Thank you for the reviews! Anyways, I have released a new fanfiction based on Attack on Titan, Shingeki No Kyojin! Do give it a read if you absolutely love that anime/manga! Anyways enjoy! I kind of cramped everything in one chapter so it's kinda long, but i wanted to finish off this mission as fast as possible so I can focus on developing romance between SebbyxOC, and Grim reapers finally make their appearance, foreboding of next chapters! ENJOY!

Thunder rumbled in the distance, vibrating through her thin body from her fingertips that rested on the window still. Katherine sighed unconsciously, the roaring vicious wind warning her of an impending storm. But she knew that the foreboding weather was nothing compared to the storm raging in her heart.

The room seemed to have grown even darker, the dark clouds threateningly pressed against each other, as if fighting to see which one would break first. A loud crack was heard when streaks of lighting flashed and reflected in her solemn blue eyes. It was surprisingly cold that night, despite being at the end of summer, Katherine noticed.

The winds howls and Katherine could hear the rattling of the branches as the tall trees swayed in the merciless wind. The cold air stung her bare skin as a fearless storm roared with vengeance. She clutched onto her only form of protection from the unforgiving cold, a plain white dressing gown

She found her mind wandering as she stared out the white Venetian glass window to observe the raging storm outside. Torrents of rain and wind thrashed the once serene and bright world outside, showing no mercy to the grand environment around it. Trees were swaying in direction, threatening to come crashing down while the heavy rain collides against it's branches.

Awhile she witnessed this chaos wrecking the world outside, Katherine found herself drowning in her own world of raining thoughts. The air was stifling, and Katherine felt sure that they were eyes on her.

"You will catch a cold if you stand there any longer, young mistress." Sebastian spoke from the doorway, pushing in a silver tray.

"It's raining, Sebastian." Katherine's small voice was just above a whisper, her eyes never tearing away from the chaos outside. She rubbed her sapphire ring, looking distracted when the wind howled and blew her curly chocolate strands away from her face. "It's raining…"

"You haven't appetite has been low ever since you came back so I have prepared some hot milk for you." Sebastian lifted the teapot and poured a long steaming stream of fresh milk into a teacup. He eyed on the back of his young mistress cautiously before asking. "Would you like honey to go with it as well?"

The young countess did not reply her butler, still distracted at the world outside. There was something about the thrill of anticipating something big and the weather had reflected her emotions perfectly.

Sebastian sighed knowingly, walking over to her and shutting the windows. "Young mistress, please stay away from the window." His light footsteps were muffled by the thunder that boomed and echoed across London and he latched the window shut tightly before turning to her. "Please eat something."

She looked at her butler briefly before turning away from him.

It's all for the sake of revenge, she reminded herself over and over again.

But she couldn't help but feel uneasy, not even with Sebastian by her side. The results of their findings took a huge toll on Katherine, Sebastian observed, for she had hardly even spoke or eaten when they arrive back at their London townhouse. The young mistress mood was even worst today and remained aloof and distant throughout the afternoon.

A frown flashed across his perfect features as he watched Katherine carefully. Her soft weary steps, her emotionless stoic eyes and her sluggish movements, concerned him greatly. She looked so despaired and fragile. She didn't look like the Katherine Phantomhive that he knew. She was as vulnerable as a fragile flower and that he could rip her to pieces in a matter of second.

Katherine radiated a sense of sorrow and her movements were almost like she was physically drained. Sebastian wondered what was she thinking, but he had a good sense of what was going on in her, she was affected, and it showed across her expression and actions. Usually, her face appeared completely neutral – as it often did. Sebastian decided this perfect front came from years of practice and controlling his expression around people.

In unguarded moments, Sebastian learned, he could still catch rare glimpses of her true feelings. But those moments were far and in between. By the looks of things, this was one of those rare moments where Katherine allowed herself to wear her heart on her sleeves.

"Would you like to take a nap? You haven't been sleeping well." Sebastian suggested when Katherine sat on her bed. He handed her a cup of warm milk laced with sweet honey. "Your health will deteriorate further."

"I am just not tired or hungry…" Katherine nonchantly replied in a weary voice, sipping on the warm milk. Light seemed to have returned to her eyes as she drank. "It's good…"

"I have added a little brandy to the milk to help calm you down." The demon butler replied.

"Hmph. I am not even anxious, for what do I did brandy?" Katherine rebuffed his comment, her countenance still unfazed and stoic. Her dejected eyes stared dreamily at the wisp of steam.

Sebastian regarded his mistress carefully. "Pardon my impudence, but it seems to be that you have given up already." He commented. He leaned forward, with an amused smirk etched on his face. "To be like this… So vulnerable and disturbed… You are quite lacking in determination now. It's isn't like you, young mistress."

Katherine dug her nails onto her tender thighs. "Hah. Not like me…?" She echoed, considering the impact of her butler's snide remark. "I suppose so. It shouldn't be like me, Countess Phantomhive, the head of the family and the queen's watchdog to be like this." She held a haughty, yet lady like appearance.

She stared at the cup in her hands briefly, before scoffing at herself and placing the warm milk back on the tray. Irritation bubbled inside her. Sebastian is right, what was she thinking? Drinking warm milk with honey like a little terrified puppy at a crucial time like this. How did she get so weak?

"Have you given up already?" Sebastian spoke in a degrading tone.

"Given up? Have you forgotten what keeps me entertained in my dull boring human life?" Katherine scoffed haughtily. She hopped back on her two feet and waved away Sebastian's insulting assumptions, gritting her teeth. "Games, Sebastian. Children love games."

"Is it the love for games, or for the love of winning?" Sebastian went to her dresser, picking up her clothes for the day and placed it on the top of the duvet covers. "You can never lose, not while I remain your loyal chessmen."

"Loyal?" Katherine laughed sadistically at the contradicting description. She clenched into her bandaged palm. "You just want my soul. It's part of your aesthetics."

"Of course my lady." The demon touched her soft cheek, as soft and plump as the cat paws that he adored. He trailed along her jawline and lifted her head up to meet his maroon eyes with his fingers under her chin. "While this contract remains, I shall go wherever you go. All the way to the end, even should your wish be a foolish revenge."

"Foolish revenge…" Katherine echoed, lost in her thoughts. "Yes. I suppose it is."

"Then…" Katherine walked towards Sebastian, tip-toeing nearer to his face as she wrapped her arms around his sarcasm in her voice was light, but very evident. "Isn't it more foolish that you are helping me to acquire such a foolish wish?"

The black butler looked adoringly into the depths of her eyes – her eyes that held unwavering authority and determination as she gazed into him. Enticing, entrancing orbs of the most fascinating mix of cerulean and rich sapphire that even the demon found them enchanting.

Sebastian face glazed in amusement, as usual. "A soul brimming with despair." Sebastian spoke nonchantly. His eyes deadlocked into was something sinister in the way he looked at her, something sinister and triumphant."I am only ensuring that I will receive a soul like that upon competition of my master's foolish wish. That is a demon aesthetics."

"Ah, I forget about that. You and you aesthetics." Katherine chuckled softly, her eyes turning into crescent as she released her hold around him. Somehow she felt sad and lonely at his crude words, but she wasn't going to let it show. She faced her back towards him, changing the subject. "Then, lets bring an end to this quickly."

"Yes, my lady." Sebastian replied and started to undress her for a change of clothes.

"More importantly. What is your report on the findings?" Katherine felt her fine hair stand when her dressing robe left her body, chilly from the cool air. She lifted her arms, allowing her butler to wrap a corset around her.

"Martin Luther is definitely one of Madam Jeffries's minions." Sebastian said, skillfully lacing the corset tightly behind her. "He was your kidnapper."

"A rat touching me, how disgraceful." Her fingers had tightened around the bars of the bedframe and there was a hint of real irritation in her expression, as the corset grew tighter around her waist. "What about that child, Elie?"

"She is not on the missing list. Nor does she have any record about her parents." Sebastian replied, concentrating on dressing for the night's events. "Though, through some confirmed sources, Madam Jeffries was rumored to have a child."

"Of course, with a disfigured face like that. Madam Jeffries would have kept her locked up afraid of the humiliation it would bring to the family..." She concluded as Sebastian proceeded to dress her in a fine red dress. "What about the signet ring? Have you found out how Earl Coleman's family crest landed in the hands of Madam Jeffries?"

"Upon his death, the ring was passed on to his young brother, Lord Jason Coleman." Sebastian went over to the dresser to receive a matching black cloak with red and golden trimmings.

"Knowing his name is enough." Katherine nodded and Sebastian tied the cloak around her neck, and hooped vintage sapphire earrings on her ears. "Have you done your research on the location yet?"

"Certainty. There was plenty of time awhile you were chained in a dungeon." Katherine snapped her head lividly to her butler, shooting a warning glare. Sebastian was unmoved by toxicity of her glare and just continued to watch her expectantly with a grin that Katherine wanted to smack off his face.

Gritting her teeth, she turned her head away in fury and embarrassment. "It is tonight, is it not?"

"That is correct." Sebastian smiled, running his fingers down her thighs and stopped at her foot, wrapping her leg in a luxurious high-heeled black leather shoe embedded with ribbons.

She snorted distastefully, looking at the small clock by her bedside; 1:45 a.m. it read.

"If it was you, we could get there quickly..." She sighed, pressing her forehead to her palm. "My patience is at its limit, I want to go home." Katherine narrowed her doll like eyes and her brows crumpled together like two colliding trucks.

"If it is your wish." Sebastian placed a hand on his chest and bowed dutifully, closing his eyes.

Grabbing onto her black gloves folded neatly on her bed, she slipped her hands inside. "Lets end this quickly Sebastian."

His eyes opened, glistening fuchsia and he smiled, a slow dangerous smile that a predator would give to a prey it already knows it would catch. A smile that sent chills flowing through anyone body over how sinister yet enchanting it looked.

He kneeled in front of her and took her slender hands into his. He slipped the sapphire emerald-cut ring back into her fingers and kissed it gently. "As you wish, my lady."

Katherine's heart sped up again with excitement. The way he said those words… held the hint of something sinister and triumphant.

-{xOx}-

Katherine didn't know where they were headed for. Everything happened in a flash and her human sight couldn't keep up with the sheer amount of speed. She kept her eyes shut tightly and buried her head butler's chest a while her hands safely locked around her sprinting demon. She breathed in his scent and her hands curled around his shirt.

Fast, so incredibly fast and Katherine could feel the strong gust of wind pressing viciously on her skin when he zipped and maneuvered through the forest and roads in an astonishing speed. She opened her mouth, ready to ask Sebastian more about their destination, when the words died on her lips.

She was forced to put her trust completely in Sebastian, as he led her through the darkness. This, she decided, was nothing new. Katherine knew she could trust her demon.

"Young mistress, we are here." Sebastian soothing voice flowed into her ears, and Katherine blinked for a moment, allowing her eyes to recoup to the surroundings. She could feel her heart drop to her stomach when she saw where she was. She hadn't been here in the last three years; it was the last place she wanted to be.

Placing on the best apathetic expression that she could muster, Katherine tried her hardest to remain unaffected by the sight of her surroundings. But Sebastian knew better, he could sense the horror radiating from her body and could see the slight trembling of her lips as she studied the surroundings.

The black butler shot a glance at Katherine, her face remaining as expressionless as always. Sebastian knew all to well that his young mistress was putting on a strong front regardless of the turmoil in her heart, this place held too many memories for her.

Katherine dropped to the ground and turned to her silent companion, letting her eyes roam over his dark form before resting on his face. "Let's go…" She rasped out. Her throat was dry and parched. It had been a long time since either one of them last spoke.

Sebastian looked down and regarded her carefully. His dark red eyes pinned her down with a steady gaze as he tried to evaluate her state-of-mind. Only after deciding that Katherine was in good health and in no way in any danger did he seem satisfied enough to look away.

"Yes, my lady." He said soothingly, and moved his attention to the road ahead. Katherine continued to watch him, waiting for some further explanation, but Sebastian offered none. The silence stretched on, and Katherine finally gave up, sighing as she looked away.

They continued on with their forced march. Step by step, they went at a steady but relentless pace. This was the place, Sebastian claimed, this was the place where the kidnappers were.

Katherine felt each step get heavier. She sneaked a glance up at Sebastian. She could just see the outline of his face, partially covered by his dark hair. He radiated a sense of calm, but moved forward with an air of determination. His determined gaze was locked firmly on the road ahead.

The dirt road had turned into paved cobblestone. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took her first steps on the hardened ground. She looked back at the place where the cobblestone started and then forward again to where the new paved road went up a hill.

There was a building in the distance. As she looked on, unwanted memories that she had kept locked up for all these years threatened to spill out. Katherine felt her heart stop when she recognized the place.

There was no doubt now – this was the place where she had summoned Sebastian three years ago. The place that killed her, ruin her, the place where she was enslaved and humiliated.

A replica of the dirty old mansion that she ordered Sebastian to burn down three years ago stood tall in where the original building was. On the sides of the mansion, vines had attempted to take over. Weeds choked out most of the patchy lawn and the windows held a dirty tint. It appeared as if it had been abandoned for quite some time.

But why? Hadn't this mansion been burnt down years ago? Why did something rebuild this?

Memories came back in pieces and she was slowly putting them together in her mind. Her lips curved into a slow sad smile, and she tugged on Sebastian's sleeve, taking a deep breath in an effort to steady herself and her newfound exploding emotions. Those bitter memories, that haunted her, raped her, chained her down and repeatedly continued it's torturous process.

"Shall I knock?" Sebastian said, in a measured tone when they finally reached the front door of the mansion. He turned to Katherine to gauge her reaction.

Clenching her fist, Katherine jaw tightened as she took matters into her own hands and knocked loudly on the door. She had decided that she was going to be strong. Nothing can break her – she wasn't the old Katherine anymore.

She had expected this after she saw the mark on the signet ring. She had expected that she would come back here after looking at the engraving - the same logo of her slave mark etched on her back engraved into the gold plate of the ring, the logo of the savages that had soiled her.

But what came after the knock, Katherine never expected. "Countess Katherine Phantomhive." A thin blonde woman greeted, bowing her head. "We have been expecting you." She tried to hide her surprise, but Madam Jeffries had already caught on it.

"You are well-informed." Katherine commented coolly, holding onto Sebastian's black sleeves tighter. She narrowed her eyes distastefully at her host, remembering her face from the photos. "It was you after all, Madam Mary Jeffries."

"The same to you, my lady." Mary Jeffries smirked knowingly, and moved to the side of the entrancing, extending her hand and inviting them in. "Please, come in."

The place was musky and dirty and Katherine felt her throat grew unbearably dry when she scanned her surroundings. Everything was the same as she remembered it, the smell of death, the inverted cross decorations, and the flickering light of black candles. The aura of the room was thick and condensing, cruel and grim.

Her mind vividly flashed back to the scene, how they branded her, how they humiliated her and tainted her black as a sacrifice. How they were going to kill her. Katherine felt that if she listened closely enough, she could hear the screams of the dying children as a knife was plunged into their hearts, it almost seem to have come from the walls.

With her eyebrows crumpled to a frown, her eyes went wide when she found the voices flowing back into her head. Hissing, she breathed loudly; awhile her eyes began to wander aimlessly throughout her room. She hated it; she hated how much this place had an affect on her.

She felt her stomach wrench uncontrollably just as Sebastian caught onto her, propping her up, holding her arms for balance. "Young mistress…"

"I am fine!" Katherine hurriedly scrambled to pick up what little composure she had left.

There was no denying that the young countess had learn what death was at a young age, how humans were the most perverted and disgusting creatures that ever walked the earth and what it meant when you fell so low to call forth a demon. But the important lesson of all, was learning that humans were capable of dragging themselves out from the pits of hell.

Katherine breathing hitched, yes; she was going to drag herself out of hell again, and along her escape she would bring upon her wrathful fury.

Sebastian offered only a small smile. The first true smile he had given in a long time. "What will you have me do? Kill her?" He whispered softly in her ears as Madam Jeffries strolled forward, idly humming a dark tune.

"Not yet." Katherine was horrified at this point but her face and tone remained impassive. She had never once expected that everything would be built as it was three years ago. But how? Everyone was eradicated that day, all those that had stained her was long gone. Katherine remembered the day like it was yesterday, fresh and vivid in her mind.

Had she mistaken? Was there a survivor from that time? Were they other members?

"How is it? Have you picked up any of presence of the missing?" Katherine inquired, glaring holes at the back of Madam Jeffries head.

"Yes, but I do not know if they are all here." Sebastian spoke regrettably, his brows crumpled together in a clash.

"Hee hee." Katherine and Sebastian snapped their heads to Mary, who stopped at a front door leading to the basement. She was smiling a secret smile. "I have never expected you, the famed Countess, to be just a mere child."

"Shut up." Katherine gritted her teeth, feeling raw hate filled emotions explode. "You will not speak to me with such familiarities."

Mary shrugged, smiling wider at the same time. Walking towards Katherine and her butler, she handed them two white masquerade mask. Katherine recognized it immediately, how could she not? It was the same mask that they wore, those mask-men that have soiled her.

Katherine had enough now. The woman's calm and devious demeanor aggravated Katherine to the core, she was mocking her, taunting her, she knows about her past, everything couldn't be just a mere coincidence! In an instant, she whipped out her gun from her cloak and pointed it towards a stunned Mary. "Speak! Where are the missing ladies? What do you know about me?"

The middle-aged lady seemed to be unmoved by her threatening action, merely placing a pleasant smile. She bravely took a step forward, leveling her dark gaze with Katherine's. "We have been waiting for you. We know everything about you, young countess."

"Bring me to the women now, this is your last chance." Katherine threatened with vengeance. How much she had desired to pull the trigger then and then, no one must know about her tainted past, but she had her job to partake as the queen watchdog – she needed further information to report to the queen.

Mary pushed her gun away from her with two fingers. "I will be grateful if you stop pointing that dangerous thing at me. I would be glad to show you what we have prepared for your arrival."

"Shut up!" Katherine fumed. Her fingers on the trigger were shivering from terrors of her past.

"Mary! Is that any way to treat our valued guest?!" A stern voice hollered from the other side of the room. Katherine tore her attention away from the stoic Madam and snapped her incredulous eyes at the direction of the voice.

He stepped out into the light, his identity hidden underneath the white masquerade mask and clapped his hands together, speaking with great joy. "Countess Phanthomhive, forgive the impudence. Mary meant you no harm."

"…" Sebastian and Katherine exchange a fleeting glance, a look of confusion etched on their faces as they suspiciously eyed on the newcomer. Who is he?

The mysterious male grinned, clasping his thin fingers together, studying the fragile small countess. His voice was laced greedy eagerness, like a child who couldn't wait for dessert after dinner. "You… You really did come. It feels like a dream to be see you in person once again."

"Once again?" Katherine cocked her eyebrow, squinting her eyes as she tried to unravel his identity and purpose. Everything was shrouded in mystery and Katherine was determined to get to the very bottom of this.

"Come, let us proceed, you wanted to see the women right?" He spoke invitingly, his voice warm and fond, like he bore a certain sick affection for the young countess. He pushed the doors to the basement open and stomped his way down eagerly, Mary following shortly behind.

Katherine looked at Sebastian skeptically for a moment, but he only spared her mere nod, indirectly assuring her that nothing would happen. They travelled down the stairs, and it felt like forever before Mary stopped at a large oak door.

Metal cages, hundreds of them, small and cramped and rusty with age. The putrid smell of the decaying and diseases hung like a poisonous vapor in the air. Sebastian was astonished to see the number of women held captive in them. "It appears that there are more victims that wasn't listed in the list, young mistress."

"Even if it is human trafficking, you handle your products way too roughly." Katherine stated impassively, scanning the room. The emotionless faces of the kidnapped, their frail fingers so thin to a point they looked like skin wrapped around a skeleton. Those eyes. Those were the eyes that Katherine knew so well, those eyes brimming with despair.

The mysterious man beside her chuckle, his eyes lighting up in joy. "Do you like it?"

"What are you going to use these women for?" Katherine spoke firmly, with steel threading behind it, a silent threat that one wrong answer and he would dead in a snap. Sebastian could only smirk in amusement beside her.

"Come with e, my sweet lady." He invited with a sadistic playful hint that didn't go unnoticed by Sebastian. Mary laced her arm around her lover as they guided their guest deeper into the basement.

Katherine brought up a hand towards her frantically beating heart. Deep down, she knew exactly where this was all leading, and she didn't like it one bit. Katherine knew that her senses were right and she came well prepared for it.

But saying something and actually doing it was a whole different story. Katherine incredulous eyes widen when the immense metal doors creaked open. No amount of mental preparation could save Katherine in a situation like this. She could feel her heart-rate speed up, pumping blood throughout her body – the fiery heat covering the cold.

Hot. Cold. Numb. The world was spinning out of control as the darkness threatened to closed in. Katherine was gasping out, panting – both caused from the vile stench of death wafting around the room and from the horrifying tragic scene in front of her.

An occult. The logo. The worshippers. The cages. The demonic symbol engraving on the floor. The altar. The frighten eyes of the sacrificial lambs. The iron stench of blood. The sadistic laughs. The devil worshippers.

Everything was the same as that day three years ago.

Her legs turned into jelly and she felt all the strength in her vanish in an instant. Over fifty sadistic hungry eyes hidden behind masquerade mask observed at her, scattered through the room. It was almost as if they were waiting for her, the main course of the finest dinner they were expecting.

Everything was the same as she remembered it and it sight was enough to drive her livid. She stepped back fearfully, seeing it in person once again was too much for her to handle. "W – what…"

She felt her back hit something hard and black-sleeved arms snaked around her protectively like a barrier. Sebastian brought her hand to his lips, and pressed a surprising chaste and gentle kiss against her palm. "I am here, young mistress." He reassured her.

Hearing Sebastian voice calmed her down significantly. She relaxed her stiffened body, desperately trying to piece back her composure. The mysterious male seemed to have noticed Katherine's dismay and he frowned in concern. "Are you alright, my lady?"

BANG!

He dropped to the ground, moaning in pain as the bullet pierced his leg. Katherine panted furiously, her forehead slick with cold sweat and her fingers trembling from the trigger. "You!" She screamed, ready to pull the trigger a second time to end his life.

"Leader!" Immediately the worshippers in the room grabbed their guns, pointing menacingly towards Katherine and Sebastian. The demon stiffened, eyeing with vengeance at the impudent humans, how dared they point a gun at her!

"My lord!" Mary charged towards Katherine, but was easily subdued by Sebastian, holding her at knifepoint.

"The lots of you! Do not point the gun at the countess! You should all know well who she is she. Lower your guns immediately! You must never kill her!" Their leader ordered, paying no heed to the burning pain on his left leg.

Garnering all the strength he had left, he looked up towards the beautiful merciless countess. "That weapon does not suit you at all, my sweet lady. Besides, I do not wish to fight you."

"What do you want from me?" Katherine was aware that her arms and shoulders were shaking, but she held himself up, using her very last vestiges of strength, willing herself not to collapse. A silence hung in the air as a new stillness filled the room, the worshippers reluctantly lowering her guns at their leader's commands.

"I remember you just like it was yesterday…" The leader spoke dreamily, even though his eyes were hidden beneath the darkness of the mask, Katherine was sure that he was staring at her – hungrily like a wild beast that hadn't been fed for weeks. It was almost like… he was hungry for her. "Where you were bought in, frighten and in tears…"

"Y – you…" Impossible. Katherine realized where the direction of this conversation was heading. Her chest was rising and falling with each heavy breath.

The male removed his masquerade mask, dropping it to the ground behind him. "My name is Earl Jason Coleman. Think hard sweet Katherine. For I was the one who bought you from the slaves market three years back."

"A – ah…" Katherine couldn't believe what was happening. How was this possible? She had everyone slaughter in the room! They were dead! She saw it with her own two eyes!

"You butchered them didn't you? You slaughtered them like nothing… You burned the place down to ashes…" Jason narrated softly, yet there was undercurrent in his voice that made Katherine nervous. He snapped his eyes and deadlocked it into a pair of sapphire ones. "You were granted power…"

She didn't know what to say. Too shock, too surreal – it was impossible.

"That day… when you burnt them. I watched from a far in the dense forest, I watched the mansion crumbled to the ground, eaten by the flames. But it wasn't until I saw you in London, the sole savior of the massacre, did I finally realize… That it was you who killed them…"

"Y – you…" Katherine realized her mistake. Of course, she had merely assumed that everything involved in her humiliation was in that room when she ordered their death, but Katherine had foolishly neglected the possibility that they might be others out there, survivors from the cult.

"Of course, I had to confirm my assumptions somehow." Jason laughed madly. "Did you enjoy killing my brother, my sweet lady?"

Her eyes widen in realization. "You were the one who sent me the party invitation… You condemned your own flesh and blood to hell just so you can prove some theory?" Her stomach felt sick at that thought.

"It was all for the greater good, he was a small sacrifice." Jason affirmed in a weak voice, struggling he propped himself up in one knee. He clenched his fist and placed it on his chest, bowing his head. "I have a request, my lady."

"Would you give us your love?"

Katherine eyes widen in shock, she heard stifling sounds and mummers and the rest of the worshippers fell to their knees, bowing their head towards their Katherine. "What… What are you talking about? I came here to eradicate all of you on the queens orders!"

"Yes, I am quite aware of that." Jason smiled tenderly. "Nevertheless, you belong with us Katherine, and we are forever at your service. Teach us, guide us, and spread the greater good in this world! Show us how to summon the demon! Show us how you obtained the divine protection!"

Katherine trembled viciously, dropping the gun on the floor. Sebastian looked impassive as he watched the mask-men bow to their beloved Katherine and he couldn't help but laugh at their foolish actions.

What foolish interesting creatures humans are, Sebastian mused in his head. But he enjoyed the scene nevertheless, it was ironic that they didn't even that there was a demon in the room.

Jason laughed airily, throwing his hand up in the air as he faced his relatively large group of followers, he turned to the frozen countess in adoration. "What is wrong my lady? We have been preparing this for you! Or… do you need something more?"

Sebastian was getting uneasy watching his young mistress, her breathing was ragged and she was sweating purposely. Jason panicking when he too, saw that Katherine was no longer moving. A flash of fear spread across his face. "Is this not to your liking? Mary let's prepare to do the ritual!"

"Yes, my lord." Mary smirked vilely, her cat like eyes narrowing down venomously. She gave the signal to start the ritual. A loud ringing was heard echoing and reverberating throughout the room. 3.00.a.m, the time of the devil has finally arrived. Cheers and laughers boomed the sea of masked men and women.

Sebastian watched emotionlessly at the tragic barbaric inhumane unfolded beyond his very eyes. A frail looking women kicked and screamed as the mask-men dragged her out of her cage. "AH! LET ME GO PLEASE!"

"My lady, are you enjoying yourself? I have prepared all this for you! I even had this mansion re built to its former glory. Let's redo that day once more! The sacrificial lambs, the worshippers, in the exact same location!" Jason sadistic laughter ripped the condensing air into two. "I beg you, my lady, show us! Show us what happened that day! Let the devil grants our wishes!"

Katherine watched in horror, her guts twisting and turning in all directions. The sacrificial lambs scrambled in the cages, frightened as they watched their cage mates slaughtered on the tables without mercy as the onlookers laughed. She trembled in agony, soaking in the painful familiar scene. Her fist were clenched in tight balls, she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"NO!" She shouted, her voice cracking from the stress. Her hands grabbed fistful of her chocolate hair. Teething in pain and anger, she shook vigorously from the immense pressure of the memories her horrifying past.

"What is wrong my lady?" Jason strolled towards her, towering over her as he landed a comfortingly hand on her head. "What more do you need? Tell us. Grace us with your fantastic splendors of blood, just like how to killed my brother… Just like how you killed them three years ago!"

"How dare you…" Katherine clenched her jaw together, trying to control herself. Events of her past flashed across her mind. She reached up she covered her ears; this was her absolute worst nightmare. She could hear the pitiful screams in her subconscious, they were blaming her. Her voice cracked and fury as hot as raging fire plagued her eyes.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" She roared with vengeance, grabbing her knife strapped around her thigh and plunging it straight into Jason's unguarded stomach. "HOW DARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU?!"

Mary shrieked in horror, quickly rushing towards to aid Jason. But Sebastian was quicker, his hands snaking up behind her and twisting her arm. Mary screamed in horror as her arm dislocated in an instant, and she fell to the ground in pain. "I would suggest against interrupting my mistress, my lady." The demon warned precariously, his lips a merciless sadistic twisted smile.

Everything happened in a flash, the mask-men simultaneously whipped out their guns. Pulling on the trigger, they fired, but the bullets never reached the countess. "W – what happened?!" One of them shouted in distress.

"It is not in good manner, to interrupt somebody in amidst of their conversation." Sebastian shook his head, the bullets trapped between his fingers. He smiled wickedly, dropping the bullets to the ground, taking pure amusement from their horrified looks.

"NO! NO! NO!" Katherine moaned, finally gave into the oppressing memories, allowing it to swallow her whole. The hot pain shot up her lower back, and then twisted around to her heart. The hot, stinging bitter tears finally came – after three long years – they finally spilled out of her eyes.

Again and again, she stabbed him, ruthlessly and recklessly plunging her dagger into him.

People like him deserve to die, people like him should be eradicated… People like him deserve hell!

"Young mistress…" Warm gentle hands touched hers, halting her from swinging it any further. Sebastian stood behind her, one arm wrapped around her and he gently pulled her away from Jason, He whispered soothingly in her ear. "He is… already dead."

"A – ah…" Katherine finally trailed her eyes beneath her, dropping her bloodied dagger as she took in the ghastly image. She didn't know how many times she had thrust the dagger into him; she was too thirsty, too thirsty for spilled blood.

Jason Coleman was barely recognizable now – he was nothing more than an unidentified corpse, painted with blood, his entrails spilling out from the multiple stabs wounds. Huffing loudly, Katherine had exhausted herself to a point where all she could do was breath.

Her eyes were plagued with terror, terror and satisfaction as she looked at the corpse. She could feel Sebastian's hot breath on her neck, soothing her like a she was the most precious thing. "Young mistress… Everything is all right now; you are no longer in the cage… Call for me, say my name."

Katherine had briefly forgotten about Sebastian, too drunk on pleasures of exacting her anger. She had turned her concentration back to the worshippers in the middle of the room and relished in the terrified eyes as they looked at her.

The young countess knew what they were thinking. She could feel it in their horrified gaze. How could a young innocent child like her, be so brutal in killing?

The masked-men froze in their spot when Katherine her lips curving into a sensuous taunting smirk, all traces of the weak innocent girl gone and replaced with something more… sinister.

"You wanted to summon a demon didn't you?" Katherine began with a sharp edge, addressing the crowd of silent worshippers, Sebastian smirked behind her, anticipating her orders. "Well… I will show you what happened that day. How they died at the hands of the demon..."

"Sebastian, this is an order." Katherine called out to Sebastian standing behind her, his hand still wrapped around her shoulders. She gingerly reached her hand out, cupping his cheek. "You see all this filth in front of me? Get rid of it, they are an eyesore."

"Yes, my lady." Sebastian eyes gleamed a stunning fierce fuchsia, as he bit at the edge of his gloves.

-{xOx}-

She heard it, the screams. Those terrible anguish screams, just what had happened? Elie Jeffries didn't care anymore, she didn't care that about her mothers orders, she didn't care that she was strictly forbidden to enter the basement. Mother could hit her, strike her and even sent her away to live in the slumps, but it doesn't matter, Elie just wanted to make sure that her mother was safe.

She sprinted as fast as her thin legs could carry her, huffing in a rhythmic motion as she maneuvered her way quickly down the stairs. The screams had stopped now, she observed, but there was a sickening tension in the air that gave Elie Goosebumps. She could fill it at the pit of her stomach, something had gone terribly wrong…

Finally, she reached the steel metal doors. Elie had always wondered what lies inside, why Jason and her mother were so secretive about it. Many guest, or family as Jason would call them, were invited downstairs, but Elie was always kept out this meetings.

Before she could push open the metal doors, a loud creaking was heard before it opened from the other side. "L – Liz?" Elie stuttered, she bit on her lips, shocked at the current state of her.

The girl that stood before her was no Liz, the weak maid girl that had met. The girl standing in front of her was dreadfully alluring, her hair cascading down her back with a chocolate waterfall, the tips heavy with dried blood.

Her hands were stained red, blood splatters littered over her face and clothing.

Yet despite the bloody gruesome mess she was in, she still looked flawless, ethereal, stunning - it was like blood complimented her and it clung onto her like a second skin.

"W – what… What happened to you…" Elie tried her best to keep her composure, but there were the obvious cracks in her voice. Another agonizing scream rippled through the air, and Elie instantly snapped out of her stunned trance and looked into the room. "Mother!" She called out, ready to sprint into the room.

"Dead." Katherine finally spoke, her eyes half-lidded like she was emotionally fatigued. "I killed her."

"Y – you… W – what?" Elietook a step back, severely distressed by the news. "You are lying! Let me see her at once!" She brushed Katherine by the shoulders, wanting to enter the doors behind her.

"There is nothing worst than seeing your parents corpse." Katherine murmured, catching onto Elie's wrist before she could enter. Taking advantage of the fact that Elie was too stunned by the news, she pulled her in front of her, and spoke rigidly. "Mary Jeffries is dead, I killed her."

Elie felt her throat grow parched dry, her thumping heart beat elevate, and her nerves recoil in fright at the awareness of danger trailing in front of her, a truly beautiful danger in front of her. She felt her stomach twisted in a knot, and fear creeping up her spine when her back touched the wall. "Why Liz?"

"My name is Katherine Phantomhive, the queen's watchdog and the infamous evil nobleman." She correctly sternly, but the young countess's face lacked emotion as she stared at Elie. Nothing was detectable on her face, cool and emotionless like a bronze mask.

"Young mistress… We must get back to the manor as quickly as possible." Sebastian came out from the metal door, putting on a new pair of white gloves. His eyebrow cocked up when he saw Elie.

"W – why did you do it! Mother was kind, she was trying to help me!" Elie shrieked. Katherine noticed Elie's glowering and accusing eyes, she straighten up at his sight, laughing.

"Kind? HAHAH, yes we humans are kind!" Katherine sang, tilting her head upwards as she laughed merrily. She locked gaze with Elie, a malevolent look on her cool angelic featuresShe glowered at the diminishing human, her eyes pinning her down with her menacing gaze. Katherine's heart was clearly saddened at the obliviousness that was streaming from the Elie's small body, this child, Katherine knew, could never survive in a cold dangerous world like this.

"Your mother kidnapped hundreds, used them as sacrificial lambs to summon a demon to grant her wishes. She slaughtered her own sister with her bear hands, and took her unborn baby as a sacrifice to the demons. Now tell me, sweet Elie… Is your mother kind…?"

"S - she did it for me… And you killed her!" Elie roared, hot stinging tears spilling out of her eyes. She trembled at the news, Hatred and vengeance was entrenching her body was growing with every passing second as she desperately tried to hold back the tears. "You will pay for this… YOU WILL-"

"Sebastian… The trash…"

Katherine felt terribly fatigue as they walked, passing through the basement where the slaves were kept. She could hear the soft footsteps of Sebastian trailing behind her. Katherine could feel gazes pinned on her, those despaired eyes that bore into her soul.

"Please… God I beg you… have mercy on us…"

She looked towards one of the nearby cages, looking at the owner of the soft voice. Sapphire eyes appraised her like a lifeless doll, and Katherine watched a child, no other than ten with her hands interlocked together in a prayer.

"It's useless…" Katherine spoke softly when the child locked gazes with her. She could see the terror in the child's eyes at her current bloody state. "God does not exist, no one will recuse you…"

A long time ago; Katherine had decided that the dark was just as beautiful as the night.

The gleaming moonlight sparkled exactly like the burning sunrays, the sounds of hooting owls and noisy crickets sounded equally as charming like the birds and buzzing bees – there was not much of a difference, yet why do people choose to live in the light over the dark?

Stupid people, Katherine would correct herself, only stupid people would choose to live a life in the light rather than the darkness.

"Young mistress..." Sebastian called out, causing Katherine to halt in her tracks, snapping out of her cloud of dark thoughts. "Are you alright?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" Katherine replied impassively, not turning her back to face him. Sebastian merely nodded his head wanting to move forward, but Katherine remained rigid to the place where she stopped.

She glazed her emotionless eyes around the place, seeing hundreds of pleading eyes looking at her behind the bars of cage. Katherine could almost see her past in them, how she too, was once locked in a cage and treated nothing more than an animal.

Her despaired past was still fresh in her memory, and Katherine wondered if she looked as pitiful as them when she met Sebastian.

Her past when her fists would only bleed, not strike, when she witnessed and touched death, only to feel her fingertips shudder in despair. When everything she had held dear was obliterated, pulverized, burnt to dust and washed away in the ferocious raging fire then forgotten forever.

Just like how they set ablaze her every source of happiness, she will do it them too.

"Young mistress?" Sebastian spoke softly. She turned around abruptly and wrapped her frail arms around his waist, burying her face into his chest. Surprise flashed across the demon's face, as he heard Katherine mutter something inaudible into this shirt. Touching her hair softly, he opened his sinuous lips to speak. "What is wrong…?"

She lifted her face from his shirt and locking her apathetic sapphires eyes with his ruby reds one, her voice grim and tight. "…Burn it to the ground, Sebastian…"

"What about the queen's order-" He paused midway when he saw the flash of determination in her narrowed imploring eyes, and he smiled softly, nodding his head. Pressing his lips on her forehead, Sebastian could taste the blood of the decreased on her. He couldn't begin to describe how beautiful she looked to him, unwavering, vicious and beautiful like dancing rapier.

Wrapping his tightly around her, the flames from the candles raged viciously under his demonic powers, spreading its wrathful fury around them.

"As you wish, my lady." Fire blazed around them, it's orange tongue's licking the oxygen around them as Katherine heard the first screams. She sighed and closed her eyes, safe in her demon's arms.

Somewhere off the distance, he watched with intent and amusement. He raked his long fingers down this long silk scarlet hair and smirked, his sharp razor teeth in full display. "As expected from one who's hired a demon…" He observed the raging fire with great intent.

"Cold… and merciless, a soul that cannot be saved." His lips curled upwards as he clenched harder onto the scarlet modified death scythe in his arms. "Red is the color of fiery passion… Oh, this is such a brilliant sight to die for!" He threw his hands around himself, and blushed.

"Senpai! What are you doing?! You don't want to work any over time do you?" A young male with the same stunning yellow-green stepped into the scene, dragging over his lawnmower death scythe. He pushed his blonde hair back into his usual cowlick.

The red-hair grim reaper grinned mischievously. "Of course not!" He screamed, sighing before reverting his eyes back to the blazing scene. "But what an angelic devil… Such an insatiable creature putting on a tailcoat and playing butler…" He licked his lips. "Makes me wonder what kind of man he is…"

Sorry if not much romance going on. It's hard to develop romance when you're busy cracking your brain at on a mission, next chapter will definitely include some really cute scenes for all you fangirls out there! I have already written half of it! Thank you for you support! And yes, Grim reapers finally make their appearance, foreboding of future chapters. *attacks Grell* I LOVE YOUUU!