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Your Butler(s) - Chapter 1

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Burn It All




Birds were singing happily outside looking for their mate, the sun shine brightly and brings some warmth in your bedroom, and the wind blows through the open window giving in a slight breeze. You sat on a black chair on the right corner of your room, you were sleeping peacefully with a blanket covering your body.
 


“You shouldn’t be here Sebastian. Get Out !” Whisper a male voice in the hall. 


“I should be saying the same thing to you Claude. Why are you here ? Did you had enough with that little brat that you serve and called ‘My lord’ ?” Said Sebastian calmly but with a hint of anger. 


“That was none of your business. Now begone you dirty, unlooking-“ Claude got cut off when he heard your bedroom door opening and seeing you walking out. 


“What’s going on ?” You ask looking down not wanting to face the sources of the two voice. 


“My apologize my lady, I was about to escort this uninvited guest here.” Said Claude with slight bow and referring to Sebastian that was glaring daggers behind his back. 


“I believe the person that should be escorted should be you.” Said Sebastian. 


“Listen here you demon.”


“ENOUGH !” All eyes were on you making the silent cut their tongue.


“Both of you are my butler, Am I correct ?” You question while rubbing the side of your head. They both nodded their head yes.


“So, I don’t understand why you both are hating each other like cats and dogs. You should be working with each other and helping me to kill my family member.” Sebastian and Claude look at each other for a few minutes until Sebastian lets out a sigh. 


“I believe we can work with each other for a few minutes.” Sebastian said narrowing his eyes at his enemy. He absolute doesn’t like your plan, but he can’t do anything but follow order. 


“I believe we can.” Agreed Claude, but you can tell he doesn’t want to work with the demon butler. You absolute didn’t care, they have to suck it up and drink their own medicine. 


“Once, this deal is over I want both of you to split my soul in half. Evenly. That’s an order.” You said while pointing your finger to the to butler like a mother scowling their children’s. 


They both got on one knee and bow. “Yes, my lady.” 



After taking a shower you look yourself in the mirror seeing two unknown markings on each side of your collarbone. It was both the same pentagram but each has it’s own design and color. Ignoring the new markings you put on your dress; it was a short dress from the front but long from the back and it has a corset holding your torso like it was hugging you,it was strapless so it was being hold by your breast and everyone can see your markings but you didn’t care. Walking to the closet you grab the shoes you wanted to wear that matches with the dress, it was a Greek stylish heels that fit perfectly with your dress. Brushing your (H/C) hair you notice black veins on the side of your right arm. 


Memories of your death came back in your mind, memories of your so call ‘cousin’ that was smiling of your death scene, and memories of your ‘family’ that you thought they loved you but it was all a lie. All of it, everything was a lie. 


“Everything you knew, the people you thought they loved you, and the things that bought you a smile. Were a bunch a lie.” You look at your reflection from the mirror. You could had swear your own reflection talked to you. 


“Shut up.” You whisper angrily. 


“Why should I ? I’m just telling you the damn truth. The truth hurts, doesn’t it ?” Mocked your reflection. 


“Shut up.” You said again a bit louder. 


“Christopher was a lie, Aunt Mary was a lie, Uncle Alexander was a lie, John was a lie, Emma was a lie, Alice was a lie…” Your reflection that was actually in your head was naming every family member in your mother side. 


“Shut up.” 


“Tell me.”


You look up to your reflection to hear what it about to say.


“Was your parents a lie ?”


That was the last straw. 


“SHUT UP !” You threw your hair brush with all your strength, shattering the mirror. But that just made it worse. Each small pieces had your reflection, staring down at you, mocking you. 


“Shut up, shut up, shut up !” You yelled and hitting the small pieces with your fist making it smaller and smaller and drawing out blood. 


“My lady !” You heard Claude coming in your room with Sebastian right to his side. 


“Master, why did you do this to yourself ?” Ask Sebastian with concern. Gently he grab both of your hands that was bloody and had many cuts, some glasses here and there. Sebastian starts to pull the glasses from your hands, you didn’t feel anything when he was pulling off the glass. Pure nothingness. With a final pull Sebastian brought your hand to his mouth to lick and taste your blood but only to be stop by Claude. 


Claude look down at Sebastian with a glare and grab a hold of your left hand while Sebastian hold your right. Crouching down he licks your blood, just one small lick and one small blood brought Claude in-blaze. He’s frozen; couldn’t stand, couldn’t move, or couldn’t breath. Sebastian look at him confuse until he tried your blood. Now, he knows what Claude is feeling. 


You weren’t looking at them while they lick your blood. You were too busy staring down at the small and many reflection of you looking at you with a serious expressions.        


“Her blood…” Said Claude with bewilder.


“Is pure, everything that can make the highest demon go insane. A drug.” Finish Sebastian. 


“Is better than Ciel, better than Alois, better than anyone’s.” Claude was about to say something more but he remembers your order. 


“Come my lady, I shall care your wounds.” Said Sebastian that stood up straight and helped you up. He escort you out from your room leaving Claude behind so he can clean the mess. 


“Please sit here while I grab the First-Aid kit my lady.” Said Sebastian trying to make you to sit down and to relax. You did what he said and just look around waiting for him to come back with the First-Aid kit. 


Somehow you don’t remember this place, but some visions keeps popping up in your head. 


After a few seconds the demon butler came back with the First-Aid kit and started to clean your cuts and wrap it around with a white bandage cloth. “Where am I ?” You said to the butler while looking up the ceiling seeing the beauty of the design and the huge chandelier that was refectling the light bringing out a gold hue around the room. 


“Will this is your mansion my lady. Don’t you remember ? You grew up  here with your parents.” Sebastian finish caring for your wounds and it click in your head. 


Yes, your parents. You grew up here with your mom and dad. 


“Burn it.” You said looking down.


“Pardon me my lady ?” Ask Sebastian not knowing what you meant. 


“Burn it all of it ! Burn the walls, burn the pictures, burn that chandelier down. Burn all the memories, just burn it all! “ You yelled out and standing up straight. Grabbing the chair you threw it across the room  not caring that it made a bad ugly crack on one of the pillars. 


“But my lady, where will we be living ?” Said Sebastian. 


“I have tons of other mansions scatter around the world, we’ll live in one of those. You and Claude are going to burn down this mansions, that’s an order. I can’t stand living here anymore.” You walk out from the room to call for a limo and a private jet. 


You want to burn it all. 


You couldn’t stand with the memories anymore, even the ones you cherish in your heart.  

It was hard to think how to start Your Butler(s) chapter one. 

The Reader is going crazy....oh well, but crazy hot !

Chapter 2 >> (soon) 
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