SebastianxDemon!Reader His Princess Ch 13

SebastianxDemon!Reader

His Princess

Chapter Thirteen: Mey-Rin

                It would be tonight. He would find her tonight and she would be his. Due to her weakness from the venom her poor excuse of a mate injected in her veins, she would be helpless and would not be able to defend herself against the fallen angel. Ezekiel smiled to himself. With the help of the queen, blinded by her grief, and The Feline by his side, there would be nothing standing in Ezekiel’s path of cleansing the earth and being accepted back into heaven to sit beside the Almighty. He could imagine it now. The Almighty would applaud him for using the Prince of Darkness to defeat evil and for converting one of the lowliest creatures into the angel that would be joined with him in the purest bond. He would unleash the most holy fire upon the earth and he would finally become what he knew he was destined to be: the salt to the wounds of humanity and the soap to wash away the filth. He would save them all.

                “Ash, come here!” The angel scowled at his false name and ambled in the direction of the youthful voice. Her majesty was dressed in black as always, still in mourning, but he knew that the youth he returned to her was the true reason why she wore the obsidian veil.

                “My queen, I am here to serve. How may I assist you, your majesty?” He bowed as he was instructed to do so, even though he stood on a much higher authority than any mortal queen. The only one he would bow before truly was the Father, the Almighty Lord.

                 “Is it today?” The queen lifted her veil and the fallen angel found that her cerulean eyes held stark determination. He smirked, for she was willing to do anything for her Albert.

                “Why yes, my queen. It is today.” She nodded in resolution.

                “My Albert always held the Lord close to him and we have tried to instill the same teachings in our beloved children. I just wish that he could stand beside me in this endeavor, but I know that I demand too much in asking that. I take comfort in the knowledge that he looks down on me and I pray that he looks upon this as an act of compassion towards our people. I only do this out of love and concern for their souls.” She placed a hand over her heart in remembrance of her truest and only love.

    “My queen, I assure you that he looks upon this as an example of your love for your people. Your desire to save them not only exhibits love but also shows your nobility and humility to bear the burden that this fire will bring.” The queen could only sigh as she held her hand over her heart, for she was unsure as to whether this was truly an act of the Lord’s divine nature and love.

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    The Crow had walked the boy—Finny—into the alley where he had met Baldroy. He sure was a character all on his own. Humans were truly terrible. Had they no remorse for treating their children in such a manner? Two humans had abandoned their only child for three days, leaving him nothing to eat or drink or even the ability to stand. The boy was strapped to a table and dirtied by his own excrement. Even demons, the foulest of all creatures, nurtured their children. They taught them how to hunt for their own souls to devour when they became too old to live on the sustenance of their mother’s milk alone. Demons sheltered their children until they were at least fifty years old and could defend themselves and even after the child had aged beyond fifty, most parents chose to stay with their children, having built a lasting bond. But humans—the despicable creatures—left their young in such a position as vile and demeaning as Finny’s. God’s chosen people treated their children in such a way. It sickened The Crow and made him resent humanity even more than he already did. They were such arrogant beings, and fragile ones at that. They condemned their own kind so quickly and so harshly. They were given the ability to reunite with the Almighty, yet they throw it away. Demons are condemned by their flesh, but they somehow hold more compassion in some areas than humans.

    The Crow abandoned his thoughts in preparation for another long night without his mate in his arms. He pulled his cloak tighter around his frame to imitate the warmth she provided him, but it did him no good and brought him little comfort. He missed her terribly, that much was evident from the way he carried himself. The bond they had built was growing daily even though they were separated. As The Crow wandered the streets of London once more, he kept a close monitor on the distance between him and his kitten and tried to stay as close to her as possible, for he knew that she must be in great pain. He found this search to be much more aggravating than the first two and he wanted nothing more than a night of rest beside his kitten, but he struggled onward through the afternoon and into the evening in search of the final servant equipped to defend his master’s manor so that he could be reunited with his devoted in the morning.

    It wasn’t until about eight o’clock when he finally found something interesting. The sky had darkened nearly two hours ago and the only people out on the streets were beggars and criminals. How comforting. The Crow was completely covered by his cloak and hat and was barely visible against the raven sky. That is when he came across something most intriguing. He found on the roof of a bookstore a woman with a hunting rifle in hand. Seeing as there could not possibly be deer on the roof of a bookstore, The Crow climbed the roof to be nearer towards her and discover why she carried a gun. Her hair was a muted red, almost a dark pink, and she had the most vibrant hazel eyes that were ever to be seen. Upon closer inspection, The Crow saw that she was heavily made up and that her hair was dyed. She must be a show girl of some sort. Why would an entertainer carry a gun?

    “All right, this is my chance.” The Crow disappeared into the shadows as the woman began to speak. She loaded the rifle and aimed it across the building at a man dressed in lovely attire and surrounded by ladies similar to her. They were all beautiful and all heavily made up with peculiar hair colors. “You have done it now, sir, yes you have. You took my own sister, the only person I had. The things you’ve done to her are unimaginable.” When her finger twitched to pull the trigger, The Crow revealed himself to her, lowering his cloak and removing his hat.

    “My, what sharp eyes you have. Those eyes are exceptional enough to aim perfectly at that man. What a feat that would have been.” The woman turned quickly towards him, aiming the gun at his head.

    “What do you want with me, sir? Leave me to my business and you will walk away with your life.”

    “Ah, but you cannot kill me. I have done you no wrong. Why do you intend to kill this man? Was what he did to your sister so horrible? Is it truly deserving of his life?” The woman blinked her hazel eyes in anger. The Crow asked these questions to understand the genuine character of the woman. Was she a possible candidate to serve at the Phantomhive manor or perhaps a mere murderer?

    “You’re a spy, yes you are. You have done me wrong now.” She cocked the rifle.

    “Well, if you intend to kill me for eavesdropping, may I hear the answers to my questions before my death?” She lowered her gun slowly.

    “Fine. If I tell you, will you leave me be? If you promise not to rat me out, I will tell you the whole lot, yes I will.”

    “I will and I promise.”

    “That man saved me from poverty when I was a mere waifish girl.”

    “You want him dead for giving you life?” Humans were truly strange.

    “Hush, that is not all. He saved my sister too. My parents were killed by an outbreak of influenza in our village and my sister and I were left to wander. Nobody wanted us. I was too old for the orphanages and I would not let her work in a factory beside me and there was no way we were going to go our separate ways. That man offered us shelter and food in exchange for one thing: our bodies. I made the decision to give him mine when he agreed to leave my sister be in exchange for me. Of course I agreed, unaware of the consequences. This ushered in a new era of darkness in my life, yes it did.”

    “Prostitution. I see.” The Crow smirked slightly, definitely interested.

    “That’s not all. Prostitution and mercenary work. He trained me in combat and I killed all his targets. If I objected, I was…punished in terrible ways: rape, starvation, beatings, the whole lot. I only stayed because his money protected my sister. Day after day I was forced to beckon men with the makeup I used to cover my bruises and the hair I dyed to make myself more appealing and exotic. Night after night I was forced to take this gun and kill others. But I did it for my sister, my Ruth. It was only last night when I found her body.” She paused to breathe in her tears, struggling to keep her voice firm. “He had raped her and when he finished, he slit her throat letting her bleed out. She died a slow and painful death! By the time I got to her, there was only her naked body covered in dried blood and semen. My poor Ruth, I am so sorry!” The woman threw her gun at the ground and sunk to her knees in sadness and grief. The Crow stood, taken aback by the whole story, again surprised at the evil that humanity possessed. He strode over to the woman and sat beside her.

    “I am sure that Ruth, wherever she is, knows that you loved her and that you always tried your best to protect her.” The Crow had seen and heard much worse in hell, but the woman reminded him of his mate in a way and the pain she endured made him think of how his mate would react if something like that were ever to happen to her.

    “She was only fifteen! Why Lord?! You claim You are a merciful God, but she was so innocent!” The Crow sat silently, unknowing of what to say next. The Crow sighed, deciding to further comfort the woman with rehearsed kindness and sentimentality.

    “Maybe He took her so that she could be with Him, in a better place than here.” The woman looked to The Crow and smiled, admiring his kindness despite his demonic nature.

    “Thank you, sir. I would like to think that the Lord in His mercy would do such a thing. This wretched land is so corrupt and deceitful.”

    “Would you appreciate it if I told you that there was a way for you to escape? My master is in need of a final servant to defend him and his manor. With your craft in combat, I believe you would prosper under him. Your needs and expenses will be met while you work for my master and if you ever decide to leave, you will be paid a thousand pounds for every year that you work for him.”

    “Sir, I would love that. Thank you so much Mister…”

    “Sebastian Michaelis. You are?”

    “Call me Mey-Rin. Before I leave, there is one thing I have to do.” She stood and picked up the gun and aimed it at the man, who was now sitting alone with only one woman. “This is for Ruth, you savage brute.” She shot him. It was right through the intestines so that he would bleed to death like her poor sister. The woman beside him screamed loudly before Mey-Rin looked away. “My only desire, Mister Sebastian, is that I never need to see clearly again. I have seen such horrible things in my twenty years and I desire to never need to see such things again.” The demon nodded before getting ready to head to the manor with the woman. It was nearly nine o’clock. Finny and Baldroy should have arrived at the manor by now. The Crow smiled once more, eager to return to his mate’s side and embrace her again.