cute-little-blonde started following you
Ah, Lady Elizabeth. Welcome back to the Phantomhive Manor. How nice of you to visit us again.
“what do you think you are? What makes you think you can just take Ciel after since,I carried him,gave birth,raised him through infancy on until now,taught him,fed him,I raised him,with out ANY of your help,so support or assistance,so no,I am his mother and nothing you will do will change that. On top of that what you say to Ciel? He doesn’t know you and wouldn’t dare leave me,he knows mother knows best”I said with a glare He had the nerve! To want to take away Ciel after all that I did? Dealt with the diapers,long nights,tantrums of toddlerhood,taught him to read and write. I am his mother,day in and day out,nothing will change the fact. Not even him.
What a nuisance. Humans only got worse by the centuries, and clearly she was no exception. “Do you really think you can actually beat me, woman?” I smile, almost laughing. The mere thought of that pesky little thing against it, too amusing. “Ciel doesn’t need of me to speak to him; I can assure him he’ll know me once he sees me. And truly, he is not really yours, but mine. I made sure of that ages ago, without your consent of course.” How would she had reacted if she knew I gave her my Master’s soul? She would’ve denied being a candidate. “You would have forced me to kill you if you ever knew. Consider that as a favor.”
Sebastian smiled innocently at the boy, awaiting for him to awaken form his slumber; such a drowsy look on his face made him much cuter. “My apologies,” The man said, nodding once at the young Lord before stepping away from the bedside. “But as you mentioned, a bath you must take, not to mention, something to eat.”
He knew well what to prepare him, Ciel deserved a good meal after what had happened; Sebastian admitted that part of it was his fault, for the boy to not eat. Nonetheless, continuing his part s butler had to be continued. The demon tilted his head and smirked, “If I may, Young Master, you have two options,” A hand ran through his ebony hair, his smirk never disappearing. “You could take a bath while I bring you your dinner. Or I help you bathe, and then wait for me to bring you your meal.” Either option consisted in waiting, but the only difference was that the Earl could or not be bored by doing so.
“So, what shall the Young Lord want?”
In a way, Sebastian wanted to stay by his side and rather stay than to leave once more. It was painful enough by just thinking about it, why bring it to reality? No, no. He shook the thought as far as possible and focused his eyes on those beautiful ones, in that pair of particular eyes; in the cerulean and violet one. Beautiful, really beautiful.
My acquaintance with a demon
Rachels POV over my dead body! I thought to myself. I turned and Ciel was still eating breakfast. “Hurry up,sweety,you have school”I said with a smile pretending nothing was wrong. Once we drove to his school,I acted normal and put on a brave smile. I watched him run into the building. I turned and there he was,only in a black leather trench coat. “sigh,can we go to my house to talk?I asked as I approached him and he bowed at me with a smile and we went to my house. “long time,no see, happily too,what was the call from this morning about?I askedLiving in Hell could be the most boring and uninteresting things. As a demon, anything that involved going out of the Underground was far more alluring. Torturing lost souls was no longer appealing and I, myself, would rather torture souls up where the living remained. Forever conquering those insignificant humans, gaining whatever I pleased by just a wagging a finger; humans were that stupid.
No longer was I the Butler I once portrayed; the name Sebastian Michaelis being the only leftover of such memory. How cruel had my past Master been, but the best in such area that I had no problem with it whatsoever. His soul forever tasteful, yet never having the courage to devour it whole. Alas, I kept it for myself, hidden and well-guarded until I could find a suitable candidate to carry Ciel Phantomhive’s soul. So it became a sort of task that I had given myself; no longer had I had interest in contracting with humans, so why bother? Finding a suitable candidate was the only way to kill my time.
It took me years, centuries to find the right one; who knew that I’d be following the descendants of my Master, from Lady Elizabeth’s side. To make it even more ironic, her name was Rachel, Rachel Middford. If I recalled correctly, named after my Master’s mother. These humans were curiouser and curiouser by the minute.
I decided to watch her from afar, observing her life; she seemed pretty decent, despite her typical actings in the adolescent years. What was far more intriguing was her lack of credibility in the supernatural. Oh, my dear, how wrong you are. The next thing I knew was there was a ceremony, a satanic type. Odd, yet very hard to resist. Far more alluring when I noticed little Rachel being a guest in such ritual. Perhaps it’d be then, when I should make my appearance, and appearance I did.
The scent of virgin blood and lascivious thoughts ruled the room, myself appearing between shadows in my formal butler attire. Finding her, I smiled, pleased to find her frightened at my presence. At least now she’d think better than to underestimate the supernatural. Tilting my head, I bowed at her, licking my lower lip in delight.
Yes, yes. She shall do, I thought. Taking a step towards her I smiled my most innocent smile, “You shall be an excellent mother,” I say, gaining a confused and weird look from the woman. A perfect candidate.
Without wasting much time, I quickly placed Ciel Phantomhive’s soul inside her fragile body, smirking once the job was done. I’d have to check up on her from that day forward, and so I did. She soon became pregnant, as expected, so the time for my second visit had finally come. It was easy to find her, for my Master’s soul was very easy to track. She was just standing there, at the opening. The baby seemed to be growing strong; it’d be born rather healthy, no doubt.
She encountered me, like the typical ragging woman she was. It was amusing for her to think that I’d be the father of her baby. “I am not the father.” I stated indifferently, raising an eyebrow at her.
Stupid human, I hissed, disappearing once my job was done. It was probably the best for me to stay away for a couple of years; what were human years to us, demons? To take such child away from her after she’d gotten used to him, it would be the most enjoyable feeling ever.
Ten years I watched her raise my Master, my soon-to-become Master. He had the same vivid eyes; the blueish hair and niveous skin. A perfect reincarnation of Ciel Phantomhive. It was time, I had to retrieve him now.
A phone call suited best.
It rang once, twice and thrice before the woman picked up.
“Hello, Miss Middford? Yes, well, I am calling to inform you that I shall be retrieving your child soon. Have a nice day.”
And without letting her respond, the call had ended by myself hanging up.
I awaited for the woman to leave the child so I could approach. Showing her a carefree smile, I tilted my head, “Now, now. There is no need to show such a frown.” She insisted in talking at her house, and of course, I did not mind. What was the point in wasting my times? The child was soon to be mine, nothing was going to change such fact. “It does not matter,” I reply nonchalantly, bowing at her. “Wasting my time won’t make a difference. The child is respectfully mine.” And it was the truth in every word, though not in the blood kind of way. He was my Master, he carried his soul; the boy had to mine. “What I said via phone is exactly that. I am here to take Ciel along, now be a good girl and do not make a scene, yes?” Flashing a charming smile, I awaited for her to agree, to accept. Patience wasn’t my best virtue.
alan-shinigami-humphries started following you
Oh? Another Reaper. Welcome to the Phantomhive Manor.
My acquaintance with a demon
My name is Rachel Midford,i own a small confectionery business, i am 29 years old, i have an adorable,blue eyed,black slightly teal colored hair,9 almost 10 year old son,with biggest and cutest smile. I and my son,live happily in an apartment, in a lovely and child safe neighborhood,good school, I have the perfect life for any single mother. My life was perfect,but wasn’t all peaches and cream like it is now. 9 almost 10 years ago, i was a Independent dreamer left home at 18, living with crazy and pop funk friends and partied till dawn but, managed to keep a job as a cashier at a popular deli-cafe. What happened years ago,personally i believed,shouldn’t have happened under any circumstances.
It was late august of 1999, i and my freinds partied at a place owned by college kids who were having a party before the fall semester started. The party was innocent fun with the music and pass around bowl of countertop drugs,beer and soda and lots of food. Some kids went down to the basement and the rest of us,including me followed them down. they started this satanic ritual,where all of us were close to the wall, and in the middle of the floor a painted star with symbols and stuff around it and on the walls were some kind of Hebrew writing and three of the goth kids started chanting some kind of spell. The whole thing personally,was a bunch of hockey, i didn’t believe in God or demons or angels, i thought it was a load of bull. Hours later,stuff started happened,candles were dimming and some people left and then suddenly,the room went dark then lit back up,as though there was light bulbs in the room and in the middle of the room was a man. The man was tall,about 6 food, i was only 5ft4,pale,long banged jet black hair,and red eyes. He wore a nice,butler uniform with a pair of black slacks,jacket,dark gray waistcoat,white dress shirt with a black tie and dress shoes, also had a silver clip on the tip of the jacket lapel,as well as a pocket watch. He was a well dressed man in my opinion. he greeted us and called for me,i raised my hand and he walked up to me and smiled. He said that i was very lady and that i’d make a great mother,that was odd but i took the comment anyway, soon things got out of hand as a panicked girl,screamed held up a gun and shot and things went haywire and black. i remembered waking up, in a hospital bed and my friends told me that i was knocked out,out of the blue and i asked them about the black suited man,they said they never saw him. a month or so later,life went on as normal until suddenly,my period stopped and i felt really sick,i went to the doc and i was pregnant, i was so scared but thanks to my friends, they supported me and helped me through it. Time moved on and i accepted facts,i had money saved up for hospital bills and a room for the baby along with LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of diapers. i received a knock at the door and there he was, the well dressed,black suited man. he came in with a wide smile and a chirpy tone and saw how far i was and told me that things are going incredibly smooth. I asked if he was going to pay child support and he said to me plain as day ” i am not the father” he smiled at me. I was shocked and he left and told me,he’d contact as soon as possible and check on me as he sees fit. I was really concerned at this point,even frightened, i tried to keep my mind of the man who came and saw how he was. In December of 2000, i have birth to my tiny 7 pound bundle of joy, named Ciel Midford. he had his first Christmas and New-years and all the other holidays and he was happy and healthy. In the spring following,my business took off and was becoming a great hit. I moved from my friends flat into a great,luxury apartment in a great neighborhood, i was starting to have a great life with my adorable baby. Also in that spring, he returned and saw him and he was creeping the hell out of me and so i pushed him out and was totally afriad and scared and i told him to NEVER come back,and he only replied,that he will be back later on,when Ciel was older. Years on,i lived my single,working mother life, Ciel went to school and made a few freinds and i was living the life.
Today was mid September of 2010,Ciel started 5th grade and i packed his lunch and he was eating breakfast,it was a normal day, i forgot all about the man in black and was happy that i did forget. Suddenly the phone rang and i answered it normally
“Hello? i answered and it was him
Living in Hell could be the most boring and uninteresting things. As a demon, anything that involved going out of the Underground was far more alluring. Torturing lost souls was no longer appealing and I, myself, would rather torture souls up where the living remained. Forever conquering those insignificant humans, gaining whatever I pleased by just a wagging a finger; humans were that stupid.
No longer was I the Butler I once portrayed; the name Sebastian Michaelis being the only leftover of such memory. How cruel had my past Master been, but the best in such area that I had no problem with it whatsoever. His soul forever tasteful, yet never having the courage to devour it whole. Alas, I kept it for myself, hidden and well-guarded until I could find a suitable candidate to carry Ciel Phantomhive’s soul. So it became a sort of task that I had given myself; no longer had I had interest in contracting with humans, so why bother? Finding a suitable candidate was the only way to kill my time.
It took me years, centuries to find the right one; who knew that I’d be following the descendants of my Master, from Lady Elizabeth’s side. To make it even more ironic, her name was Rachel, Rachel Middford. If I recalled correctly, named after my Master’s mother. These humans were curiouser and curiouser by the minute.
I decided to watch her from afar, observing her life; she seemed pretty decent, despite her typical actings in the adolescent years. What was far more intriguing was her lack of credibility in the supernatural. Oh, my dear, how wrong you are. The next thing I knew was there was a ceremony, a satanic type. Odd, yet very hard to resist. Far more alluring when I noticed little Rachel being a guest in such ritual. Perhaps it’d be then, when I should make my appearance, and appearance I did.
The scent of virgin blood and lascivious thoughts ruled the room, myself appearing between shadows in my formal butler attire. Finding her, I smiled, pleased to find her frightened at my presence. At least now she’d think better than to underestimate the supernatural. Tilting my head, I bowed at her, licking my lower lip in delight.
Yes, yes. She shall do, I thought. Taking a step towards her I smiled my most innocent smile, “You shall be an excellent mother,” I say, gaining a confused and weird look from the woman. A perfect candidate.
Without wasting much time, I quickly placed Ciel Phantomhive’s soul inside her fragile body, smirking once the job was done. I’d have to check up on her from that day forward, and so I did. She soon became pregnant, as expected, so the time for my second visit had finally come. It was easy to find her, for my Master’s soul was very easy to track. She was just standing there, at the opening. The baby seemed to be growing strong; it’d be born rather healthy, no doubt.
She encountered me, like the typical ragging woman she was. It was amusing for her to think that I’d be the father of her baby. “I am not the father.” I stated indifferently, raising an eyebrow at her.
Stupid human, I hissed, disappearing once my job was done. It was probably the best for me to stay away for a couple of years; what were human years to us, demons? To take such child away from her after she’d gotten used to him, it would be the most enjoyable feeling ever.
Ten years I watched her raise my Master, my soon-to-become Master. He had the same vivid eyes; the blueish hair and niveous skin. A perfect reincarnation of Ciel Phantomhive. It was time, I had to retrieve him now.
A phone call suited best.
It rang once, twice and thrice before the woman picked up.
“Hello, Miss Middford? Yes, well, I am calling to inform you that I shall be retrieving your child soon. Have a nice day.”
And without letting her respond, the call had ended by myself hanging up.
