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~These Haunting Thoughts~ Alois Trancy
So very dark....
Even now, it seems like darkness will forever consume my very being.
It encompasses me, delicately wrapping its' cold, invisible fingers around me. Around my heart.
"Dinner is prepared, Master."
It is amusing how a simple flick of my wrist sends them scattering away like helpless cockroaches.
No... it's disgusting. Absolutely pitiful.
"Would you care for anything else, Master?"
"No. Leave. Now."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Yes, Your Highness... Yes, Your Highness.... if only you knew how badly those three simple words pain me.
But you do know... Don't you, Claude?
Yes, of course you do.
It's obvious. Why else would you repeat that phrase over and over again?
To torment me. To drive me insane.
To inflict psychological wounds far worse than you could ever hope to understand.
They have the gall to wonder why I lash out at them.
It's because deep down....
Everyone seems to fawn over that Phantomhive brat. Even Claude.
~Revenge Is Sweet~ | Black Butler X Reader |
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"Are you positive this will work?" A certain red haired shinigami asked, a skeptical look on his face.
"Absolutely. All I ask for in return is a little... entertainment of my own, if you know what I mean." You said, earning a toothy grin from your friend.
"Anything for you, Darling~" He replied. You nodded.
"I appreciate it. So! All you have to do is get this in his system somehow and you'll be good to go for about... ohh... two to three hours." You said, holding up a small vial filled with a clear liquid. Grell took it and carefully slipped it in his pocket. You smiled. "Let the game commence~"
~At le Phantomhive Manor~
"You owe me, you little brat!" Grell stated, pointing a finger at the young Earl in front of him.
"What are you talking about?" Ciel asked, clearly unamused.
"That time when your little girlfriend was kidnapped by that puppet, you told me that I could have Bassy for a day if I hel
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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