Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Heh the fun begins here XD Anyways I hope you enjoy this new part in the plot. Tell me what you think! Goods? Bads? Whatever ^^ ENJOY! =D
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Sophie's eyes widened with horror one of her dreaded nightmares was springing to life before her very eyes. In front of her bodies crept, moaning and groaning in agony as they walked from the shadows and crept into the room towards her desk. "W-what –" she gasped in horror as one lunged at her, it's decaying eyes filled with fury. The body grabbed at her neck and began to choke her with both hands, Sophie held out her hand at the others as they began to claw and gnaw on her limbs.
"You kill-d us," the decaying body moaned at her as it continued to strangle her.
"I'm sorry damn it! I don't –" she coughed, the hand pressing its thumbs deeper into her neck and digging into her throat.
"Don't interrupt me!" it roared at her, Sophie staring up in horror as she saw goop dripping down from its mouth and onto the ground. "You h-d four th-sand y-ars to make am-ds, but -et you -ave not rezzrr-cted us. We ang-y, we hung-y, we w-nt yo-r soo-l," it moaned in her face, a cold breath breathing into her mouth and causing her to cough again from the strong scent of death.
Then she felt a firm hand placed on her shoulder, picking her up and shaking her. Her eyes widened in horror at the body roaring at her, slapping it across the face and kicking at its stomach. "Agh! No let go!" she screamed, kicking him back into the shadows as she pulled out a small pocket knife from her clothes and slashed it at the other bodies. "Get back you! Stay back animus, stay back!" she yelled, falling out of her chair and stumbling to her feet, holding her knife in front of her and slashing it around the room.
She whimpered in fear, slowly walking backwards as the decaying and mummified bodies moaned and groaned at her, making their way to her. She let out a sudden 'oof', shuddering with horror as she realized she had pushed herself into a corner. She held up her knife defensively in front of her, her eyes wide as the body that had been strangling her appeared in front of the crowd. "You kill-d us," the body moaned, "-nd def-led us. You -ook aw-y our soo-ls i-to your pow-rs. How -an a god -o -is to us?"
"I-I'm sorry," she began to sniffle with fear its words, "but I d-on't recall doing that –" Then she let out a terrified shriek, unable to back away anymore as she began to slash her knife around. "Let go of me! Let go! Don't eat me!" she cried, bodies from behind her grabbing hold of her shoulders and shoving her into the ground. Sophie growled as she clawed her hands at them, trying to fend them off with her hands as her knife was scooted away from her. "No! No! No… no…" she began to cry quietly, the body standing in front of her with a ghostly presence over her.
It knelt down next to her, looking over at her left hand and pulling it from a body that was holding her arm down. "Anubis," the body said in a clear voice, her eyes widening in horror at the soft voice of a child, "Death, god who killed us for my forefather's mistakes against the servants of their god, we know it's you." He pulled at her glove and threw it to the side, Sophie whimpering in pain as a sting washed throughout her hand. "We can tell by your brand," he explained, holding up her hand at her and showing the mark that had been created.
Sophie whimpered in fright, seeing an insignia of a large skull head intertwined with thorns weaving in and out of the skull on her hand. It was burnt on her hand as if a cow prong had been pressed into her skin and left her left hand red and pudgy. She clawed at the body and cursed at him, Sophie flopping her hand back on ground in pain. She whimpered, slowly bringing the hand closer to her body in an attempt to stop it from burning. "W-wha?" she trembled, looking at her left hand in terror. "Wha… what he…"
"Who i- t-is man Death?" the body moaned, the childlike voice gone from his lips as it began to speak in an eerie tone. "You -ve all-ay- b-n Death –"
"I am not Death!" she growled, glaring daggers at the body and trying to push the rotting bodies off of her. "I am not! Not! Stop it! I am not Anubis! Not Death! I am Sophia, Sophia Serbus! A human! A dead human soul! Now leave me alone!" she cried, sinking her teeth into the arm on her shoulder and pushing the bodies to the side. Sophie stood up to run for the door, only to be pressed roughly against the back wall.
Looking at the body carefully, she could see that had been mummified, but had been badly taken care of. Its eyes were all gone, skin peeling off and dropping onto the ground. Wrappings were all over its body, but yet she could see a faint trail of the outfit it is wearing. A white robe and… gold? Why was this ghost after her? She had never seen it before except in a nightmare, but even there dead bodies never came up and talked to her until now. What had Michael done to her? "Human?" its voice turned to a child's tone for a split second before it went back to sounding creepy. "You… you ar- diff-ent."
"I am," she growled roughly, "and I don't even know why you're here –"
"We -ave alw-ys b-n h-re," it huffed. "-ways -ere in-ide of -ou. You do not kno- -is? You d-vour soo-ls all the -ime –"
"I do not," she narrowed her eyes. "I don't do that anymore –"
"-gard-ess you to-k away the -ife f-om my boody," it growled, "-nd we all dem-nd sat-s-action. We -ant your hu-an soo-l: give it -o us! –"
"No! No!" Sophie screamed, its hand pressing itself against her mouth trying to silence her.
"Silence!" it growled at her, her eyes staring at him in terror as his hand reached out for her heart. "You h-ve no po-er ov-r us a-ymore. You –pris-ned us -or -ears. We -ant to -e free."
"F-free?" she mumbled in its hand, staring at it confused as it pressed its hand into her chest. Then she began to scream, feeling her heart beating out of her chest as the body tried to rip her soul from her body. Sophie didn't know what stung first, the hand by her side laying limp and burning up her arm or the bones and dead skin ripping into her chest and clawing at her body.
She whimpered and closed her eyes tightly, dreaming for this nightmare to go away. "Serbus can you hear me?" she heard a gentle whisper next to her, Sophie opening her eyes widely to see Fiona standing next to her.
"O-obki?" she shuddered, looking up and seeing that it was Jericho that had pinned her to the wall and not an undead body. "W-wha… what's –"
"Sophie are you in there?" Fiona stared into her eyes, Sophie seeing a faint blue, green, and yellow glow shining in the reflection in Fiona's eyes. "Are you still here?"
"Fi-ona," Sophie coughed into Jericho's hand, spatting up blood as her chest still felt that it had been ripped open and her heart exposed. She looked down at her chest and let out a relieved whimper, noticing that she had only been hallucinating the bodies. "W-hat is happening?"
"Let me see your hand," Fiona insisted, Sophie trying to raise her left hand up, but was feeling incredibly weak as the pain shot up her arm. Fiona grabbed Sophie's left hand and inspected it, pressing a gentle finger on to top, only for Fiona to flinch away at the pain that suddenly shot up her body by simply touching the marking.
"What is that?" Jericho asked, his hand wavering from her mouth as he tried to look at the marking.
"She has been marked," Fiona frowned, "as a bringer of Death. That's the skull head." Then she sighed, letting Sophie's hand drop aimlessly to her side, "and the thorns is the other soul inside of her. You know that she has another soul inside of her correct?"
"Yes I already knew that," Jericho nodded, "but how do you know this –"
"Someone I knew a long time ago had the exact same insignia," Fiona frowned, "but I never knew there could be others out there with the same markings –"
"What is happening to me? Fiona!" Sophie began to yell again, Jericho's hand swiftly coming over her mouth so they wouldn't bring about a scene.
"Your father told me that he had a soothsayer seal the other soul inside of him away so he never had this problem… Sophie what are you yelling about?" Fiona asked calmly.
"There's these bodies," Sophie whimpered and shook her head, "and they said I ate them, and they want my soul, and I only see them in my nightmares, but they never start walking up to me and communicating, and –"
"Calm down," Fiona held up her hand to her. "I don't know what is going on, but we'll figure it out. This has never happened, you see, and – Shit what is that?"
"What are you talking abou –" Sophie yelped, icy cold hands grabbing hold of her shoulders and pulling on her. She looked behind her and her eyes widened, seeing that deformed and decaying hands were coming from the back wall created by her black haze. "Fiona help!"
Jericho ripped at the hands trying to grab her, but they flung his arms away and shoved him to the ground. A hand wrapped around her mouth before Sophie let out a bloodcurdling scream, the sound not making its way to the shinigamis in the room as she was pulled into the wall. "Grab my hand!" Jericho yelled, grabbing Sophie's hand before she was pulled all the way into the wall.
Fiona grabbed for her hand, trying to pull Sophie out, but with a rough force they were thrown to the ground and the black haze on the wall diminished till there was nothing left. "No… shit no!" Fiona growled and slammed her hand into the wall. "Sophia are you in the wall!" she yelled, hearing no voices coming from the walls around them. "Blood hell!… Alex go tell the Undertaker that we need his help. Jericho you're coming with me. We have to go get the cinematic record of Centurion Maurus Serbus from the restricted part of the library."
"Yes ma'am," Alex nodded, pulling Rose out of the room as she shook in his arms. Jericho followed swiftly behind Fiona, who was grumbling under her breath about how idiotic angels are.
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"I know I read about this when I was looking over Maurus' record," Fiona continued to talk to Jericho as she took out a set of keys and began to open up an old, stone door. "When he was a child his parents thought he was possessed. They found a soothsayer or a warlock of some kind to seal away the possessed soul. It seemed to have work, since Maurus never had problems before… but what did Michael do to Sophia is something only she can explain herself."
"According to her current cinematic record," Jericho began to say as he read from Sophie's record, "The archangel had unearthed the seal inside of Sophie. How that seal moved on from generation to generation is fascinating, or could it be that the spell was never there and the soul inside of the Serbus family had sealed itself away?"
"Interesting notion Shezmu," she nodded, finally unlocking the door after turning several different keys in sequential order, "but we can't jump to conclusions till we read over his record." Walking into the room Fiona went towards the back of the room, grabbing a cinematic record under the S section before walking back out and closing the door behind her. "Okay," Fiona said calmly as she flipped through the pages to what she was looking for. "… It says here that the seal never worked, but there is an introduction?" she huffed, "there's never an introduction in records, or normal ones at least."
"What does that mean?" Jericho couldn't help but ask, Fiona ignoring his question as she flipped to the front and began to read aloud:
"I was born out from the darkness to be a bringer of Death to those worthy of such judgment. Over time I have been given the names Anubis, Osiris, Spirit, Death, but all of these names are not mine. I am not a demon nor an angel, but created to bring forth the Divine's ultimate will over the world. I was there when Styx was ordered to turn himself red, the sky became dark, and Plague sent her waves of disease among the desert dwellers. I was the final plague, hovering over the city like a cloud and taking the breath of life from the first borns throughout the land. Except for one, for he was the son of Death and was told to keep an eye on me. Because of him I thought of the idea: Can truly a being created out of sin and darkness ever attain light?
"It was on that day I made plans to depart Hell. I was able to make a deal to leave, severing the strings I had connected to the Divine in every form. Now I am on my own, searching for a body to take over for my own. I do not want to take over the body nor its soul as other souls do. Death, a dear companion, helped me find a strong body for he found my experiment intriguing. Now I will lay here for nine months, waiting for myself to be manifested as a human. My deal with the Divine is that I will lose all my knowledge, power, and mind to complete my task. Thus I am, writing my final moments in this soul beside me.
"I will seal myself away in this body and in the generations this human will create, but I know in the future that beings will be after me and try to devour my soul or turn me back into what I used to be. I will not have this. I will make sure they are away as long as my host wishes."
"… That's all it says," Fiona frowned. "Michael must have released the soul inside of her. I hope Sophie will be able to see this and be able to come back to us."
"Same here," Jericho sighed. "Is there anything else in there?"
"Well only the average stuff. A few prophecies and etcetera," Fiona shrugged. "There's nothing else in here that will tell us what happened to Sophia. We can only hope that she will come back and be able to explain to us what happened."
"Y-yeah," Jericho sighed looking down at Sophie's cinematic record and flipping to the back. Fiona nodded and put the book in her hand away, locking the doors securely so no one else would be able to enter without a key. "It's strange," he huffed, "how her record just vanishes at the end. Like our conversation with Sophie after she got back from talking to Michael never happened –"
"If she survives then they will appear," Fiona told him. "That's the thing with supernatural occurrences. They are… well supernatural," she chuckled lightly. "Come. The Undertaker should be here by now." Jericho nodded and followed behind her, keeping the record close to his chest as they walked down the white hallways and out of the library.
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"Mr. Undertaker," Rose looked over at him with fascination as they sat in chairs waiting in Fiona's office, "Do you think Sophie will be okay?"
"Little maiden will be fine~" he chuckled lightly. "She's a tough cookie. By the way~, would you like a cookie?" Undertaker grinned deviously as he took out an urn from under his sleeve and popped over the top, holding out the jar to her. "Freshly baked~~"
"Oh I'll take one!" Alex jumped up from his seat, grabbing two and handing one to Rose. "Go ahead and try it. They're like Sophie's cookies… in a sense," he shrugged.
Rose smiled and slowly munched on the bone-shaped cookie in her hand, an astonished gasp escaping her lips once the sweet taste brushed her tongue and rolled down her esophagus. "W-wow…" Rose smiled to the Undertaker, "I would expect nothing less of Sophie's father."
"Thank you my dear," Undertaker grinned happily, his mouth soon weaning as he wondered what happened to Sophie. It must have been serious if Alex insisted he come to the shinigami realm to talk to Fiona. Not only that, but when he showed up Rose was in a frightful mood. Undertaker knew he wasn't going to like what Fiona had to say, but he will have to keep calm so he doesn't scare Sophie's little friends any more than they had been. Talking about dead corpses coming out of walls and taking little maiden away from him. He chuckled at the thought, finding the idea of corpses coming back to life a lovely concept. He had seen occurrences like that only a few other times, but right now is not the time to reminisce on the past. Then their heads shot up as Fiona and Jericho walked in, Fiona hustling over to her desk as Jericho closed the door behind them. "My dear you look flustered," he giggled into his sleeve as Fiona gave him a faint chuckle.
"Of course I am," she sighed. "Let's just get to the point." Fiona grabbed the scroll from her desk and handed it to Undertaker, letting him read the proclamation himself before she started. "About two hours ago Sophia went to greet Michael about the accusations written in the scroll. She insisted no one should follow her and she disappeared on the edge of the realm just west of us," she sighed, sitting down on her desk instead of in her chair like you would expect a director to. "She was gone for a few minutes before stumbling her way back here. I knew something had happened by the way she was grabbing hold of her left hand tightly… Well Jericho can explain the rest," she huffed.
"When Sophie came back she went straight to her office. She wished that no one should disturb her, so we let her be for about thirty minutes. Seeing as she wasn't leaving her office, Alexander, Veronica, and I ventured inside to see what had happened. She was fine till she lifted her head, and at that point she started to shudder, scream, and yell in a hysterical state," Jericho explained as he leaned against a bookshelf for support. "Her eyes were sparkling blue, green, and yellow. I don't know what that means, but whatever was going on in her head caused her to try to dart out of the room. I trapped her against the wall and by that time Alex had gotten Fiona down there to investigate the situation. Fiona snapped Sophie out of her hysteria and she told us that there were moving corpses trying to grab her. Then, as we thought everything was fine, a hoard of decaying hands came out of the wall and grabbed her body. We tried to get them off of her and pull her out, but Sophie disappeared into the black haze set against the wall. And," he said as he flipped to the back of the cinematic record in his hand, "when we looked at her record, the events that happened in the office and even up to the point when Michael left her isn't in her records."
"May I see?" Undertaker asked, grabbing the record from his hand and looked at its contents. Then he narrowed his eyes before he let a giggle escape his lips. "I see~… that's you game is it?" He gently set the book on the desk, looking at Fiona with a wide grin plastered on his face. "My dear Fiona, you must have forgotten the old times of the paranormal. You will never understand everything, even if you are in the highest of orders." Undertaker stood up and turned around, grinning at the three other shinigamis in the room. "Do not worry about little Sophia. Either she will prevail or she won't, but I will go and find her. Everyone go back to their normal lives as if nothing happened," he giggled as he walked towards the door. "Aw yes~ I almost forgot," he lifted his finger as he paused with his back turned to them. "If you wonder if Sophie is back yet, ask Jericho. I think he knows because of a little~ scenthe put on her, didn't you?" he deviously grinned, opening the door and slamming it behind him.
"How did he know?" Jericho raised an eyebrow.
"It doesn't matter," Fiona sighed, "and Undertaker is right. Go back to work as if nothing happened, and Alex how about you go and clean up the mess in the room. If the council catches wind of this… well even if she does come back then Sophie will be tried as a demon and be persecuted."
"Right ma'am," Alex nodded, standing up and taking Rose's hand as they walked out of the room.
"Jericho," Fiona looked over at the man, who was looking to the ground thinking quietly, "I will put you in charge of watching Sophia Serbus' cinematic record. If anything shows up contact me."
"Yes Mrs. Obki –"
"And also," she raised up a finger, "don't worry about it. Undertaker will find her and take care of her. You'll see."
"I hope so," Jericho sighed, still unnerved at how Sophie fought him and did all she could to strike him.
"I know so," she smirked, "but honestly this all depends on Sophia. If she fails this test and punishment then she will be dead by the time Undertaker finds her. We just need to wait."
"I understand," he nodded, grabbing the book from her desk and heading to the door, "and I'll make sure that no one else finds out what happened to Sophie."
Fiona nodded as Jericho walked out and closed the door behind him, Fiona letting out an exhausted sigh and slumped down the desk and onto the floor. "You better find her," she growled under her breath, letting out another tired sigh as she looked up to the ceiling and closed her eyes tightly.
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Sophie groaned, slowly twitching her body as she felt a migraine coming to her head. When she opened her eyes Sophie paused, only seeing pitch-black darkness around her. "O-oh god…" she realized, rubbing her sore head as she tried to stumble to her feet. She shuddered in pain, looking down at her left hand to find that the skull and thorns marking was still there. "Where am I?" she thought aloud, looking around her and trying to find a way out. Nothing. Just complete darkness with no signs of light… no signs of life. Everything around her was too calm for comfort, but yet she felt a chill down her spine that made her shudder. She put her hands on her arms and tried to rub them warm, her body being unaffected by her attempts. "Hello?" she called, her voice echoing around her. Deciding the echo meant there is a wall around her, she slowly took off into the dark, her eyes trying desperately to adjust to the darkness around her.
"Dad! Dad!" Sophie called out, running as fast as she could in the dark. "Dad where are you – Daddy?" she frowned, slowly making her way to a body laid out on the ground. She crouched down, pushing the body over so she could see his face. Then she paused, confused as to who this dead body was. "… b-black raven hair?... you're not the Undertaker," Sophie sighed, standing back up and quickly taking a few paces back. She shook her head, rubbing her eyes and trying to look around for somewhere else to run.
Then she heard a voice calling off in the wind, screaming as loud as it could for help. Sophie took off as fast as she could towards the voice, pausing as she watched the sight before her. Fire. Black hell fire rising up to engulf its victims in its fiery glow. "Miss Robin?" Sophie yelled into the fire, hearing children screaming for her to help. She ran up to the top of the stairs of the building, pounding on the door and trying to knock it down. "Stand back! I'll knock it down!" she told them, using her supernatural strength to knock down the door and fall inside.
She gasped as a whole in the ground opened up to her; Sophie falling and falling into the flames and feeling chains grabbing hold of her legs and pulling her down. She screamed with fear, her hands and feet being chained to a cement wall. She looked around, the sudden darkness hurting her head again. "So you're back for more," a deep voice in front of her chuckled, Sophie's eyes widening with fear as he grabbed her shirt and pulled her to her feet. Then he slapped her back to the ground, pounding her into the ground with his foot. She looked up in horror, amethyst and yellow snake eyes piercing deep into her soul and making her cringe.
"N-no," she closed her eyes tightly, waiting for another slap across her face as her body trembled. "N-no please not again… Not again –"
"Hey wake up," she heard a soft child's voice call to her as she felt a small hand try to wake her up.
Sophie slowly opened her eyes, seeing a young boy dressed in a white robe with wide brown eyes and soft, short black hair. "W-who…" she groaned, rubbing her head and trying to regain consciousness.
"You new?" the boy smiled, grasping her hand and pulling her to her feet.
"N-new to what?" Sophie asked hesitantly, blinking in confusion as she looked around her and only saw the darkness.
"You taken by an evil death," the boy tried to explain, "and now your ba is trapped here in the darkness."
"I-I am?" Sophie frowned. "Well… are there more of you here?"
"Yes!" the boy giggled. "There are many! We don't get many new bas here," he explained, grasping her hand in his and began to walk. Sophie raised an eyebrow at the boy's actions, noticing a faint purple shining substance on his finger as they walked aimlessly in the dark.
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A/N: Wasn't expecting that were you? XD All part of the idea in my head I suppose. Well I hope you guys enjoyed the story so far. It'll be a while till this part of the story ends (let's see… I think it's at least 8 chapters long) just hope I don't lose my files I suppose ^^ Well I'll see you later! =D (and now if you'll excuse me I'm going to finish my homework XO)