This is a 3x3 between Neko-chan, Stardustblade, and Soul Eater Evans.

 

"He will also be wrapped up in beautiful thorns and become an evil flower, won't he? In that world of darkness, would he become the only great moon, completely out of reach?"

-Baron Kelvin referring to Ciel Phantomhive in Kuroshitsuji: Book of Circus.

-Summary-

Aya Everus started her job the Queen's Watchdog four years after the previous watchdog, her father, died on mission from Queen Victoria.

The year is 1890, and along the young Viscountess is a man of many mysteries, Veran Sterben.

Aya had been missing for a year after her fathers death, and returned to the Queen with him beside her.

Together, Aya and Veran will work together to free the Queen from her worries surrounding London's underground.

But will the Pandora Household keep them from doing so?

Will the supernatural have effects on Aya's work?

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Normal KH13 rules appy.

No overly long, or too short post. At least one sentence will do as long as it hits all the points needed.

Gore in spoilers.

Romance welcomed.

Keep true to the story

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Character Sheet-
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Contract Seal Appearance/Description and location on body(nothing inappropriate, for demon and demon masters only)-
Biography(Optional for Butlers)-
Weapon(Optional for Masters)-
Anything Else-
 

Viscountess: 

 

Character Sheet-

Name: Aya Everus

Age: 17 (18 as of page 23) 

Gender: Female

Appearance: 

 

 

 

 

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Contract Seal Appearance/Description and location on body- 

 

Located in left eye

Biography- Aya lost her virginity at the age of 10 years old to her father's brother, Charles. Due to her parent's work, her mother running a clothing line and her father working for the Queen, they were completely unaware. 
Aya was continuously sexually abused by her uncle's hand, and too scared to speak up about it. It only grew worse when Aya's mother died due to fever.
After Viscount Alexander Everus was killed, Uncle Charles insisted he was chosen as the new watchdog. The Queen refused, for Charles was a second born. Uncle Charles was furious, and Aya was thrown out into the streets. 
A brothel picked Aya up, however she at first did not know that they were not only a brothel, but ALSO a cult. They were against the Queen, and held interest in black magic. After Charles happened to step into the brothel one day, he informed the owner that Aya was an Everus.  
They instantly treated Aya like slum, making her work for them as a prostitute. This happened on her 15th birthday. Charles started working for the brothel, and made Aya's life hell. That is when she made her decision. She wished things were like back then, before her abuse. Aya "accidentally" summoned something she would regret for the rest of her life, using the black magic of the cult. She summoned the high demon, "Veran Sterben".  
Upon the contract for her happiness and how things were back then, she offered upon her soul. This contract was sealed until her wishes were fulfilled. 
Weapon- Small white pistol.
Anything Else-
- Loves Peach, White, and Blue Roses.
- Enjoys cold strawberry cake
- Suffers from PTSD, panic attacks, and is prone to getting sick. 
- Her relationship with Veran is rather strong.
- Spoiled Brat
- Only enjoys some types of tea
- Wears short dresses, even though it is immodest. Veran speculates this is because of her abused years. 

- Timid about relationships

- Her goal is to get revenge on her uncle. 

 

Theme- 

 

 

 

Reaper: 

 

 

 

Name: Charlotte Ira

​Appearance:

 

Weapon(s): A shovel. (shinigami have some weird weapons.)

Cause of death: Burning of her own body. 

 

 

 

 

Demon-

 

Character Sheet-
Name: Veran Sterben
Age: Appears around 26, physical age...about 295.
Gender: Male
Appearance:  

 

 

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Contract Seal Appearance/Description and location on body-

 

 

Location: On the palm of Veran's right hand, hidden underneath his gloves.

Biography- IT WILL BE REVEALED IN THE RP BUT IF YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW...

 

 "Veran Sterben" was born in 1595 living in Germany. He was a Catholic, but strayed from his faith and fell into the art of witchcraft. After trying to fight in the Thirty Years' War, he was accused of withcraft. He was killed before the Bamberg Witch Trials after two weeks of ongoing torture.  

 

Weapon- A folding pocket knife with various tools attached to it and two flintlock revolvers that he keeps under his coat, on a belt. 
Anything Else-

Most possibly the biggest asshole on earth. 

Big showoff

Loves Aya a lot, but still can be harsh towards her

Has a fear of being human again. 

Hungry. Very hungry in fact. 

Enjoys getting on peoples nerves. 

 

 

Official tumblr of this roleplay: http://ayaelizabetheverus.tumblr.com/

Edited September 11, 20169 yr by Madam Ciel Nekohive

Lazarus and Wulfric listened to Veran's explanation. It sounded something out a fantasy novel, there was no way that it could possibly be true. Yet, with everything they had seen, everything they had experienced...this was not that far off. Lazarus examined the files, focusing on the very last one, and just like that their shimmery happiness dulled like the stones on gravel. "Mister Samael...but...he's been so nice! He wouldn't do something so terrible!" Wulfric insisted. "According to this file once his true self wakes up, he won't be Samael anymore. He won't have the will he used to have over his body, and will cause death all across the world." Lazarus said as he slapped the file closed. "Unless we want to live Aya and Veran don't have a choice." Lazarus explained. Wulfric growled, frowning while at it. "Then...it can be someone else! She doesn't have to kill him, Veran can and she doesn't have to witness it either." Wulfric insisted. "That isn't our choice to make." Lazarus hissed, looking over at Veran and then up at the stairs. "It's Aya's. As much as we want to help her. In the end of the day, she is the master of the house." Lazarus reminded. Wulfric frowned, whimpering slightly. "...Yes sir." Wulfric muttered, looking up at Veran sadly. "I'm just...all the time I've met Aya, from the very short of it all...I've never seen her as happy as she is with that man." Wulfric admitted. Nikolai sat on the roof of the manor, staring out at the sky as if it was the last time he would ever be able to see it. "You better do your part, Aya." Nikolai whispered. "I chose you, after all."

"There is another being inside of Samael so to say. You guys have seen me properly take care of Aya...yet you guys have also seen how brutal I can actually be. Samael will be brutal if his real self awakens...but we must remember that is not who Samael really is...but once he awakens...he will not be able to be saved. Samael is unable to be saved now....unless he is killed." Veran explained, letting out a sigh.

"Aya will have to kill Samael and Charles. No matter what. I can take care of the other two horsemen. However, the responsibility of killing Samael and Charles falls on the hands on Aya." Veran said very seriously, looking at Wulfric and Lazarus.

"If one of you wishes to try to talk to her, you can. She may not like it though. I bid you two goodnight." Veran said with a small bow, walking away and down to where his room resides.

Veran knew Aya was awake...but he would not do a single thing about it. Once Veran closed the door to his room he let out a long sigh.

"Oh Gott, was habe ich getan, dass ich verflucht, die Welt unter? Warum wurde ich ausgewählt, um Aya's Dämon und ihr Schicksal? Das arme Mädchen war besser tot als in meinen Händen..." he sighed to himself, looking out of the window in his room. What was he going to do.

 

Morning came slower than Aya could have imagined. She fell asleep around 3 in the morning probably. About at 9 in the morning, Veran was making his way upstairs. He knocked on Aya's bedroom door and entered. Aya was very much asleep. Veran really was not going to bother her. He set some tea down for her in the cart with a small message.

"Come downstairs when you awaken. -V"

He left the room swiftly and began cleaning the manor as usual.

 

It was not until about 11 in the morning until Aya actually came downstairs, still wearing her night clothes. She entered the dining room where Wulfric and Lazarus were cleaning some of the windows together.

 

 

(Rough German Translation: "Oh God above, what did I ever do to be cast into the world below? Why was I chosen to become Aya's demon and her fate? That little girl was better off dead than in my hands..." )

Edited December 15, 20168 yr by Madam Ciel Nekohive

Wulfric and Lazarus' eyes landed on Aya the moment she walked in. After hearing yesterday's news, it was quite the shock, and despite having an entire night to prepare, they still did not know how to fully react. Should they say something? Or simply keep themselves quiet and avoid any further mishap or dread over the already serious situation? "Good morning, Aya." Lazarus began, resuming to clean up the windows. Wulfric opened one of them and crawled into the room through it, walking over to Aya. "Good morning! Aya! Hopefully you slept well!" Wulfric asked, cheerful as ever before he pulled out a white rose for Aya. "A pretty flower for an equally pretty lady." Wulfric said, hoping at least part of her would feel a bit better after such news. Nikolai was there too, though not like they wanted him there. He sat on one of the chairs by the table, a newspaper in his hands as he read it as casually as one possibly could, despite of the current situation. "I believe this is one of the few times I've seen you wake later than ten, lady Evarus." Nikolai said, never pausing his reading. "I suggest you get ready and comfortable. There is only so much time left to save the world...and the clock is ticking." Lazarus puffed his cheeks, pointing at Nikolai. "Hey, leave her alone. She's had a rough night." Lazarus barked at Nikolai. "And so did I when I killed myself but look where I'm at now." Nikolai responded nonchalantly. Wulfric growled at Nikolai, huffing before pulling a chair for Aya. "Here Aya, Veran should be making you breakfast soon." Wulfric said happily to her.

Aya took the rose from Wulfric, looking down at it as Nikolai then spoke to her. 

"Veran didn't wake me up. I guess he got my message that I didn't sleep well at all." Aya said in response to Nikolai. 

"And please if you are in my manor, listen to what my servants say. I know that Veran didn't let her in there." she kind of then snapped. 

Aya sat at the seat that Wulfric pulled out for her. 

"Speaking of that devil, what is he up to?" she then asked, Veran cutting her off.

"Wondering why this reaper is still in this manor even though I did not give him permission to enter." Veran growled lowly to Nikolai, setting a plate down in front of Aya. 

"We will get on the mission Nikolai, I hope you know that I don't like you lurking around the manor at night. I also hope that you know that I am getting rid of the first two people on that list." Veran then placing a cup in front of Aya, sitting down beside her. 

"Our first target will be Margarine Jacobs since we know her location is St. Paul's Cathedral. The other two, being Charles and Alexiei will be harder to find. Charles will be the most difficult to find however..." Veran began. 

"I don't really want to talk about this." Aya began eating. 

"Aya we are going to have to talk about this. After Alexiei, if we cannot find your uncle, you know Samael will have to be next." Veran scold her. 

"Don't refer to him as my uncle. He is a disgusting bastard who will be killed by my two hands. I will find him and once I do...it won't be pretty." Aya raised her voice some, stabbing her fork into her food. 

"Leave me to finding the fallen Everus." she said in a lower tone. 

The tension in the room had Lazarus and Wulfric look at each other and nervously return to their cleaning of the windows. However Nikolai did not flinch, nor seemed to be affected by the strong emotions in the room. If anything, he thrived from it. "I'm just sticking around because I don't have any other places to go. I'll leave today. No worries. However, I do believe you would like my help in at least one en devour; the location of the child." Nikolai said as he lowered the newspaper, gently folding it before setting down on the table. "The child is the son of a knight, is he not? Then I suggest you look into private schools or academies around the city. The point of awakening of the Horsemen is always that they end up meeting each other all together by fate, and upon looking at each other, their true memories return upon realizing who they are. So the child must be around the city...and eventually, Charles will be too." Nikolai said as he stood up, walking away, heading to the nearest door. "I have faith that you will accomplish it, mister Veran. Lady Aya has you by the collar, after all." And with that, he stepped out of the dinning room, disappearing into the shadows of the manor. Lazarus sighed. "He does have a point. Children his age will definitely be at school...the only one I can think about is The Shepard's Private Academy. It's in the city, and a private school only attended by the children of the elite, including exchange students from other countries. Maybe you should start searching there?" Lazarus suggested. 

The fact that Charles could be somewhere in the city made Aya just shake. She blames that man for everything that has happened.

"We will go to the Academy first since the child would be in school today...then head over to the Cathedral tomorrow...but we cannot let Samael get out anywhere by any chance he does end up seeing another horsemen." Aya commanded to Veran.

Veran nodded and then paused for a second as he took up Aya's plate.

"Would you like to go to Samael's house today while I take care of the child?" He then asked.

Aya looked at him straight in the eyes.

"Veran I don't think I could handle being over there." Aya simply said in a very serious tone.

"Aya...he is tied to you...." Veran said in a softer tone while looking at the ring she wore on her hand.

"And you are bound to be as well. Our bond being even stronger." Aya interrupt, looking at him in the eyes, her contract seal uncovered.

"I understand...but isn't it best to at least try to go to him? You don't have to say anything about him being a horseman." Veran encouraged in a kinder tone.

Aya was silent and thought about it for a second.

"I'll go then..." she sighed.

 

After Aya was dressed, and Veran had everything he needed ready, the two set off once more. Without a carriage. It would be too much of a distraction to worry about one. Veran still needed to pick up the carriage he left in London last night. They were headed straight so the Pandora Manor, and as they arrived, Veran dropped off Aya, and headed on his way to The Shepard's Private Academy.

 

Aya's dress:

 

 

Edited December 19, 20168 yr by Madam Ciel Nekohive

"Lady Aya Evarus has arrived..." A maid spoke, catching the attention of Alexander due to her confused tone. "Here? What does she want this time?" Alexander couldn't help but to grumble. It wasn't her that he had a problem, in reality. But that dammed butler of hers. If salt and holy water could keep him from entering the property, then Alexander wouldn't hesitate to turn the nearest building into a church to keep Veran away. "I'll go greet them." Alexander said as he fixed his vest. He hurried over to the door, opening and ready to greet them. Instantly, he noticed that something was wrong. Very wrong. One, there was no carriage, Aya had just showed up on her own accord. But the most alarming of all, she had shown up alone. For once in all of this time he had seen her...this was the one and very first time Veran was not with her. "(Something's up.)" Alexander quickly thought. His mind directly went to Samael. If Aya had gotten into a mess where it could put his own master in jepordy, he would be more than happy than to convince her to stay away for his sake. "Lady Aya...what a surprise Veran is not with you." Alexander spoke, vowing slight, his tone in disbelief as he was still trying to get around the fact that Veran wasn't around. He had to be dreaming. "Did he finally realize that his true calling was at a circus?" Alexander joked as he allowed Aya inside, never taking his eyes off her, a notable glare in them even as he smiled out of courtesy. He closed the door behind them. "I will get Samael for you. He is signing papers in his office." Alexander said as he hurried up the stairs to look for him. A few minutes later, the young lord of Pandora was hurrying down the stairs, a folder in his hands as he waved. "Hey Aya! How did that mission of yours went?" Samael asked cheerfully. The fact that she had visited him twice in a row was certainly something to celebrate. "Hm? Where's Veran?" Samael asked as he walked to her. If he noticed any worry, or any anger from Aya, he didn't show it, instead being as cheerful as he always was.

"Veran dropped me off...he has some things pertaining to the mission to do. It be a very long, tedious mission but I am afraid I cannot let you know the details..." Aya suddenly fell silent and looked into Samael's eyes.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it. She took a step forwards and pulled him into her arms, hugging him tightly and her face looking to Alexander.

If Alexander knew about what was going on...he would kill her for sure.

"Come here we need to talk in private for a second." Aya pulled the two over and easily lead them into a nearby room. This one being a sitting room with a poll table inside. Aya stood in front of the door as soon as she closed it. Her glossy eyes looked over to Samael.

"Alexander you can't let Samael out of the manor until you have my word." Aya plead with a shaking breath, looking to Samael and practically falling into his arms.

"I'm so sorry I can't tell you why...but please, for heaven's sake don't come out of this manor..." She was on the verge of crying but she wasn't going to let herself cry. Not today.

"I wish I could explain more I really wish I could...and I don't want to keep you trapped here, but you being outside right now is dangerous Samael." Aya looked into his deep red eyes.

"You being the man that will court me, I shall not dare let anything happen to you. This is why I have to keep you inside." Aya bringing her face a bit too close to comfort for him, she then slowly backing away.

"I'm sorry...it's just been a long night." She then apologized with a small bow and opened up the door again.

"I shouldn't have said so much it's just...be prepared..." Aya acknowledged as she looked to Samael.

 

 

Meanwhile, back in the streets of London, it did not take long for Veran to find the Shepard's Private Academy. He knew that little beast was in there. He would just have to find a way to get to the kid. It shouldn't be that hard. Veran entered the school building and was met by a receptionist.

"Excuse me...is there any way I can see Alexiei Handsworth...?" He asked the Secretary, him ready to do whatever he has to do to get hold of this kid.

Samael gently took Aya into his arms, listening to her words as Alexander watched her curiously, his eyebrows furrowing further at every word that came after the other. Alexander didn't like the sound of this. Not a single bit of it. "What have you gotten yourself involved with this time, young lady Evarus?" Alexander asked, almost in a scolding matter as he did his best to try to hide his anger and worry. The feeling in his gut would not let him rest, something was screaming at him that something was wrong and he had no idea what. Samael on the other hand, was much more calm. He understood that Aya's work was indeed a dangerous one, yet this was the first time she had been so serious involving his safety. Even after the incident at the circus, this was far more dreadful, and it pained Samael to the core to think of what it could possibly be. "Aya, wait." Samael said, hurrying over to her. He gently took her hands, pulling her closer before landing a gentle kiss against her lips, much to Alexander's dismay. It was a chaste kiss, gentle as if Samael were kissing a porcelain doll and afraid to shatter it, but it was enough to get the message to go through. He softly let go, retreating his lips from Aya's and moving his hands to her cheeks, holding them gently. "I'll do as you ask and remain here. But only if you promise me that you will come back to me alive." Samael said seriously, his tone almost sad compared to its usual cheerful state. He let go of Aya's face, and then held her hands once more. "I'll remain here until your further orders then. From your words I can only imagine how dire the situation must be so please...take care of yourself out there, alright?" Samael asked with a soft smile, warm and welcoming. "I love you, Aya. I'll fight any enemy if it meant to keep you safe and happy. Please know that." Samael insisted. Alexander on the other hand, remained quiet, simply listening as he bit his own tongue to keep himself from saying something stupid or out of place. If his master was happy, and safe, then so be it. Regardless of how he felt, and how his heart ached.

The receptionist looked up at Veran curiously. "Are you a family member or a representative of the family?" She asked as she stared at Veran. "He should be out to play right now with the other children. I'm afraid that you cannot take him from the school grounds unless you have a family member's signature." The receptionist spoke. Meanwhile Alexiei was running around the school grounds, playing with other children from his class as they kicked a ball around. It was lunch time, and after kids ate, they usually went around to play, despite the teacher's warnings that they might get stomach aches because of it. The young heir was no different, kicking the leather ball around as he played with his friends.

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Alexiei

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Veran bit his tongue. 

"Why are humans so damn difficult." he openly let himself think. 

"I am a representative of the family, forgive me for not arriving with a signature. I will let Sir Handsworth know....though it is a rather dire situation." Veran apologized to the receptionist in one of the most fake voices he could.

Veran wasn't going to be able to get this kid during the day. He would have to follow him home and around. Veran would have to corner this little boy like a cat would corner a mouse. Which Veran hoped wouldn't take too long...

 

"I don't mean to get involved in these things Alexander." Aya turned to him, about to say something else before Samael grabbed her. 

When Samael grabbed her, her breath stopped for another second, as the boy she was going to have to kill, kissed her dead on the lips in the most gentle way possible. She didn't struggle against him and didn't make him let go, she simply melted into it, and it felt like forever before it was finally broken. 

"I-I will come back to you alive Samael. I promise that. I just need you to stay alive as long as you can for me..." she muttered off.

"I know you are just a messenger per say...but the Queen and the Supernatural have their grip upon you because you are a weakness to me. They know that I love you too Samael...and they want to use our love to use me. Please take care of yourself and may all your servants have an extra eye out, especially you Alexander." Aya turned to him slightly, his eyes almost sad...but Aya could understand. 

She cleared her throat and ever so slightly pulled away from Samael. 

"I'm sorry, we should probably get our minds off of such a depressing subject." Aya then said with a small smile, looking to Samael. 

The receptionist looked up at Veran with worry. As much as he sounded distressed, she bit her bottom lip as she spoke up to him. "I-I'm sorry, sir. But it is our policy to keep the child safe within the school's property...we are not allowed to let any of them out of this place until the end of the day or with the signature of the parental figure or guardian...I apologize." The receptionist insisted, her gaze turning into a small glare at Veran. "I must ask you to return once you do have the signature of his father. Otherwise I must ask you to leave." She asked. They were a school containing the children of the elite within the city...they were of course wary that none of them were to come to harm while under their supervision.

 

Alexiei reached up, jumping to try and catch the ball as it was kicked high up into the air. However, the kick was too hard, as it ended up bouncing against a tree, against one of the walls, and all the way up the roof of one of the first floor buildings. "Aw, look what you did!" "I'll go get it!" Alexiei said cheerfully, hurrying away to get to the roof of the building to get the ball. He was the son of a knight...even if he did get in trouble, he would most likely just get a scolding and be left on his way anyways. Alexiei used one of the gardener's ladders to get to the roof, carefully walking over the tiles to reach the ball that had gotten stuck in one of the gutters. In this place, vision blocked by the trees and the height...Veran would have no trouble getting rid of him without being noticed.

 

Alexander bit his tongue to the point it began to bleed. However, he nodded in response to Aya's suggestion. "We will, lady Aya. We will all be on our guard beginning today." Alexander said, though there was a hint of jealousy and overall anger in his voice. Yet Samael didn't seem to detect it, as he nodded at Aya and smiled softly. "Well then...if we are moving onto another subject...I wanted to show you something I've been working on. I'm going to release my new winter collection next week, and I wanted to show you this." Samael said as he opened the small folder in his hands and handed it to Aya. On it was a sketch of one of the dresses he had been working on, and written in elegant cursive was the name 'Elizabeth Collection'. "I hope that it would be alright if I were to name it as such. You've been so stressed lately...I thought it could be something small to make you happy. Even just a bit." Samael said cheerfully.

Aya held the sketch in her hands, looking at the dress and smiling. 

"The name is perfect. I am sure it will be one of your best selling dresses." Aya smiled and met eyes with Samael. 

"If you need any help with the collection, I am free to help until Veran gets finished today." Aya offered her help, then looking to Alexander.

"Have you ever helped Samael with his dresses?" she then asked the butler.

 

"I will return if the father gives me a signature. Thank you." Veran walked out a little bit swiftly, only because he could hear the children outside. As Alexiei ran to go get the ball, Veran was in check, and swiftly was at the rooftop behind the boy within little to no time. A little foolish of the boy for showing the way up onto the roof. Veran leap onto the roof after him, and did not say a word. He was as silent as a mouse. With the quick movement of a knife from his handy tool, as the boy turned to walk back, his throat was cut easily, and the poor boy tumbled down. 

"Alexiei Handsworth, Horseman of War. I will be sure to get the ball back to your friends." Veran was monotone, pursing his knife back into his belt, and leaping off of the rooftop, kickball in hand.

Veran walked passed the school playground, and the ball rolled into it after he walk past, Veran then on his way to the cathedral. 

"Let's see if I can kill two birds with one stone." he muttered to himself. 

Alexander paused, blinking a few times as he analyzed the question directed to him. He pursed his lips. "Of course. I fetch materials he asks for, and do as he asks to help make it." Alexander said as a matter of factly, looking over at Aya and then at Samael. Samael chuckled. "He can sew very well! He used to fix my clothes when I was much smaller so my father wouldn't complain about it." Samael said as he clapped his hands together. "Alexander has designed one dress, though. It should be part of last year's Spring collection, actually." Samael said. Alexander cleared his throat. "It is. It's based on late Lady Pandora's dress." Alexander confessed. Samael smiled. "He has quite the memory." Samael admitted as he walked to the door, opening it up. "Well, how about we have some fun with the dresses, then? I have to finish making some of the gloves that will be matching with the dresses. I'll get us some treats too! Chocolate and strawberries too!" Samael said, not letting such dreadful news get to him. "I want to show you some of the dresses before I send them off, too." With that, Samael began to walk off, heading to the work room. Alexander sighed, looking at Aya curiously. "What exactly is Veran doing today?" Alexander asked curiously.

 

Alexiei's body crumbled onto the roof beneath him, his white shirt slowly drenched in crimson as the blood leaked from his slashed throat. It leaked all the way down to the gutters, much like any other liquid, letting gravity lead it downward to the floor beneath. It would take a while for someone to realize what had happened, as they followed the trail of blood that came straight from the roof. When it did, however, the screams were louder than any had ever heard before.

 

The church was partially empty today. As people worked, kids at school, and so on, there weren't many people who were around to pray other than a few elderly. Weekday mass wouldn't take place until the afternoon, and even then, being a weekday, it wasn't that full usually. Margarine Jacobs, the young nun, was cleaning the stained-glass windows before tonight's mass. "Sister Margarine. We're off to deliver the donations to the orphanage. Will you come with us?" A few nuns asked cheerfully. Margarine smiled and shook her head. "You go ahead. I must finish getting the dirt off these windows before tonight's mass." She insisted. She waved them away as she turned to continue the cleaning, and with the door closing behind them, Margarine was alone, as she usually was.

 

---

Margarine Jacobs

 

 

Margarine was only alone for a moment. As not even five minuets after the nuns left, Veran entered the church, almost surprised he didn't burn in flames as soon as he entered. He act like he was going to the altar, but took a swift turn and looked out the window the nun was cleaning. 

"Isn't it a little dangerous for a pure woman to be alone?" his suave voice crept into the nun's ear. 

It was a voice of a devil without a doubt. 

"I noticed from outside that a young lady was cleaning the windows by herself. You are a nun, not a maid." he crept closer to her. 

"What if the windows are a little dirty?" the question whispered into the nuns ear, this woman probably wouldn't hurt a fly, and if she dare try to lay a hand on Veran, then he would have to kill her even quicker. 

 

Aya wait until Samael left before she answered Alexander's question. 

"Disposing of the first two horsemen. Alexiei Handsworth and Margarine Jacobs. As long as we get those two out of the way, Samael might be safe to get out and about. The main issue is finding my uncle. His whereabouts have been unknown since the night Veran took me away." Aya sighed and thought for a second. 

The glorious night a demon came and took her from the depths of despair. 

 

~Flashback~

The night that the devil came to take Aya away was a night in January of 1887. It was a very slow night at Brothel Elizabeth VI, and the sun was to come up at any hour. From deep inside the brothel lay the youngest girl there, Aya Elizabeth Everus. She could hear the door of the brothel open, and she felt she knew who it was. Aya had done something without her uncle and the other workers knowing. She had left a plead for a demon. It was the only thing she knew to do. If anyone was going to help her, it could be a devil or an angel...and in a brothel who worships the devil, she was going to probably get in contact with a devil. The man whom entered was a tall, mysterious man with crimson eyes, and request the youngest girl at the brothel. 

"Is that okay Mr. Thomas?" the receptionist asked a man smoking a cigar. 

"Let him. Just make him pay the price for it. If he doesn't pay right, Charles will be pissed." Mr. Thomas replied. 

The guest payed the excessive amount of money, "Lead him to our most prized possession.". 

The maid lead the man down a long hall, and towards the end of the hall, there was a door with the name ‘Aya Elizabeth Everus’ written on it. The man gulped as the maid opened the door, closing it after the man entered and walking back down the hall.

“That little girls in for it. Charles made a good choice sending the daughter of a noble here.” Mr. Thomas snickered.

Back in the room, a young girl with beautiful blue eyes and hair that was a little past her breast was curled up in sheets, wearing nothing at all. Her body was bruised and she was skinny. It was a sad, sad sight. It was more sad that this was the brothels most prized girl. The girl didn’t say a word.

“So you’re the little one who managed to summon a being like me...?” the man's voice was sincere, his face lifting and laying eyes on the little girl.

“Aya is your name? You must have really given up hope.”.

By now Aya had scrambled up and was covering herself with a sheet, looking at the man, terrified.

“W-Who are you?” her voice shook.

Within seconds the man was inches away from Aya’s face, but his face wasn’t human at all, the room went from candlelit to pitch black as nothing but his now glowing red eyes lit up the room, half of his face was a skull and his smile was jagged with fangs.

“I am the demon you summoned, little girl. You know for a fact that you wanted me here...and here I am. You have paid such a big price...haven’t you? Your eyes are filled with despair...it’s absolutely arousing my hunger...are you sure you want me here...?”

Aya unconsciously nodded.

“Are you sure you want to make a contract with a demon?? You are the one who summoned me here? Aren’t you?” his voice was terrifying.

“I am sure. I summoned you here, demon!” she then raised her voice.

“That’s what I like to hear.” the demon hissed.

His right hand traced the girl's face, it lacking the gloves he was wearing before.
“You are a very bold little girl.” it came out almost like a laugh, him showing Aya his right palm. It bared a symbol unlike anything Aya had ever seen before.

It was probably the most terrifyingly beautiful thing she had ever seen.

“This is a seal...not any seal...but a contract seal.” the demon explained.

“Contract?” Aya then asked.

“Since you summoned me, you are required to make a contract with me. For a very simple price...to pay for the services I am willing to provide you with.” the demons eyes were fixated on Aya’s.

“W-What is the price?” her voice was shaking.

“Your soul.” the demon’s mouth held a smirk.

Silence.

“I’ll do it.” Aya then said boldly.

“I won’t take it now...but when the time comes...however this contract has to be sealed properly since you agreed to it...” the demon lift his hand, pointing the Aya’s left eye.

“How will it be sealed...?” Aya then asked hesitantly.

“Like this.” the demon suddenly thrust his hand forwards, a burning coming to Aya’s left eye as the contract seal pressed right against her eye, burning into her as the seal from the demon's hand was placed into her eye, Aya crying out in pain as this was done.

The demon pulled his hand back. Her eye had gone from blue to golden, affected properly by his power.

“Beautiful.” he commented on his work, Aya reaching up and grabbing at her eye, covering it. The pain from that was unreal, but nothing she couldn’t bear.

“Now...seeing as you have the mark...what can I do for you first...master?” the demon asked.

“Y-You could have at least had the decency to tell me your name.” Aya managed to get out.

“I am called Veran Sterben...that is the name I was given about 200 years ago.” the demon introduced.

“Well...Veran. I first would like to command you to destroy this place. Leave nobody in this brothel alive, but keep me from harm of anything you do.” an order fell from Aya’s lips as Veran drew himself back.

“Yes...my lady.”

The devil destroyed that place within minuets, keeping Aya from harm. Everyone in the brothel was killed, but Charles was not in sight. Wherever he was, Veran and Aya would find him, and serve him justice.

 

 

Margarine gasped, dropping the cloth she was holding onto the floor beneath as she turned to face Veran. His voice spoke volumes, a deceiver, a temptation that was as obvious as the smirk on his face. Their faces were mere inches apart, all too close for Margarine's comfort, or anything that she was used to. She felt her breath stall for a moment, staring at the crimson eyes. Her heart pounded as her cheeks flushed. Her mind screamed at her, a demon! Get away! You must not sin! And yet her heart ached to respond calmly, truthfully, and without fear. This was simply another charlatan here to scare the nuns as they always did. "It is my duty as a servant of god to keep his temple clean and presentable. If it means for I to behave as a maid, then so be it." Margarine said calmly, trying to be respectful towards the man as she gave him a small glare. "Now, what is it that you search for in tormenting me?" She asked with a hiss.

 

Alexander nodded. "I see." He said. He walked with Aya outside to the main hall, and up the stairs. The maids nodded at Aya cheerfully. "I think I remember your uncle from the few parties that he attended here. He always smelled like he had been dunked into a barrel of beer and then rubbed over with salt and fish." Alexander spoke. He was skilled this way. Despite being born out of common parents, and lived a common life as a servant, he was undoubtedly smart in the fact of his memory. He could remember the smallest of details without doubt. Even things that to most were merely faded memories were clear to Alexander. Perfect to remain by Samael's side, was decided even before Samael was born. "I hope that you find your uncle and take your upmost revenge." Alexander said truthfully as he paused and looked over at Aya, stopping in front of Samael's work office. "May I ask, lady Aya. If I remember my passages from the Bible, there are four horsemen of the apocalypse...who is the fourth?"

Aya laughed at Alexander's description. 

"That is about right, my father was much more of an admirable person." she smiled as they were headed to Samael's office, Alexander pausing her to ask who the last horseman was.

"I would have not guessed you were a religious man, Alexander." she commented quietly, her eyes turning to him. 

"I cannot answer that question. Let me just say it is somebody we both know." Aya gave a smile to Alexander before opening the door.

"We're here~" Aya called as she opened the door, admiring the mess the room was in. A beautiful mess. 

 

"Well madam...I have been sinful lately and have came here for some enlightenment." The words were whispered down the nuns ear as a hand crept to touch the madams chest. 

"Seeing as you are a nun....would you like to help?" he asked.

 

~(The rest of this post has been censored by the Queen Madam Ciel Nekohive Association)~

Alexander huffed. "It's the only book I owned for many years of my life." He murmured. That was a statement of truth. Born as a servant he had the simplest of room, and the only thing he genuinely inherited from his parents was a worn out bible that they all read every night. However his eyes narrowed as she did not answer his question. Instead she avoid it and gave a cryptic answer, someone that they both knew. By this point, that could be anyone in the entire city of London. He watched as Aya walked in. It was, as always, a mess filled with mannequins dressed in winter inspired clothing and cloth and full outfits with purses and shoes and hats. The small cabinets were open and closed, inside showing all kinds of materials of all colors and ranges. "There you are." Samael said as he pulled one of the mannequins with him, showing off one of the winter outfits. "If you're going out in winter, one must look as pretty as the snow itself!" Samael said cheerfully as he pulled out one scarf and wrapped it around Aya. "I need your opinion as another designer, Aya, on the outfits." Alexander said as he turned. "I need a girl's point of view when it comes to clothing once in a while." Samael said cheerfully.

 

Margarine stepped out of the confessional a mess. She struggled to fix her wild hair underneath her cap, to fix the outstanding wrinkles on her uniform. Her face was as red as the roses that were laid out in front of the altar. "I...have sinned in the temple of the lord...oh my goodness..." She murmured, whispering underneath her breath as she seemed to still be daydreaming of the sin that she had committed. "I cannot believe...I was sworn into the service of god but...that was...wow."

"Sworn into the service of god, and to him you will go." Veran let a breath out, and his knife went straight into Margarine's back. 

"I wouldn't let a lady go out so carelessly." a smile crept on his face, looking at Margarine's body as she fell to the ground. 

"Margarine Jacobs, a 25 year old nun of St. Paul's Cathedral, and the horsemen of Famine. Killed by a demon. I refuse to follow God's path after what I have been though as a human." Veran said simply to the nun, and walked out of the Cathedral, and at a normal speed heading back to Samael's manor. 

That was too easy. 

 

"Could I try a finished one on maybe?" Aya asked Samael, closely admiring the detail on the skirt of the dress. 

Her hands traced the lace around the cuff of the dress.

"May I also suggest a softer lace? Some women find rough lace uncomfortable if it rubs against their wrist. A chiffon lace might be better, rather than cotton lace." Aya suggested, looking to Alexander.

"Has Alexander been a model for dresses before?" she then asked, a sly smirk on her face.  

The nuns of the church would return to their temple only to find their fellow friend in a pool of her own blood, shrieks of horror echoing across the holy place. Back at Samael's manor, Samael listened intently to Aya. He nodded. "Pick whichever you want, Aya." Samael said with a small chuckle. He listened to Aya's suggestion, thinking about it thoroughly as Alexander looked horrified at such suggestion. "Not really. I've asked him to model for men's clothes. But never for female's clothing." Samael said, gasping as an idea struck him. "Well...there is one dress that I think he could help me out with! The lady who I'm making this dress for is pretty tall." Samael said as he turned to Alexander. "Mind being my model to see if I've made it long enough?" Samael asked. Alexander's mouth was agape. He couldn't even come up with an excuse, or a no for that matter. The look in Samael's eyes...or just Samael as a whole. He couldn't possibly say no to his master. "...if that is what you wish." Alexander finally mustered up. Samael clapped his hands together. "Awesome! I'll give you the dress! Aya, you can dress in the room next door, if you wish!" Samael said as he began to round up the dress and its decorations for Alexander to try on, much to his dismay. Alexander went of and disappeared behind one of the dressing panels. A few minutes later, he came out, his long hair strangely fitting for the outfit he wore. At least, he wasn't wearing heels.

 

On his way to Samael's Manor, if he reached to it, Veran could see a carriage standing in front of the Pandora Manor's gates. The carriage carried the symbol of none other than the queen herself. Besides the carriage was a suited man who also carried the symbol of the queen on his clothing, who looked to be looking something inside a bag momentarily, not taking notice of Veran.

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Alexander's dress

 

 

Edited January 2, 20178 yr by Stardustblade358

Seeing that there were people at the Pandora Manor's gate with the Queen's symbol made Veran approach the suited man. 

"Excuse me sir, is there something you need?" Veran raised his voice to the man, stepping in front of the gate, almost as if he was guarding it. 

 

Aya took the dress that needed to be fixed up. It was a bit extravagant, but she might as well try it on and see if the lace really needed to be fixed. Aya let herself travel into the other room, fixating the dress on her, struggling a bit to tie up the back since she really didn't know how to do anything by herself. She couldn't get it tied up. Damnit. Aya peeked her head out the door. 

"S-Samael I hate to interfere...but I can't tie this dress up. Usually Veran ties my dresses and corsets but I can't do much by myself. Does Alexaa--" Aya's voice cut off once she saw Alexander, he looked just like a woman. 

"Alexander?!" she then kind of wondered out of the door, and approached the man. 
"Y-You look just like a woman! And somehow awfully familiar..." Aya thought back to the time Samael and her saw the butterflies...there was a woman who looked just like Alexander now. 

 

 

 

The dress Aya stole from Samael for a moment: 

 

 

 

Edited January 2, 20178 yr by Madam Ciel Nekohive

The young man jumped slightly at Veran's voice, looking up at him. "Oh, hello. This is the Pandora Manor, no? I'm here to deliver something to him." The young man said happily as he reached into his bag and pulled out an invitation with the symbol of the queen on its stamp. "The Queen is holding a birthday party for herself, and I've been in charge of the invitations. This one is for lord Pandora. I better get going, though. I have many more invitations to deliver, including one to Lady Evarus, and she's barely ever home from what I hear. I must catch her before she runs off." The young man explained as he somewhat scolded Veran for standing in his way. The man was young, barely above 22 years of age or so. There was an air of elegance around him...he was no doubt part of the Queen's family.

 

Alexander blushed, glaring at Aya. "How dare you call me feminine? I'm a very handsome and manly man!" Alexander insisted, fluttering his dress. Samael laughed brightly. "Alexander, you could pass as a woman any day!" Samael said cheerfully. Alexander scowled, feeling his cheeks as they began to burn with a blush. Did he really look that good in a dress? No! It couldn't be! It was just good luck! "Familiar? Man, you must be around very ugly women often, then." Alexander hissed, which only caused Samael to laugh even more. However, his attention turned to Aya, as it seemed she had trouble tying up the dress. "Allow me to help you, Aya." Samael said, walking over to Aya, turning her around gently as he began to tie the dress up. "Here we go. I should try and find a new way to tie up dresses. To make it easier for girls, wouldn't you agree?" Samael said with a smile as he finished. "There we go. Feel comfortable?"

"Aya is at Lord Pandora's house currently. If she wasn't given so many missions then maybe she could be at her house more and focusing more on her career as a clothes designer." Veran raised his voice towards the man before he got back into the carriage. 

"As Aya's butler, and Lord Pandora's friend...I will take the invitations." Veran put his right hand out, wanting the invitations. 

And the invitations the young man gave Veran, and he welcomed himself back into the manor. 

 

"How can you say to are manly while wearing a dress?" Aya chuckled, looking towards Samael. 

"Also, I am not usually around women. I am only usually around you men." she commented, letting Samael then tie up the dress.

"I'm hoping that designers will find a better way to close up the backs of dresses instead of using waist ties all the time." Aya made the comment, letting out a breath when Samael was finished tying it up. 

"That is fine, thank you." 

A knock then echoed at the door of Samael's office. The maids had shown Veran up to where everyone was, and Veran let himself enter. 

"It's just me." he called, handing Samael the invitation and Aya one. 

"That dress is very flattering. Did you make it, Samael?" he then asked as Aya opened the invitation, and Veran turned around, and he behold the sight of Alexander in a dress. 

The demon laughed, almost uncontrollably. 

"What a priceless sight. I can never get over seeing you out of all people in a dress." Veran took a step too close to Alexander.

"If I didn't know you and if I wasn't a demon, I wouldn't be able to tell that you are a woman~" he kept smiling as he said this, only with the intention to piss Alexander off. 

Samael smiled. "Yup. I find it to be a very fun career, actually." Samael said as he took the invitation and opened it up, reading it. Alexander, meanwhile, was turning ever so red. He didn't hesitate to get his face up to Veran's, glaring at him. "Of course some deprived being like you would be thinking that way!" Alexander yelled, growling at him as he bared his teeth. "Well...I'd like to see you pull something like this off! Obviously you can't because even if you were in the shape of a woman you would be too hideous to take part of the act!" Alexander hissed, never looking away from Veran. Samael read the invitation. "It's a birthday party. Sounds fun." Samael said as he looked over to Aya. "But, should I attend? I wouldn't want to go against your suggestion...then again, with you by my side, I always feel safe. We can wear the outfits we made together." Samael said happily. He then turned to Alexander. "You can take off the dress if you want, Alexader. Seeing it fit you was good enough proof for me!" Samael said as he was trying his best to hold back his laughter. Alexander bowed his head. "Yes, my lord." Alexander said as he glared at Veran. He slapped him with the glove on his hand and like that turned around to change, Samael almost dying from not laughing.

Edited January 2, 20178 yr by Stardustblade358

"Oh I am not deprived at all. In fact I seduced a nun this afternoon. However, it is probably sad seeing your dear master be taken away by mine...he will only make her soul sweeter." Veran almost growled the last part. 

The fact that Alexander called him hideous made Veran step back a little. 

"Well Mr. Howle, though I may be a hideous demon behind this human mask, I assure you that humans are far more foul creatures than humans are." 

"Veran stop messing around with Alexander." Aya barked an order to Veran, and after she commanded, her butler received a slap from Alexander. With a glove. But still. 

Veran deserved that, brushing it off. 

"We can attend in the outfits we made. Veran will be able to enter along with Alexander. With them two there, we should all be safe." Aya guarantee. 

 

Somewhere by a port, in Normandy, France, a man whom almost looked like he belong to a military sat at the table of a cafe...waiting for a woman whom his men came in contact with. A lady named Minerva. This man...was Charles Everus.

 

 

 

Charles Everus

 

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"Are you Charles?" A voice spoke, belonging none other than Minerva. As always, she was as radiant and as lovely as she wished to present herself to be. Of course, she was a demon. Such abilities to present one self to lure mortals was all part of the game that they all played. "Nice to meet you." Minerva said with a small smile, taking a seat right across Charles as she offered her hand to him. "I am Minerva. I believe you have heard of me from your acquaintances. Just like I have heard of you." Minerva said, her voice purring. "I am glad that you have decided to meet up with me, for as sad as it is, the news I bring to you are the most upsetting." Minerva said, sounding almost genuinely said as she spoke. A server brought her a cup of coffee, which she accepted and thanked. She took a sip, before continuing her tale. "You own a brothel, do you not? Well, I apologize for being the bearer of bad news, but...your brothel was...destroyed." She said, allowing a minute or two for that to sink in. "Destroyed is a light term for it, actually. If I am to be more specific, every single person who was unlucky enough to be unable to escape was slaughtered, and then the place set on fire with explosions to a point that all that was left of it was ashes. Even now, currently, a new building is on its way to being built on where it once stood...I do apologize that you have to learn this way." Minerva explained as she drank more of her coffee, allowing everything she just said to let it sink into Charles' skull. "However, that is not the only reason I came here. I actually came here to also make up for your losses, if you are interested in hearing."