrived to my destination my hunger kicked in, I looked around and

something caught my attention.

A women sat crying in an alleyway, a perfect opportunity if you ask me. I slowly made my way to her, sneaking carefully so I didn't make any noise. She was

kept saying it wasn't her fault, it wasn't her fault. Her aura was a dark blue mixed with black wisps. Her son had died due to an incurable sickness it looked like.

I dropped down behind her with silence. Small blue flames came to the tips of my fingers as I readied my hand. A few more seconds then Bam. My hand made

contact with her back. She screamed and tried to get up, then my hand went through her body as one would go through a ghost. Slowly I pulled her soul out

then all was silent.

Her soul molded itself into a ball then Crunch it was gone, down my throat it went. Her body fell limp to the ground. I wiped my mouth on the back of my sleeve

and faded into the shadows. It didn't take long for someone to find the body, screams came people rushed to the scene. Whispers floated about as people

saw my mark. Scotland yard came and collected what evidence they could. I always made sure to stay within a few houses of a kill that way I knew someone

found the body. One of my quirks as you may call it was that I always made sure someone buried them. I didn't like the idea of a corpse rotting in public. I

started to leave when I heard the voice of the crown.