(A/N: FINALLY. DONE WITH THE FOURTEENTH CHAPTER. I'm really, like extreeeeemely sorry about this late
When I finished dinner, I told them I was tired. I walked up to my room, and didn’t even bother to close the door. I stood next to my bed, counting.
“What happened! Tell me now!” Sebastian burst in, closing the door. He strode up to me, scowling with his wide red eyes.
“I’d be happy to.”
“Get up, girl.”
“What? Where am I?” I asked, opening my eyes. I was in the pitch black.
“I’ve come here to make a deal with you.”
“A deal? Who are you?” I demanded. The voice didn’t say anything. Suddenly, the area filled with dim candle light. The endless void of darkness surrounded me. There were red candles on the floor, in a wide circle. Someone was standing in the middle.
He was wearing a dark black robe. I couldn’t see his face, and frankly, I’m glad. I could feel that whatever was under there was evil and ugly. I shrank back against the floor.
“I have a deal for you,” he repeated in a deep and forceful voice.
“What deal?” I asked, quivering. It was so damn cold.
“Answer me this: Do you want to live?”
“Yes, I want to see (Name) and my other friends again! ” I begged.
“Then I have a deal for you,” he said for the last time. “I will ask you to complete tasks, and you will live once more.”
“What do you mean?” I started to grow more afraid.
“If I let you live, you must agree to complete a number of tasks for me in life. I will call upon you whenever you are alone. You mustn't tell anyone, either. The tasks won’t be too major. It will be for the greater good.”
“Are you the devil?” I asked in a shaky voice. He laughed. It was so terrible. I wanted to rip out my ears and get killed all over again. So loud. His wicked laugh slowed, but the pounding in my head increased by tenfold.
“Do you accept my offer?”
“What if I don’t?” I questioned.
“Then I welcome you to hell.”
I thought for a moment, believe it or not. What would these tasks include? I was aware of the man tapping his foot impatiently.
“Good choice, Emily. Before you do go,” he snickered. “I must give you something.”
He took out his hand and touched my forehead. An icy shiver rippled down my body. My side started to burn. I lifted my shirt up, and saw the sign of the devil branded into my skin. He then handed me the ring. An amethyst ring.
“Use this to complete the tasks. It will give you power. Do you promise?”
“I promise,” I said, putting the ring into my pocket once again.
“One last thing then,” he chuckled lowly. “Tell that butler to be more careful.”
“Yes, my master.”
“Do you realize what you’ve done!?” Sebastian asked angrily.
“It was either that or hell!” I countered loudly.
“You’ve….I…” Sebastian trailed off. I sat down in a huff on my bed. After a minute of pure silence, Sebastian walked over and pulled me into another hug.
“I’m just glad to be back.”
“I suppose you and my master aren’t all too different now,” Sebastian pulled away and frowned.
“I guess not,” I concurred.
“Promise me one thing,” Sebastian uttered to the floor.
“You’ll find a way to purify your soul. When my time is done here, and I return to where I came from, I don’t want to see you there.”
“Understood,” I assured him.
“The young master and (Name) cannot know of this.”
“Not at all,” I agreed, shaking my head.
He nods. “Good.”
“Good night, Sebas-chan.” I teased him.
“Sleep well, unholy one.” he teased back.
Sebastian left me to my own bearings. I slowly brought the ring out from my pocket. I admired it again, and it seemed the amethyst looked...brighter. I slipped it on the finger and closed my eyes. When I opened them, nothing happened.
I pushed through the washroom door and looked into the mirror. A gasp escaped my throat. My eyes were ablaze with purple fire. I suddenly felt stronger, like I could take on the world. My left arm started to twitch. Abruptly, my arm began to transform.
Red tendons snaked out of my skin. I could barely watch, but thankfully, I couldn’t feel anything. More tendons and muscle emerged from my left arm skin, wrapping around it slowly. Then, they hardened quickly. A gleaming blade shot out. My entire arm was a cascading silver blade.
The blade’s flat surface was covered in black and red tendons. It started to come out of my arm about from my shoulder, and got wider as it reached my wrist. I no longer had a hand. I closed my eyes shut tight, and opened them. The tendons snaked back in my arm, and the blade was gone. I concentrated again.
The tendons shot back out, and the weapon returned. I could control this power. I quickly made it go away, finding the sight of my arm like that somewhat sickening. I took the ring off, and my eyes returned to normal. I stumbled from the washroom in a daze.
My sleeve was torn to shreds. I changed from the ruined clothing and into a fresh pile on my bed. I searched around through a few drawers, and found a gold chain. Perfect. I thought to myself as I loaded the ring onto it. I made sure to hide the new necklace underneath my fresh shirt.
I laid down on my bed. It was nice, being back in the manor again. I snuggled into the red sheets, and sighed. Tomorrow will be better, I assured myself. With that, I slipped off into a steady, dreamless sleep.
~***End of Flashback***~
“YO, (Name)!” Someone screamed your name. You shot up, inhaling sharply as you clutch the blankets on your bed. Your heartbeat slowly decreases when you see Emily, standing right next to your bed.
“What?!” you gasped.
“Breakfast is ready, my de-ah,” she said, imitating a British accent.
“Oh. Sweet.” you grumbled. You kick the blankets off you as you see Emily prancing down the hall.
“So much for a morning wake up call.” You groan as you stand on your feet now, slowly making your way to the door.
Why is Emily so energetic this morning? you wondered. She was never a morning person. You knew that for a fact.
I guess people do change when they are resurrected. Just like in the movies. You thought to yourself.
You brushed your (length or hair), (color of hair) hair into a bun, then head downstairs. When you arrive, you saw Emily and Ciel already seated at the table, halfway done with their breakfast.
You sat down groggily. Sebastian came in with your plate, and you ate pretty quickly. You guys had finished your breakfast around the same time.
“So,” Ciel began. “We are having a guest over today. He is from another confection company, and I hope to merge with his. Be that as it may, I would ask for you two to keep out of trouble, just for today. Do we have a deal?”
You pursed your lips, thinking of a response. You turned to see if Emily had a response. That was obviously a no because her face suddenly turned pale. You glanced at her worriedly, then finally answered.
“Yeah, we can do that,” you assured.
Emily nodded weakly. Ciel gazed at her curiously for a moment, then stood up and went to do...something. You didn’t know what it was. You looked over at Emily and nudged her arm.
“You okay?” you asked in concern.
“Mhm,” she replied slowly, “I’m fine.”
“Okay, then I guess we’re just gonna…not do a lot today.” you sighed. You and Emily stood up and began to head up the stairs.
“I think I’ll go and read.” she choked out. You raised a brow at her actions. Something wasn’t right. She wasn’t acting like herself. Not one bit. That’s not the Emily you knew since youth.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Emily?” you asked one more time.
“Just a little tired.” she replied quickly. Again, you still weren’t sure if she was denying it or not, but you shrugged it off and head straight to your room.
You were worrying about Emily. Something has to be on her mind, but why wasn’t she telling you? You decided to go check up on her. You get up, slowly tiptoe to your door and slightly cracked it. You were about to head out when you heard someone crying from the other room. It was Emily.
“Devil,” you heard her croak. When you saw Sebastian coming through the hall, you quickly hid behind the door. You leaned against it, sighing in relief that he didn’t see you...or at least you hoped he didn’t.
You leaned against the wall of the room, eavesdropping half of the conversation.
“What’s wrong?” you heard Sebastian’s voice ask quietly.
“I’ve made a mistake! I’ve made a mistake!” you heard Emily weep.
“It’s alright,” Sebastian sighs, “We’ll get you out of this. We’ll find a way to purify your soul. I never thought I’d say this, but, I am not letting you go to hell.”
“It’s too late.” Emily cried, “He’s the devil, you’re a demon. He calls the shots. I’m roped in.”
You pulled away from the wall after that. You heart stopped cold. A shiver rushed down your spine. Your whole body was shaking.
You couldn’t believe it. Your best friend was a demon? Is that what she was implying? Emily’s going to hell!?
What did she do?
Don’t tell me she’s going to die again.
That thought had your heart caught in your throat.
No, stop it (Name), you told yourself, You’re just being paranoid. Perhaps this could all be just a little prank or something.
You tried to shrug it off. Maybe you were just being paranoid.
But...then again what if that wasn’t the case? What if you were right? What if what you just heard is true?
The big dispute in your head was giving you a migraine. You tried to forget about it.
You heard a sudden knock on the door. It startled you a little, but you went and answered. When you saw who it was, you stumble back.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Emily asked, looking worried.
“No!” you insisted, laughing nervously as you place a hand on your chest, “All good over here!”
“Huh?” she eyed you suspiciously, “Wanna do something? I’m not in the mood to read anymore.”
“What do you wanna do?” you asked haltingly.
“I dunno.” she tried to think, “We could...erm…How about-”
“Are you messing with me?” you snapped out of the blue. You were even surprised by your own actions.
“What’re you talking about, (Name)?” she asked, growing nervous.
“Are you? You aren’t really going to hell, right? Please. Please don’t go to hell.” you begged, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her.
“What? Why would I be going to hell?” she said, acting clueless.
“You and Sebastian were talking!” you wailed, “He said he wouldn’t let you go to hell! And you were talking about being roped in with the devil!” Her facial expression changed to shock as she pushed you into your room.
“Be quiet!” she hissed, “No one can hear us, got it?”
You nodded. Tears were trembling on your eyelashes.
“I suppose now is better than later,” she sighed. “Sit down.” she ordered. You sat on the edge of your bed, biting your lip nervously. Tears now started to stream down your cheeks.
“You know how...uhm… I died?” she asked.
“Well, the Undertaker’s remedy wasn’t what brought me back to life.”
“It wasn’t?” you say, confused.
“I made a deal with the devil,” she blurted out. You were frozen in place. You just stared at her. You were too shocked to even reply right away. You couldn’t believe your ears. Your best friend made a deal with the devil? The devil!?
“You sold your soul?!” you gasped.
“No! No, I would never, ever, do that,” she tried to calm you down, “He said, if I wanted to come back to life and see you guys again, I had to perform tasks for him. I don’t know what they are, I don’t know when I’ll have to do it. But, if I don’t obey him...well… no promises that my soul will stay here.”
At this point, you couldn’t hold your tears back any longer. Even if you wanted to.
“No! Don’t go to hell!” you implored. You wailed so loud you could barely breathe.
“I won’t!” she says, “You heard Sebastian. We’re gonna fix my soul, okay? I’ll do the tasks, the devil will be pleased, and we can purify my soul. I’m not gonna leave you.”
“Promise?” you asked her, desperate hope filled your eyes.
“Promise,” she confirmed. You smile weakly as you two hugged for a brief moment, then she gently pushed you away.
“For now, wanna play a game?” she asked with a smile.
“Okay! We could-”
Suddenly, the house rumbled. A loud ‘boom’ came from the downstairs. You lost your balance and hit your back against the dresser. Emily nearly face planted against the wall.
The rumbling stopped. The brief silence was replaced with a shrill scream.
“(Name)! Emily! Oh, please help us!” Mey-Rin was calling. She ran down the hall, and stopped in the doorway, catching her breath. “We...we…”
“Mey-Rin!” Emily gasped, “Calm down.”
“The guest is going to arrive and we just blew up the kitchen!” she screeched, waving her arms around wildly. You and Emily glanced at each other, then hurriedly ran downstairs and to the kitchen. Emily made it there first.
“Holy hell…” you heard Emily gasp. You walked in beside her and inhaled sharply, leaning against the doorframe. The entire kitchen was a mess.
Everything was destroyed and covered in black soot. Bard’s hair had puffed up into an afro, and his usually white outfit was now black. Finni was in complete shock, holding a stick of dynamite.
“What’re we gonna do!?” Emily asked helplessly.
“When is the guest going to arrive?” you asked, stepping into the kitchen and waving away smoke from your face.
“Very soon, an hour at most,” Bard ran a hand through his hair nervously.
Lovely. Just fucking lovely.
“That’s not good.” Emily commented.
“It’s fine,” you assured the servants, “We’re gonna fix this.”
“But how?!” Mey-Rin cried.
“Uh…” you were speechless. You licked your lips as many ideas rushed through your mind. Before you could speak, Ciel rushed to the doorway, gaping at the mess and you two.
“What happened?!” he panted, putting a hand on the door frame.
“We blew up the kitchen!” Finni wailed abruptly.
“What?!” Ciel yelped. “The guest is going to be here soon!”
“Yes,” you sighed in annoyance, “We are well aware. We can fix this. Where’s the butler?”
“Right here.” Sebastian groaned from behind Ciel. “Using dynamite to cook again, were you Bard?”
“Sorry… It just…it just seemed quicker,” Bard tried to defend his method of cooking.
“Dynamite...to cook?” Emily questioned sarcastically to no one in particular.
“Okay! We understand that using explosives to cook isn’t very smart,” you stated, “Ciel, don’t worry. We can clean this up in time.”
“I hope.” Ciel gulped.
“You may return to your studies, young master,” Sebastian said, pushing Ciel gently away from the ruined kitchen. After Ciel had walked up the stairs, he turned to you two.
“Everyone, out. Now.” he ordered strictly.
“You don’t need our help?” you asked.
“I do not need it at the moment,” Sebastian informed. “But I may call upon some of you later. Mey-Rin, go and dust the library. Bard and Finni, pick apples from the orchard. And you two,” he turned to you and Emily. “I have prepared something up in Miss (Name)’s room.”
“Mhm.” Emily replied.
“Why doesn’t he want our help?” you asked as you guys walk up the stairs.
“He’s a demon, what d’you expect?” Emily answered.
You just shrugged and nodded. “Nothing more, nothing less.”
You guys stopped at your door.
“I hope it’s something that isn’t gonna kill us.” you sarcastically joked. Emily rolled her eyes pushed open the door. There was a note and two white and blue dresses, similar to Mey-Rin’s, along with two lace aprons. You inspected the dresses, then Emily read the note aloud.
You will be playing the part of maids for today. As you may already understand, Mey-Rin cannot handle even the most simple of tasks on her own, let alone entertain a very important guest arriving on business. I trust you two with this, so don’t disappoint me.
I will give you tasks at random throughout the day. Nothing too complicated, only things like pouring tea or servings cakes. The guest will arrive at three. Be prepared.
“Maids? Well, I guess it beats reading all day,” You grumbled aloud.
“This guy has fantastic handwriting,” she giggled, putting the letter down. You smiled as walked over to her, wanting to see the letter yourself.
“Well, it’s almost two thirty, so we should get dressed,” you suggested.
“Good idea,” she agreed, taking a dress and apron from you. You two changed quickly, tossing your other clothes on your bed in an unkempt pile.
And damn were those dresses tight, might you add.
“This thing is uncomfortable,” You nagged, tugging at the skirt.
“It is way too tight,” Emily frowned, trying to adjust the dress to her most comfortable level.
“It’ll have to do,” you sighed, “I guess we wait for Sebastian to tell us what to do.”