Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Well this will be the last chapter for a while! Thank you for watching as long as you have ^^ I don't know when the next one will be, a few days from now or a few weeks. It depends on how I feel. Knowing me I'll get bored and begin soon enough, but I just have some things I have to get done first. There will be one more chapter posted that has all the OCs that I found had meaning or I just recorded. Just in case I don't talk about them later. It's a nice stopping point anyways =3 I feel that this needs a Warning: mild sexual manner, language, and gore. I haven't put that up in a while and I know some chapters should have had this already, but just so you're prepared ^^ And sorry if it's long. I just want to move on! ^^ well… ENJOY!
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Sophie let out a distort sigh as she stood with a bunch of other shinigamis in a small waiting room. From what she could tell, more than half of the shinigamis probably had to take the practical technique of the exam several times. It was after ten times that a shinigami was considered unfit and was disposed of, whatever that meant, but that didn't stop most of them. She only hoped that she would be paired with a shinigami that didn't need to win and could stay for another semester. She was the only shinigami who looked to be the age of seventeen, and even more impressive was that she was also the youngest in the room with her age of only being nineteen. In reality she didn't need to complete these exams, but if she didn't then she would be kicked out, permanently. With high hopes she let out another sigh, leaving her thoughts when one of the teachers came walked in with a folder in his hand.
"We will start with the first twelve names on the list and work our way down," he explained, reading over the list.
Sophie's mouth dropped, her name being called after the third shinigami. With a heavy sigh escaping her lips she walked into the next room, her hand instinctively going to the standard death scythe that was carelessly hanging in its holster. Now that the ten shinigamis had been named the others would watch, perhaps going over their own techniques or simply watch the spectacle and worry. She walked into a large gym and stood forward, waiting to see who she would be paired up with. She noticed six officers were sitting on chairs on the floor of the room, three on one side and three on the other. "We will have two groups go at once," someone explained as the twelve shinigamis stood at attention. "The first two pairs will be Jacob Lamia vs. Ethan Nevis and Chaz Hoover vs. Sophia Ioreta."
Sophie froze, her face going pale. The thing she was dreading the most, having to fight a peer that needed to pass. With Chaz's bad grades, Sophie knew he was given only one more chance. He had to complete everything, including the final examinations, in order to stay a shinigami or suffer the consequences. As much as she hated Chaz, she didn't want him to fail! Sophie let out weary sigh and stood forward as she decided she had to win at all costs, even if it meant crushing someone else's chances of becoming a shinigami. "Great I'm paired up with the hot head," Chaz grumbled to himself as he swung his scythe over his shoulder.
"I wouldn't be such a hothead if you would stop being a complete mule," she narrowed her eyes and took out her scythe, getting herself ready.
"What I hate is that you had someone who was not your mentor training you," Chaz growled at her. "What did he do? Did he owe you something?" Sophie just narrowed her eyes, getting tired of his insults and only thinking of her primary goal. "Did he fuck you up and he had to pay you back? Hah! I bet that's what it was!"
"Begin," they heard one of the judges say, Sophie running as fast as she could and punched him in the gut with the butt of her scythe.
"Say that about the Undertaker and your bones will turn to nothing but dust," she growled at him as she sent him flying into the wall. Chaz groaned, slowly getting out of the rubble and brushing himself up. "I will not hold back on you. You better give me your best or I'll do more than just defeat you," Sophie finished, running at him again.
Chaz jumped back quickly and caught her attack, swinging around and kicking her in the shoulder. Sophie quickly jumped back to reorient herself, narrowing her eyes at him. "I learned a few moves myself," he smirked, "and I had my mentor help me instead of bribing help from others."
Sophie rolled her eyes and ran at him, disappearing as she was only a few inches away from his face and spinning around to his back, hitting him in the side with her scythe and the blade cutting slightly into his back. "Same here," she smirked, ignoring his insults.
He snarled and swung his scythe around, Sophie vanishing before his scythe made it around his back. Taking advantage of his confused state, she kicked him in the side and sent him flying into the wall again. The wall broke and he fell through, Chaz growling at her as he stepped out. "You crazy bitch!"
"You big bully," she said with an annoyed tone in her voice, "you think you can just pick on someone weaker then you? Well you know what, if that's how you'll be then you don't deserve to be a shinigami, or even alive for that matter." If she had been allowed to use her black haze she would, but Sophie was still trying to conceal her powers from the council so there was no point in trying those moves. Even so, if Chaz was going to insult her anymore then she would soon aim to kill him, purely on instinct. Chaz ran at her and caught her off guard slightly, using Sophie's own trick against her and almost slashing into her back. Sophie jumped away just in time, her own suit coat getting a slight cut on it. Sophie narrowed her eyes and began to take it seriously. He seemed to improve last time she fought him, so it was time to take it up a notch.
Sophie ran at him and jumped over him, bobbing him on the head with the butt of the scythe and knocking him to the floor. Then she hit him twice with the butt of her scythe on the back and kicked him on the side. A referee ran over to her to make her stop before she could kick him again, letting Chaz get back up before she could continue. Before Chaz got up he tripped Sophie over, punching her in the side and slamming his foot onto her chest. She coughed out in pain, his foot hitting him directly where her scar was. Suddenly her eyes glowed yellow with anger and she kicked him in the side, sending him past her face and flying into the other two shinigamis fighting next to them. In a blink of an eye she showed up in front of him, her scythe hovering right over his chest. "You don't deserve to be alive," she hissed at him, her scythe penetrating his chest and cutting him open.
He coughed out in pain, his scythe dropping out of his hand and he lay on the ground. The referee had to run over and push Sophie off of him, just in time before she could do any real damage. Then she spat on his face, a growl escaping her lips as she began to walk away. "You're a freak!" Chaz coughed as he was helped into a stretcher. "You hear me! Freak!"
She turned around and he flinched back, seeing the wide eerie grin on her face. "Go~od~~ because I wouldn't want to be normal and weak like you," she stared at him, the yellow in her eyes sending a chill down his smile. Then she turned around and looked at the judges, the yellow in her eyes and the grin on her face completely gone.
"Chaz Hoover has withdrawn and Sophia Serbus has required enough points to continue on with the exams. Go to room F103 to take the written portion of your exam," one of the judges said, holding out a file with her name on it. Sophie walked over to the table and gave them a quick bow, taking the file from them and walking away casually. She couldn't help but grin to herself as she left. Her long hours of training with so many different mentors have finally paid off. "She is stronger than we thought," the same judge said as he cleaned his glasses, the look on his face of utter disgust.
"But she doesn't seem to be able to control her powers," another one said as he sipped from a glass of water, "and that can be problematic."
"The woman will learn," the last one said, "but we need to keep her on our side or it can serve to be a big problem for us." The other two nodded in agreement as they looked at the next two graduating shinigamis, the interested expressions on their faces quickly wiped away when the next battle began.
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Sophie was sprawled out on a couch in a lobby, her hands over her eyes. Even if her win was easier then she thought the glasses she had to wear were killing her eyes. When her eyes went yellow she couldn't see a thing, just the black grime all over Chaz's soul and the gray souls around her. She felt rather horrible defeating him, her feelings of hate towards him conflicting with was her conscience telling her, which was hurting a good soul was a bad thing. Knowing from her past with Adolf, Chaz's soul could turn evil just by her actions in that one battle. He had been alright till now, and it was too late for her to fix anything. He was in the infirmary and wouldn't be let out for a while until after she was long and gone.
Currently she was waiting for someone to come to her and tell her the conditions of her final assignment. She had finished the written exam quicker than expected and was told to wait in the lobby for most of the other shinigamis to finish. Was she even going to have a partner? Sophie still wasn't sure. Suddenly a figure blocked her light and Sophie moved her arm slightly, looking up at the figure above her. "F-fiona?" she asked, sitting up and letting Fiona sit down next to her. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here for your final assignment," she said, Sophie looking at her and then giving her a nod. "Is something the matter Serbus? You look quite pale."
"It's nothing Mrs. Obki… I just feel bad," Sophie said, looking away from her and at the floor.
"Why do you feel bad?" Fiona asked, noticing Sophie wasn't giving her a response. "Sophia," she said gruffly, causing Sophie to look over at her," it's always better to talk about anything that is bothering you then holding it all in. If you do that you'll burst from the pressure and that's never good."
Sophie looked back to the floor, refusing to look at her in the face. "I feel… ashamed," she sighed. "I may have tainted another good soul with my fury. Sure, Chaz has been bullying me since I started at the academy, but it doesn't give me a right to push him down and slash his hopes and dreams. He probably had a reason behind his bullying, I know that, but I couldn't help myself… I feel that I'm not fit to call myself a God of Death either."
Fiona blinked in confusion, never hearing of this Chaz fellow and that Sophie had been suffering because of him all this time. She cracked a smile, a chuckle escaping her lips as she thought to herself. "Your father was the same way," she said, causing Sophie to look back over at her, "but do understand that you can't be everyone's friend. Someone will hate you and you may never know the reason why, but it doesn't mean that you should blame yourself for their behavior towards you. They were being mean to you and that was because of their own selfish reasons. It isn't your fault."
"But…" Sophie said, a sigh escaping her lips as she looked back to the floor and closed her eyes tightly. "It was my fault that a good soul was tainted. Adolf was only trying to defend his brother and I shouldn't have killed him and now Chaz… I'm a monster," she coughed as she held back sobs. "I'm a monster and I know it. I don't deserve everything I have been given… it was just by luck that I was able to live as long as I have. I don't think I can continue with this lie –"
"Don't give me a sob story Sophia," Fiona grumbled, Sophie quickly silenced as she kept her gaze on the floor. Then Fiona sighed, noticing that her tone of voice was harsh. "Look, as I've said you'll have your enemies, but you will also have your friends. There will be beings that will hate you because of your father, your soul, and maybe even because you are a God of Death. I have seen many sympathetic beings like you and they do not last long… so don't let something like this get you down! Stand up tall and proud and go forward! One cannot keep moving forward if they are looking at the past."
Sophie looked up at her and smiled, looking away slightly as she nodded. "Y-yes… okay I will. Thank you," she answered, rubbing her eyes to get rid of the tears. Fiona smiled, noticing her comment had actually gotten through to Sophie. Perhaps she wouldn't end up a tragedy like her father had. "So," she sniffled slightly, "what is my assignment?"
Fiona smiled, standing up and handing her the file in her hand. Sophie took it from her and looked it over as she began to talk. "You will be working by yourself on this last assignment. We are at an odd number this semester and we don't have the time to find you another partner. Because of the council's decision, instead of reviewing this soul for a week it will only be till tomorrow afternoon. If you decide wisely then you will pass and be sent out the following day, but if you do not then… then you will be disposed of properly," she finished, Sophie not liking the worry Fiona had at the end of her speech. "Now," she began again, the worry in her voice quickly gone, "this is short, but we know that you've been out with Grell Sutcliff on missions. A mentor is not supposed to do that, but regardless it has trained you. I wish you the best of luck on your assignment and god speed," she finished with a smile. "Good luck Sophia. You'll need it."
"Thank you Fiona," she smiled back, looking at the picture and name of the soul she would be collecting.
Fiona couldn't help but notice the sad look in her eyes as she stared down at the information. "Is everything alright?" she asked.
Sophie gave her a nod, looking up at her and gave her a reassuring smile, "I am quite alright Fiona. Thank you," she finished as she slipped the file under her arm and began to walk away.
"You're welcome!" Fiona waved to her, a skip in her step as she made her way back to her office.
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Sophie let out a weary sigh as she stood before a large mansion, looking over the name one last time and trying to convince herself she had nothing to worry about. "Crystal Tess O'Reilly Ioreta," Sophie continued to frown to herself, holding onto her standard death scythe tightly as she continued to read over the file. "Born June 4, 1831. Death December 12, 1872 at noon on the Ioreta estate. Soul is under contract with a demon." Then she closed up the file, looking around for the demon she despised. Her time here was very limited, but even so she had to find out about this place. Had her uncle already died? Was her aunt really as evil as she put herself? Will… will Sophie be able to complete her mission? Under the main rules she had been taught, it never said anything about making yourself known to the person she would have to evaluate.
That is exactly what she decided to do, knocking at the door wearing her clean black suit and pulled back auburn hair. When the door opened she frowned, seeing a cut up and bruised demon opening the door with a sly smile on his face. "You have come at my doorstep? How kind of you –"
"Dorren I do not want to hear it," she narrowed her eyes as she stood at the door and looked him over. He was wearing a standard butler uniform, which made her want to rip his face apart. "You should know why I'm here."
"Of course I do," he smirked, "for I've already seen several shinigamis around the mansion last month. It's only a treat that I get to see you here."
"I figured I would see who my demon is before you came and tried to rip me apart," Sophie smirked back, causing Dorren to blink slightly in confusion. "I will be going now, but I will be keeping my eye on you," she said as she turned around and walked away from him. Dorren shook his head and closed the door behind him, not noticing that Sophie had vanished to the other side of the mansion and crept inside. That was the one of the things that she had regained from her powers, her power of stealth. She was able to change what she would be detected as, from shinigami to human and even as nothing at all. That's what she was currently as she slowly looked around the rooms and scouted everything out. She had to find out where Crystal was soon, since she was running out of time.
Cautiously she crept through the house, memories flashing before her as she walked past a memorable item or an unforgettable room. She carefully opened a door and walked into a music room, the white somewhat blinding her. Sophie frowned, walking into the room and walked over to the piano. She placed her hand on top of the wooden frame, a gentle smile coming upon her face as she remembered her mother. Then she heard footsteps and hid in a nearby closet, disappearing before the person walked into the room. Her eyes went wide as the man sat down at the piano and began to play. She couldn't help but smile after a while of listening, remembering how her mother would play her that song on the piano every once in a while. She noticed that the man had a depressed look hidden behind his blue eyes as he played. "Nic!" Sophie jumped back slightly at the noise, a woman calling from a different room.
The man sighed and left the piano, leaving the room completely empty. Sophie opened the closet door and followed behind him, peeking her head into the dining room as he walked into it. There was the soul she was looking for, Crystal Ioreta sitting in one of the chairs as she sipped tea. Sophie sped up and hid behind a drape, hiding her from view of the couple. "Yes Crystal?" he asked, his tone of voice weary.
"Please stop with that infernal racket," she grumbled to herself as she continued to sip her tea, "I was trying to think."
"What for?" he asked, sitting down in a nearby chair and staring at her. The two of them didn't seem very happy with each other as if their marriage had fallen into ruin over the years.
Crystal huffed as she set her tea down, looking rather irritated. "I don't know… we have your grandmother's fortune that she wanted to give to Ellen, that witch, and now we have no children to spend it on. Nic… I think I want a child."
"Oh Crystal," he grumbled as he took out a newspaper and began to read, "You say that every year. We just can't have children and that's that."
She snarled under her breath, picking up her tea cup and gradually sipped it. "That Ellen… what does she has that I don't have? Looks? Fame?"
"Have you ever thought it could be morality?" he told her. "Not that it was the fact she was rich, but was a kind and caring person –"
"Kind and caring my foot," she grumbled under her breath. "She was a bitch! Nothing but a worthless piece of tras –"
"That's enough of what I want to hear about the subject," Nic huffed at her, reading through the paper to try and get his mind off of her.
Crystal blinked at him before sighing and going back to her tea. "Bloody hell Nic. You do not have to be defensive about her."
"She was my sister," Nic said as he turned the page, "and even if she ran off with some… monster, I will not stand for you insulting her memory. When you insult her you insult me, understood?"
Crystal just shook her head, ignoring his comment. "Hey they have a festival for Christmas in London. Do you want to go?"
"Of course," he said, closing the paper and setting it aside.
When she stood up Crystal expected him to walk over to her, but instead he simply left the room. She grumbled under her breath, staring at him as he left. "Rude!... I wonder what has his trousers in a knot," she shrugged, quickly leaving the room. Then Sophie snuck out from her hiding place and followed her, following Crystal around for the rest of the day.
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Sophie sat in a tree right outside Crystal's window and watched as she slept, Sophie deep in her own thoughts. Even if Sophie was a monster to her, Sophie couldn't be biased and let Crystal die just because she hates her. There had to be a good reason, and so far there was. The woman Sophie had called aunt seemed to be a horrible creature even without her around. Crystal would act high and proper whenever she was out, but was really cold, heartless, and would push others down if they stood in their way. Why her uncle married her Sophie doesn't know, but she does know that her uncle despised Crystal as much as everyone else they had encountered during the day. Of course there is always a reason why a being acts the way they do, but even so Sophie could tell that her soul was tainted just by staring at it. Black gunk was taking over her gray soul, her soul slowly turning black. Once the insides of a being's soul was pure black… well that's when Sophie's oath would enter the play. She was also looking at her uncle's soul and noticed that was just as gray as her aunt's, but was having moods swings that would cause his soul to move back and forth from black gunk to white light. She wondered why it could be as she sat in the tree looking at Crystal, pondering to herself. The amazing thing was that Dorren hadn't bothered her the whole time she was there, causing her to be on edge. Whatever he was planning… well Sophie didn't want to know.
What worried her most was why she had to be here. Out of all the souls she could be reaping it has to be her own aunt's. What game is the council playing? This mission isn't for a new shinigami, but for someone older and more experienced with a demon clearly involved. That's what Sophie was worried about, what is their incentive on having her reap this soul?
Just then she heard movement, her thoughts quickly going away as she stood up at the ready for a potential attack. When she saw who came out she narrowed her eyes, seeing the demon creeping about below her. "Aren't you going to come down little reaper?" he laughed, watching as Sophie jumped down from the tree.
"What?" she snarled, "Why aren't you trying to kill me?"
"I wasn't ordered to," he said simply, a sly smirk on his face, "and since you are the only one here, I have you all~ to myself." He smirked, noticing the piercing glare in her eyes. "My master does not know you are still around anyhow… but that doesn't mean I can't toy with you –"
"Who's your master?" Sophie asked roughly, keeping her scythe at the ready. "Crystal? Or is there someone else involved?"
"That is something you will have to find out yourself," he smirked slyly, walking back into the mansion. "And by the way," he began, turning back and giving her a vicious looking smile, "if you plan to take my master's soul then I will have to take yours as a payment." Then he left her, leaving her standing by herself at the base of the tree. She couldn't help but shiver slightly, wondering why no one was watching her. If this was her final assignment, why was no one keeping an eye on her? Sophie let out a sigh and jumped up into the tree, concealing herself among its branches as she stared at Crystal through the window. What Sophie didn't know was another pair of eyes was on her, coated in crystal emerald eyes.
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It was close to the time of Crystal's death. Sophie opened up her pocket watch and looked at the time, '11:54am,' she thought as she snapped the watch closed, 'six more minutes.' Sophie watched at the spectacle before her, staring intently as her uncle and aunt walked into the garden. He said that he had something to show her and Sophie couldn't help but frown, knowing what was going to happen in the back of her mind. They had sent Dorren away, to Sophie's luck, and they were walking alone through large hedges of white flowers. After observing the two of them for the day, Sophie figured her uncle was going to strike her. Why? Sophie wasn't completely sure, but he was in a foul mood anyways. So she stood in the trees watching them, watching the shining steak knife he held behind his back. She looked at her watch again, '11:57am,' she sighed, 'three more minutes.'
That's when she noticed him take Crystal's hand and lead her towards the back, picking a flower and handing it to her. "Dominic," she giggled as she sniffed in the flower, "what is with you? You've been acting odd for a couple of days now. What's the matter?"
He paused and let out a sigh, looking towards the mansion and then back at her. "You know I love you right?" He began, "and I don't want anything to happen to you, but… how you handled everything, my family… my little sister, why? I loved every one of them. Why did you agree with my parents to kick my sister out?"
"W-wha?" she gasped, letting go of his hand in a huff. "What is with these questions? I saved you Dominic! Your parents were going to give half of their inheritance to your despicable sister and I had to stop them. I do not know what your family meant by 'dark soul', but all I know is that your sister got pregnant. Twice! She was only looking for attention… that –"
"Crystal," he growled at her, his hand slightly shivering as he gripped the knife tightly, "Even so, my little sister was the world to me. I know what you did. After she came back you had that demon of yours kill Ellen. Little Elle! I have tried for years to see a reason to forgive you, but I can't seem to get through to you. I used to love you… but now I'm having doubts."
"So what?" she growled at him, "You are just going to throw me away like yesterday's trash! I saved you! I killed for you! And I love you! –"
"You don't act it!" He narrowed his eyes, "You threw out all of Elle's clothes and kept the best jewelry from her. Talk about yesterday's trash; you threw her out! She told me why she ran away, because you… oh how could you do that to her?"
"Do wha –"
"You pushed her down a flight of stairs and almost killed her! Her baby had two more months! Sure my parents were disgusted by her actions and planned on hiding it from the public, but we would have let the little child into our home with open arms. Then you killed it! No wonder she ran off!" Dominic gripped the knife tighter, his knuckle starting to turn white. "Then, after years of not seeing her, she comes back with a little babe. That child… oh she was so beautiful, but you treated them badly. That poor child, without a father, was being ostracized by you –"
"And you, if I'm not mistaken," she huffed back, her eyes angry with his accusations. "You could have said something, but you didn't –"
"Well I was wrong," he narrowed his eyes with a frown on his face. "I was wrong about little Sophia. She may have acted weird, but she was only a child and knew nothing other than dead bodies and cemeteries. I shouldn't have let things go so far –"
"But you did," Crystal smirked, "and now we have the house to ourselves. See Dominic? See it! The world is perfect now! No whiney brats or pesky relatives to choke us out of our savings. Your grandmother's inheritance is ours! Ours!" she crushed the flower and threw it up in the air, causing Sophie to feel rather sick by her accusations. "And we just have to embrace –" She gasped in shock, suddenly noticing the knife embedded in her chest. "D-domin-i-ic?"
"You're a witch," he hissed at her, taking the knife out of her and stabbing it back in her chest with more force, "and you have been envious and greedy ever since you first met Ellen when she back from Greece and decided to attend our wedding. You're sick. You make me sick." Then he threw the knife to the side, watching as she fell to the ground. That's when Sophie jumped down, turning invisible to the humans as she knelt down in front of Crystal. However, Dominic seemed to notice her. "Good, a grim reaper. Take that pitiful soul before that demon of hers comes back," he said, turning his back and about to leave her.
"Y-ou can see me?" Sophie asked as her eyes were on Crystal as she gasped for air. "How?"
"Our family," he chuckled, "is the descendents of a fallen angel. From what my parents told me, anyone with our blood can see the dead. It is… just how it is I guess –"
"S-sophia?" Crystal said as she coughed up blood, causing Dominic to turn around to face the suited up being leering over his wife. "A-a-a-chk!" she coughed, blood streaming out of her mouth as she stared up shocked.
"Sophia?" Dominic asked, walking over to them. His eyes also widened, catching sight of the familiar auburn hair tied up in a ponytail. Before he could grab hold of her shoulder and turn her around, Sophie used her death scythe and cut into Crystal's chest. Then everything stood still, giving Sophie some time to think as she reviewed Crystal's records as they swirled around her.
'According to her records, Crystal was born into a poor Catholic family in Ireland. She had about twelve siblings, herself being the fourth oldest. She hated her life, Sophie saw, even though two of her younger sisters adored her and would try to get her to play with them. At the age of twenty she snuck aboard a ship thinking it was going to France. Instead it went to London, where she met Dominic for the first time. It was a quick glance, barely noticing him as she walked past the noble on the streets. Since she didn't have money, she spent two years as a prostitute by selling her body for the basic necessities like food and shelter. That's when she met him as his family as they came by a shelter she was living in, which they would go to for charity reasons. Dominic gave her a smile and kissed her on the hand, quickly following his parents as they left. Even if it was a simple gesture, Crystal felt the need to have him. Filled with envy for his life full of luxuries, she came across a fortune teller as she was contemplating the thought. Getting a tarot reading, it showed that she would obtain great wealth, but at a horrible price. The price it showed was fire, followed by the devil. Even so, Crystal did not want her dream to be forgotten and decided to find him.
'Crystal was able to get a job close to the family, the Ioreta family she soon learned. She spent her time as a maid, cleaning up the mansion and helping around with the basics. For every moment she spent in the mansion, the more she grew to love Dominic and how he grew to like her. Her dreams were crushed when he was arranged to another woman, a woman of higher stature then her. She felt that all hope was lost and almost gave up, until a divine being came to her in a dream one night calling to her. It was Dorren, Sophie noticed by the white snake slivering around with its amethyst and yellow eyes, calling to Crystal and promising riches in return for her soul. She quickly agreed, the contract consisting that nothing would get in the way of her wealth and that she couldn't be killed by a supernatural being.
'So, after much collaboration, Crystal married Dorren with the background of being a noble instead of a servant. It was at the wedding that Crystal met her, Ellen Ioreta. Ellen's bright smile seemed to light up the room, making everyone around her cheerful to see her. The reason Crystal had never seen her was because Ellen had been in Greece studying the ancients and visiting her ancestry, and Crystal wasn't told till now was because Dorren didn't feel the need to talk about her and thought Ellen was staying in Greece for the rest of her life. Crystal was jealous, envious of Ellen. Then she learned that Ellen would be given half of the inheritance of their grandmother Crystal freaked out, her plans feeling dashed and suddenly hopeless.
'Crystal waited for the grandmother to die of old age, dying almost a year after their wedding. Then she began, starting with Ellen. Ellen almost made things too easy for her, giving her a reason for her parents to hate her because she suddenly became pregnant out of the blue. Crystal didn't see a man at the mansion, but Dorren told her he did. It was a supernatural being, Dorren explained, sneaking off with Ellen and caressing her stomach with a deep longing in his eyes. Crystal never said anything, letting her parents-in-law and husband find out for themselves. How they found out… she really didn't know. Supposedly her mother-in-law caught them, but this wasn't something Crystal cared about. When she heard they were going to let Ellen keep the baby, Crystal became furious. In her hate she pushed Ellen down the stairs, resulting in the baby's death. Ellen had to sit in bed for two months healing, the whole time unable to tell her parents who pushed her for fear that Crystal would do something worse. That's when Ellen ran away, removing one person from the equation.
'Next were Dominic's parents. What she did was simple, giving them food poisoning and causing them to fall ill and die. First it was her mother-in-law and then her father-in-law, the two of them quickly dying in another few months. Everything was going well for Crystal and Dominic, her life now in place with the help of her contracted demon. Then Ellen came back and Crystal became furious. What made her disgusted was when she saw Ellen's daughter and her daughter's beauty, her smile lighting up a room like her mother's did, but she had one thing to play off of, her eyes. The little girl's eyes were peculiar. They were a combination of blue and green, but it gave out an eerie glow at times when she had moodswings. Crystal didn't like this, but used it to her advantage by calling her trash and the scum of the earth because of her eyes. It made the girl feel bad, but it still didn't dispose of her problem and Crystal decided she had to kill Ellen. So she ordered her demon to kill Ellen and sent the child away to a place where no one could find her, not even Dominic.
'After years things were back to normal, but then the child came back. She came with a mysterious man, a mortician nonetheless. How the child was able to escape the orphanage Crystal didn't know, but she knew she would have to rid her of the potential threat. That's when she ordered Dorren to take her hostage, not telling Dominic of her plans. She decided it would be best to give her to the demon, though he insisted on a wedding then simply devouring her. Why? Crystal never knew, but let it be so. On the day of the wedding the child escaped and she sent the demon after her, the demon coming back saying the child had been disposed of.
'At last Crystal's troubles were over. Any competition for their vast inheritance was claimed and nothing stood in her way. She was going to grow old with all of this money, or so she assumed. That was, until Dominic began to act strangely. She noticed it about two months ago, Dominic sitting at the piano in the white music room where Ellen had been murdered and played the piano all day and night. He never left, until she told him to stop playing. She wasn't suspecting anything till Dominic stabbed her, causing her to bleed out. Then she looked up and saw the child she had been told was dead, Sophia standing over her with her eerie blue and green eyes. She tried to scream, but couldn't because of the blood, trying to call out to the demon to save her…'
Sophie blinked and caught her cinematic records in her death scythe, taking hold of the records and putting them into a book that appeared in her hand. Her decision was made; her aunt would be allowed to die.
"Crystal Tess O'Reilly Ioreta, Born June 4, 1831. Death by wound to the chest on December 12, 1872. Soul under contract with the demon, Dorren Apbolos."
Then time began again, Dominic turning her around to see her face. He backed up in fear, noticing her still looming over the body and looking at it. "W-what are you?" he gasped and turning pale as if he was seeing a ghost.
"I am Sophia Maurus Ioreta Serbus, servant of the darkness and God of Death," she stated to him, her eyes glowing yellow as she looked over Crystal's body with a vacant expression. "Also a grim reaper, whom is here for the soul of Crystal Tess O'Reilly Ioreta." Then she found what she was looking for, taking a gray looking substance from Crystal's body. Automatically Sophie summoned a small bottle and placed the soul inside, closing it with a cork before standing up. "And so you know," she said as she was about to leave, "I forgive you… okay?" she smiled to him, causing him to gasp slightly.
"L-little Sophia…" he frowned, feeling a stinging pain in his chest. He couldn't help but stare at her eyes, seeing the crystal blue that her mother had in her mysterious eyes.
Dominic cracked a smile and nodded, feeling as if a great strain was taken off of his shoulders. With that Sophie took off, hoping the demon wouldn't be back for the soul. As that thought came across her mind, she felt something else in the back of her mind to run faster. She turned around and her eyes widened, seeing a purple haze coming towards her. Without a second notice she was grabbed from behind and thrown backwards, flying back into the garden and smashing through a wall of the house. Things were happening too fast for Sophie because she didn't have all of her powers yet, the demon in front of her without a second notice. The demon growled at her and scratched at her clothes, trying to find the soul Sophie had taken. "Where is she? Where's my soul?"
"Gone," Sophie huffed, narrowing her eyes at him as he grabbed her by her necktie, "forever. Sorry demon, but she's gone and I'm not bringing her back –"
She coughed slightly, the demon's hand wringing tighter around her neck. "You filthy bitc –" Then he smirked, leaning into her with a sly smirk on his face, "Well… if that's the case, then I'll have to take your soul," he laughed, licking her face and causing her to quiver away in disgust.
As he lunged for her Sophie grabbed her scythe and stuck it into his chest, making him gasp out in shock. "Efutue!" she yelled at him, his hand throwing her over to the side as she coughed up blood.
She tried to scramble away but yelled out in pain, the death scythe being thrown into her hand and stopping her. "You know I tried," he growled at her, leaning over her and stabbed the scythe deeper into her hand, "but you don't seem to like me. I would have let you live, but –"
He growled, wiping the sudden spit from his face as Sophie snarled at him. "I would rather die than stay with you," she narrowed her eyes, letting out a cry as he slammed his foot into her chest.
"Demon get off of her," she heard from behind, Dorren laughing as he stood up and kicked Sophie's body over to the side.
"And what are you going to do about it, human? –" he gasped, a sword piercing his chest as Dominic narrowed his eyes at him.
"This," he answered, kicking his body away and quickly running over to Sophie. He let out a sigh of relief, picking up her body and waking her up. "Good you're alright," he chuckled, "I-I don't think I could live with myself if you died too."
Sophie nodded and let him carry her, ripping the cracking scythe from her hand with a snarl as she put it back in her holster. "Y-you… you need to run. If not he-e'll kill you also –"
"I do not care," Dominic said roughly as he stared forward and ran off of the estate. "I owe it to your mother." She blinked in confusion as he took off, jumping off of him with a stumble. "W-what are you doi –"
"Just hang on," Sophie said, closing her eyes and letting out a sigh.
Upon hearing Dorren's footsteps Sophie opened her eyes and Dominic gasped, watching as the yellow swirled around violently in her eyes. Then she took off into the sky, her black wings struggling slightly to lift them into the air as they began to fly. "W-wha – AAAHHHH!" he yelled, grabbing hold of Sophie tightly as he was close to falling.
"What did I say about hanging on?" Sophie grumbled, having to hold him instead of him holding her as they flew off. Then of nowhere a bright energy came from Dorren and she flinched back, shielding her eyes from the bright light. She gasped, having to change her direction of flight as a white, giant, flying serpent suddenly came at her. She narrowed her eyes as she saw that the serpent had bright amethyst and yellow eyes with some of its scales being pure black instead of white, but the white glow made the black scales look gray. Her sword appeared by her side and she took it out, letting out a yell as she slashed at it as she went past.
The serpent growled and blew a purple poisonous smoke at her, temporary blinding her as it snarled and slashed at her. Sophie evaded its claws just in time, but her wings weren't as luckily. As they made it out of the smog, Sophie began to fall down and down to the earth, one of her wings sizzling from the blow and toxic fumes. "Sophie!" Dominic gasped, coughing slightly as she began to fall unconscious. She really wasn't expecting to have to use her powers so quickly, but now she couldn't keep control of them. He growled, "Calm down and just keep flying," he said roughly, grabbing hold of her arms as they kept falling.
Then his hands began to glow a white substance and Sophie gasped, suddenly feeling the strength she needed to keep going. She grabbed hold of Dominic tightly and flew back up, slashing the serpent in the face and causing it to hiss. Then she slammed her sword into the top of its head and it screeched in pain, falling back down to earth. Sophie let out a gasp as she began to fly again, looking back and noticing that the haze from her wings was spewing out white haze instead of black. "H-how…"
Dominic smiled as Sophie kept flying, as she kept a large distance from herself and the ground. "Some Ioretas have had… well defects. My great uncle had wings, most of us can see the dead, and a few are more supernatural then human. That's why… why what I had done to you and your mother was unacceptable," he sighed, "and I need to protect you instead of harming you. I know that now."
Sophie smiled and nodded, his hands holding tightly around her waist as she swooped down and landing. "Then that explains why my brother has wings also," she smirked, setting him down as her wings disappeared.
"Y-your brother –"
"He's dead," she said roughly, causing him to be silent, "but he would have been born with his wings attached to him. Because of our father they are black, but that is quite alright." Dominic nodded and smiled, letting Sophie wander off slightly to look for the demon.
Then Dorren jumped out of a tree and hissed at her, throwing a knife at her. Sophie gasped and was unable to turn around quick enough, Dominic jumping in front of her before the knife got close enough. "Uncle Nic!" Sophie gasped, her body still weakened by the poison it was still processing. They both flinched and paused, slowly opening their eyes at the same time and looking up. Dominic gasped, seeing a being standing in front of him wearing a long black cloak, concealing his face from Dominic as he turned around. "D-death?" Sophie gasped, noticing that he had grabbed the blade with his hand and it was currently bleeding out blood.
"You did a good thing Sophia," Death said as he took the knife from his hand and it dropped to the ground, "but I will handle it from here."
"W-wha… are you okay?" she asked, walking over to him and examining his hand. Her eyes widened, noticing that there was no flesh on his hand and it was just white and gray bone.
"I am completely fine," he said simply, letting Sophie's hand flop back to her side as she went into a deep thought. She was speechless, for he appeared as the Death everyone would describe about, an old skeleton without skin wearing a black cloak to conceal itself and holding an old and worn out scythe. If it hadn't been for the green haze that seemed to be coming from his eyes, Sophie wouldn't have even known it was the Death she had been talking to her earlier. "You must be surprised by my appearance."
"N-no! I mean…" she paused, looking away and at the ground.
"I am sometimes in this form, but don't worry. This isn't my true self," he smirked, giving Dominic a nod as he looked back at the demon. It snarled at them, unable to get close because of the figure standing in front of Sophie.
Then Dominic approached Dorren, taking a few steps forward and passed them. "Hey demon!" he called to it, "I want to make a contract with you."
"O~ohh?" Dorren chuckled, jumping down from the tree and approaching him. Sophie gasped, about to run over to him, but Death quickly stopped her by holding out a black sleeve to her. "And what would this contract be, human?"
"That you obey my every order, and also any being cannot kill me but only a natural death can kill me," Dominic stated, deciding to not take the same mistake as his wife did. "And you will serve me until my death, understood?"
"And what do I get in return?" he slurped, eyeing Sophie with yearning.
"My soul, an angelic soul," Dominic stated, "and the souls I have collected over the years. How about that?"
The demon smirked, hearing exactly what he wanted. "I accept your offer," he smiled to him, grabbing hold of his collar and staring into his eyes. "Until the day Death takes hold of you, I will obey your every order and not let anything or anyone kill you until you die of natural causes."
"W-wait Uncle –"
"Let it happen," Death said, Sophie looking up at him shocked as he looked down at her. "It needs to happen."
Then the demon bit down on his neck and Dorren screamed out, the demon causing an insignia of a serpent to appear on his neck, like the one Sophie had battled in the sky. She was too far away to see it completely, but saw it was a circular insignia. He let Dominic flop over, his body falling to the ground as Dorren slurped up the blood on his two sharp pointed teeth, "Besides, an eternal existence is never fun without some entertainment," he chuckled, looking over to Sophie as she stared in horror at Dominic's body. "Now back to you," he chuckled, slyly walking over to her as she hid behind Death.
"Demon," Dominic said in a half awoken state, surprising Dorren that he was still conscious. "I order you to never see and touch Sophia Maurus Ioreta Serbus."
He narrowed his eyes, now seeing Dominic's real reason for making a contract with him. "Yes, my lord." Then he roughly turned away, giving Sophie one last look before attending to his master on the ground.
"N-Nic! Uncle Nic?" Sophie couldn't help but say, tears beginning to fall down her face. "How could you!" she growled, being pulled away by Death's arm, "I don't need your help! –"
"I had to," he said as he slowly got off of the ground, his hand holding on tightly to his neck as he let out rough pants. "I have a debt to repay. I told your mother that I would keep her safe forever, but since she is dead I will take care of you… until I cannot be alive anymore." Sophie bit down on her lip, pulling on Death's sleeve as he held her back.
"But…"
Dominic smiled, "Live well. You deserve it. Don't hate me for this… just forgive me," he finished, having the demon take him back to the mansion and leaving Death and Sophie in the woods.
She shook her head as tears fell down her face. "I forgive you!" she yelled to him, "I really do!" she chuckled slightly, a smile back on her face as she rubbed her eyes. Then she let out a sigh, turning around and heading back to the shinigami realm.
Marius appeared out of nowhere, bowing down to Death before walking over to him. "Here you go," he said as he handed him something, looking battered up and bruised.
Sophie gasped, narrowing her eyes and pushing on Death's back roughly. "What is this!" she said as she pointed to her brother. "What are you having him do?"
"That is none of your concern," Death answered her sternly, before he was about to say something to Marius.
"Of course it is," she snarled at him. "As head of the Serbus household, I have a right to know what every member of my family is doing, dead or alive. I am guessing Marius feels obligated to be indebted to you since you raised him, but I need to know everything he does before you send him out on dangerous business. I won't have a member of my family dying without my knowledge."
"Are you simply saying this so I can keep in touch with you?" Death asked, causing Sophie to look over at him shocked. "Come then," he said to Sophie, sending Marius off as they walked back to the shinigami realm, "there is something I need to say to these… shinigamis."
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"… I do not mind seeing beings that help make my job easier," Death continued as he talked to a bunch of frightened shinigamis, whom call themselves the council, "but I also know how your organization works. This being said, your behavior is highly unacceptable. Having one student take their assignment in less than two days, while other students have a week, is intolerable. Also giving a student an assignment that has a demon involved, which should have been given to a shinigami with more experience… this I cannot allow. In this line of work, it has to be an experienced shinigami who takes this assignment, not a graduating student with barely has any experience. And… not having a shinigami watch over the student as they complete their field work. With the other students you have someone watching over them, but not this one?" Death narrowed his eyes and stared them all down before continuing on. "I had to take time out of my schedule to watch this shinigami, while the rest of you have not been doing a thing. I have had to do this two other times this year, and I must say I am getting fed up with your lack of services. If you continue with your foul behavior, I will terminate this organization until nothing is left. Got that?"
One of the shinigamis coughed, standing up tall and proud as he collected himself. "We understand your anger and we do not want you against us," he began, "and we are sorry for the inconvenience. In the future, we will make sure every student has a mentor watching over them during their last exam."
"Thank you," Death said with a nod as he turned around. "And by the way," he said with a pause, causing the council to stop as they began to stand up and leave, "I will not be meeting with you this month. This will be your punishment for your incompetence," he finished, pushing the doors open and walking out of the room. Then he turned to Sophie, noticing that she was sitting nervously on a bench waiting for him to come out. "Young Serbus," he called to her, causing her to perk up and look up at him, "I accept your proposal. I am sorry for my lack of communication. Since your brother is in my service, I will have someone send you everything Marius Serbus will be doing for the month once you have settled down in your new location. Understood?" he asked, holding out his right hand.
Sophie hesitated for a moment, seeing that it was still all bone, but she smiled to him and shook it. "Understood," she repeated to him, watching as he let go and gave her a nod. In a blink of an eye he disappeared, Sophie looking around slightly as she glanced around the hallway from him.
Then she let out a sigh, deciding to wander around as she waited for her instructions. "Sophia!" Sophie heard from behind, seeing Fiona calling over to her. Sophie nodded to her, walking over to her. "So you're back. That was quic – what happened to you!" she gasped, looking at Sophie's attire.
Sophie blinked in confusion and looked down at herself, giving an 'oh' as she noticed her clothes. They were cut up and she had some caked blood on her suit. In all honestly, she didn't think she looked that bad. She picked up her scythe and the blade fell off of the handle; Sophie grabbing the handle and the blade in separate hands. "Yeah… I ran into some trouble," she chuckled, holding onto the scythe in one hand as she gave her a shrug. "So… do you know when they'll tell me my performance? No one was watching me though… so that can prove difficult."
"Really?" Fiona frowned, "I could have sworn… Well go hand your death scythe to room F143. They will let you know when you pass tomorrow and give you your ticket for whatever means of transportation they want you to go on." Then she let out a sigh, a frown still on her face. "I will miss you Sophia."
"Hey so will I," she smiled to her, giving her a big hug before parting ways. "I will never forget you Fiona, alright?"
"Alright," Fiona waved to her, watching as Sophie walked to the stairs and disappeared.
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Sophie let out a sigh, setting her bag down as she trudged through the back door and walking to the living room. "Back little maide – why are your clothes cut up?" the Undertaker asked, watching as she threw her bag away and automatically began to walk into the bathroom.
"Demon," she stated. Then her eyes widened when the Undertaker grasped her shoulders suddenly and stared at her with both worry and rage in his eyes, demanding an explanation. "They sent me to reap the soul of my… of my aunt," she said, letting out a sigh as she looked away from him. "I watched as she killed off my family, but never suspecting that Uncle Dominic would kill her in the end. Then the demon she was contracted to attacked me… it was Dorren," she said sadly as she felt her tears coming back to her eyes. "And now I know why he took me away from you," she hiccupped, holding onto her chest as she felt a sharp pain in her heart, "and Uncle Dominic… he saved me. He made a contract with the demon and Dorren is now ordered to stay away from me until Nic's death… oh no I couldn't stop him! Death showed up and wouldn't let me go and stop Uncle Nic! I-I… I… oh god."
"Sophia…" he said in a calm voice, wrapping his sleeves around her as she began to weep. Sophie was beginning to crumble, leaning against his chest as her cried into her hands. "It's alright… It's alright."
"N-no it's not," she answered with a slight snarl. "My only living relative is contracted to a demon and the only reason he did it was because he felt bad for my mom's death. If Death hadn't showed up I would have died! A-and… and I'm leaving." She whimpered and bit down on her lip, "and I'm leaving you. I don't want to… Undertaker!" she called for him, wrapping her arms around him as she buried her head into his chest. "I don't want to go! Undertaker, I love you! Please don't have me go! Pleas –"
"Sophia…" he said calmly, rubbing her back as she continued to cry. "I love you too," he let her go slightly so she could look up at him, a compassionate smile on his face as he looked down at her, "but even if I do, I can't have you living here for the rest of your existence. This is a great time for some change, to see the world outside of this stuffy old morgue and cemetery. There will be new difficulties, but there will be new experiences too. You need to grow more, Sophia, so you can come back here and prove to the world who you really are, Sophia Serbus, daughter of the late Maurus Serbus."
Sophie's eyes widened, trying to search in his eyes for any blemishes, but she saw nothing and smiled. "Y-you really think this is the best idea? For me to leave?" She rubbed her eyes, walking away from him and into the bathroom. "I-I'm going to take a bath. It may be the last one I can get for a while."
"Of course," he smiled, letting her tend to her own business as he finished up his own.
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Sophie jumped the Undertaker from behind as he sat on a coffin; just as he had made a pot of tea and had brought in two beakers full of tea into the main room. He had been sitting there patiently, but didn't have to wait long since he didn't notice her sneak up behind him. "What is with this love~ly~ surprise?" he asked, a chuckle of amusement in his voice.
"I understand now," she giggled into his back, the Undertaker raising an eyebrow as he shifted slightly to look at her, "that I need to leave to grow. A baby bird needs to spread its wings and leave the nest, right?" Then she chuckled, letting out a sad sigh as she laid her head on his back and hugged his shoulders tightly. "Just… I don't want you to be lonely." He blinked in confusion, a smile caressing his lips as Sophie continued. "I think I said already that no one should be lonely… well isn't that why I'm here? To keep you company? Besides… we're a sporadic pair, aren't we?" she chuckled, brushing her nose on the back of his coat.
Then she giggled as the Undertaker chuckled and pulled her onto his lap, nuzzling his nose into her neck. "Oh little maiden…" he chuckled, giving her a kiss on the cheek as she continued to giggle in his grasp. "Thank you… I have learned so much from you, if you can believe that. I will tell you the truth. I do not want you to go, but let us enjoy our time together, shall we?"
Sophie smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, noticing his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer to him. "Of course," she giggled, looking over at curiosity as he handed her some tea. She smiled to him and took the beaker, slowly drinking the tea as she looked into his eyes. She couldn't help but smile, noticing he had moved his bangs away from his eyes himself instead of her having to do it for him. Then she set the beaker down and snuggled her head into his neck, refusing to let him go. "Can we sleep in a coffin then?"
"Of course," he chuckled, shifting his head and kissing the top of her head, "but fi~rst…"
He smirked and set their cups of tea down, grabbing hold of her body and picking her up. "W-what I didn't mean now!" Sophie growled, letting out a yelp when he threw her over his shoulder and skipped around the room. Then the Undertaker sat her down on a coffin and went over to the door and locked it, flipping the open sign to closed and turning back with a devious grin on his face. "Undertaker… w-what's with that grin?" she frowned, scooting away slightly as he advanced back to her.
"I'm simply enjoying your company," he grinned, his hands slivering around her body and pulling her back up, "and I think you deser~ve another punishment..." Then he pulled at her necktie and took it off, discarding it on the floor. "I can't have that sneaky demon's germs all over you. Besides I need to examine your wounds anyways."She blinked in confusion and backed away, causing him to frown and let her go.
"Wait," she insisted, stepping away from him as she fiddled around with her collared shirt with uneasiness. "Just… I-I want to do something," she smiled to him, then closing her eyes as she held her hands to her heart. Then a bright light surrounded her, instantly changing her clothes from her shinigami suit to her white dress and golden robe. When she opened her eyes Sophie looked down in embarrassment, her hands still pulled tightly against her chest. "W-weird… must have been Uncle Nic's soul," she thought to herself before giving the Undertaker a smile. "I… I-I don't know why I remind you of someone, but I know who you remind me of." Then Sophie casually walked up to him, grabbing his coat and began unbuttoning it, "I-I am yours correct? I want to give you everything. Everything that makes me Sophia Serbus I want to give you. Just as long as when I come back here you show me a genuine smile on your face and embrace me like you always do… I-I want to stay yours Undertaker. I…" She grumbled to herself and pushed her head into his chest, his outer coat unbuttoned as she grabbed hold of his shirt.
He blinked at her and then smiled, a thrilled chuckle escaping his lips as he wrapped his arms around her. "I can't believe my little maiden loves me so," he whispered to no one in particular, letting go of Sophie slightly as she lifted her head and looked up at him in awe with her crystal blue and shinigami green eyes. The Undertaker grinned, seeing no blemishes and only innocence in her mystical eyes. He let his coat slip down and fall to his feet, grabbing his chain of lockets before they fell. He unclipped it and set it gently down on a nearby coffin, stripping himself of his hat and pants before grabbing hold of Sophie again in a passionate kiss. His hands rubbed all around her body, pushing her slightly until she was leaning against a large coffin.
He grabbed the lid and set it aside, grabbing Sophie again in a deep kiss and made her moan out in pleasure. "You made a big enough coffin?" she asked once they parted.
The Undertaker chuckled and leaned his head to her ear, his lips breathing into her ear and making her shudder. "Of course I did. I improved, didn't I?" Sophie giggled and slipped her head past his, biting down on his neck as she grabbed his face gently. He smirked and moaned slightly, his hands wandering down her waist and slipping off her rope, followed by the dress. He grabbed hold of her waist and set her inside of the coffin, climbing into the coffin and hovering over her bare naked body.
He grinned cunningly and kissed her on the lips, his tongue trailing down her body and towards her chest. She tilted back her head and moaned, the Undertaker biting down on one of her nibbles and making her shudder. Then he left her breast and kissed the scar on her chest, kissing it tenderly as she continued to moan. His hand lingered down to her legs and he rubbed her thigh, Sophie shuddering and tilting her body slightly towards his hand. "U-undertaker…" she said as she looked down at him, feeling his hands upon her leg and sensitive area. "A-aahhmmm… w-wait…" she shuddered, causing him to stop and look up at her.
He smirked and shifted her, letting him settle down into the coffin with his hands wrapped around her. "I knew you wouldn't want me to – l-little maiden?" he froze as Sophie crawled onto his stomach and began licking his chest. He moaned quietly, feeling her soft body pressed up against him. Then she bit down hard on his scar, causing him to groan and arc his body by the sudden pain. Sophie sank her teeth into his chest and moaned into his chest, lapping up his blood and sucking hard on his chest. He rubbed his hands on her back, a giggle escaping his lips as her head pressed into his chest. "You don't have to go overboard Sophia…" he sighed with pleasure, Sophie lifting her head up slightly and giving him a smile.
"Sorry if I like to bite," she smirked, shuffling up his body slightly so she could see his eyes better, "but you can blame Grell for that."
"I will have to thank him in person," he chuckled, one of his hands pushing down on her rump and pressing her body into his. Then his smile changed slightly, giving her a pleased look on his face. "You will stay a vir~~gin~ for me~, won't you?" he asked, pressing her head into the bottom of his neck gently.
"Yes," she answered him quickly, nuzzling her head into his chest, "I will…" He smiled and tilted her head up slightly; taking his nail and cutting into the bottom of his neck were Sophie's head was. "U-undertaker –"
"Take it," he instructed her, "until you fall asleep…" Then he moaned slightly as she sucked on his skin, slurping up all his blood. Sophie smiled to herself and continued to suck on him, long after the cut he had made on his neck disappeared.
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Sophie smiled as Grell, Margaret, Julia, Alex, and the Undertaker had come to say their goodbyes before she boarded a ship. Grell and Julia were clinging to her, refusing to let go. "G-guys you're c-choking me!" Sophie gasped, still smiling as she was hugging them back and refusing to let them go.
"Come on you guys, give her some room," Alex said in a huff, pulling Julia off of her as Grell let go on his own. "I need to give you something anyways," he shrugged, walking over to Sophie as she looked at him with curiosity. He handed her a pocket knife and she looked with curiosity, noticing the intercut engravings on the handle. "This is one of my family's knifes. See," he said as he pointed to an image of a fox, "that's my family's symbol. It's a demon knife, so it has the effect as a demon claw would have on an angel and other being, and I hope... it keeps you safe."
"Thank you Alex," she smiled, grabbing him in a tight hug as they quickly parted. Then she put the knife in her bag, setting it down in a place where she would easily find it again.
"Sophie open this!" Grell exploded, unable to contain his excitement. "It's your Christmas present! I almost forgot to give it to you, but I found it before I came here! I really hope you like it."
Sophie stared at the box, noticing it was red. Then she opened it and smirked, noticing that it was a pair of pajamas. They were red pajamas, made out of very fine silk. "T-this must have been expensive Grell," she said, feeling the fabric as she laid it on her body and made sure it fit.
"I made it myself!" he smiled happily, his grin growing wider as he noticed Sophie's joyful smile. "I know how you like pants, so it's a shirt and pant type. You can wear it around as everyday wear for all I care! I was sick of you using my own pajamas while you were staying with me, and I figured you were wearing the Undertaker's clothes every night," he said in a huff, "so this is the most practical gift for a young lady!"
"T-thank you Grell," she laughed, grabbing him in a hug once again before slowly parting. "I can't thank you enough."
"You're welcome Sophia," he smiled back, holding back his enviable tears as they noticed that the ship was beginning to send their passengers onto the floating craft.
"If that is it then I need to go," Sophie said, giving each of them a big hug before making her way to the Undertaker. Then she smiled to him, taking a small wrapped box out of her pocket as she handed it to him. He looked at her with curiosity, noticing the wide smile on her face as she was excited about the present. "I figured I should give you your Christmas present now. I would rather see your face when you opened it then not see it at all." Then she heard the ship blow its steam and she quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek, pausing slightly as she let go, "I will see you later, alright?"
The Undertaker chuckled back, giving her a kiss on the cheek as he gently brushed her cheek. "Alright. Good bye Sophia," he said, watching as she ran off and disappeared into the crowd. "Good luck little maiden," he whispered to himself, looking down at his box and began to open it.
"Oh there she is!" Julia yelled, waving to her as they noticed Sophie standing on the deck of the ship and waved to them.
The Undertaker opened the box and smiled, noticing it contained a silver mourning locket. He paused, observing that it had an engraving of the Serbus crest on the front. He opened the inside and looked in it, noticing that it had a picture of Sophie when she was around the age of eight on the right side and on the left side had a pressed bluebell that fit perfectly into the locket. He bit down his bottom lip and looked up, watching as Sophie waved to him as she noticed that he saw the present. Sophie blew them a kiss and continued to wave, the Undertaker still looking at the ship as it disappeared into the horizon.
"L-little maiden..." he said to himself with a clear tone of sadness in his voice, the sightseers having already left and leaving him alone at the port. Then it dawned on him: she was really gone... gone for good.
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William coughed to himself as he made it to his office, looking confused when he noticed a present on his desk. He set down his tea on his desk and decided to look at the present, figuring it had something to do with Christmas. He found a card attached to it and looked at it:
William T. Spears
From: Sophia Ioreta
Merry Christmas! I hope this brings back memories.
He shrugged and sat down at his desk, deciding to open the gift now then wait till later. Once he opened the top he paused, his face turning pale as he uncovered its contents. He took out his present and looked it over, noticing the intercut insignia on the leather part of the belt in his hand. Then he looked down, noticing a small tin box. He opened it and bit down on his bottom lip, close to tearing up. "Addie..." he said with a deep longing in his voice, letting out a cough as the door flew open and Grell ran into the room.
"Look Will~iam!" Grell giggled as he twirled around with a red and black dress in his hands. "Sophie gave me such an exotic dress! I think its Spanish – hey are you okay?"
William let out a quick cough to hide his expression and set the present behind his desk, away from Grell's overseeing eyes. "I am quite alright. I'm just annoyed that you came in here unannounced," he narrowed his eyes, flinching back slightly when Grell let out a high pitched squeal and began to yell at him. William didn't pay much heed to Grell, wondering how on earth Sophie was able to get him a belt made from Saint Bertwald and made by his own siblings, or perhaps their children now. He sadly sighed, sitting back in his desk and sipped his tea as he pondered about everything, especially his family.
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A/N: All I have to say is that I wanted to end it on a sad note, especially with William at the end. Poor Grell, not knowing what's going on with William XD For clarification, Sophie was stripped down to nothing, but the Undertaker had his underwear on. Yeah, before you ask ^^ I would have added all the presents Sophie handed out and the things her friends gave her, but only a few needed to be said. Plus I was running out of room and didn't want this chapter to be too long… though it already is anyways =3 Oh well! I hope you guys enjoyed this arc! Chapter 30 will start with a time lapses, so be prepared ^^ Thank you to all my reviewers and everyone else who reads this fanfic. I'm glad that so many people seem to like this story! It gives me a reason to keep writing =D
mule – Greek – bastard
Tess – Greek – harvester
O'Reilly – Irish – grandson of Reilly
Dominic – English – of the Lord
Efutue – Latin – fuck off; literally 'fuck away'