Roleplay Kuroshitsuji: Book of Roses

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Samael hummed. "Well, we can spend the day doing some fun stuff instead of work. Maybe some games? Sounds silly, but some of them can actually be pretty fun. Like hide-and-seek! That's a classic to play regardless how old one is." Samael said cheerfully. As Aya asked the second question, Samael paused his movements, though he did not frown fully. "I have a plan. I mean, I have no immediate family. My grandparents are long gone, both my parents were single children, and I have no heirs neither by blood or adoption." Samael clapped his hands together. "I have decided to leave my estate and company to my servants. They've all taken care of me since as long as I can remember. I'll make sure that they each receive their fair amount of what will be left behind, so that regardless what path they take, they can live comfortably for many years after this." Samael began, smiling a bit. "Catarina has a nick for design. The company itself would be handed over to Alexander, and Catarina can take the job for lead designer if she wishes for it...if anything else fails or if there's anything left out, I've written down to ask for them to be sold to the highest bidder, and the money to be donated to charities that might need it." He sighed. "I mean, there's nothing much I can do when I am gone. But I've made sure that at least things won't go to crap once I start pushing daisies." Samael said, though his light hearted humor of it only reflected of how calm he actually was about it. It wasn't scary...it was calm. "Don't be so sad Aya. Come on." Samael took her hand. "Let's turn that frown upside down!" Wulfric and Lazarus looked at each other and then back at Veran, nodded. "Our lips are sealed." Lazarus assured.

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"Can everyone in the manor play together?" Aya asked after Samael's talk about what he wanted to do with his company. 

"I would give my company to Lazarus but I don't know those two would be able to do it by themselves..." she laughed some, placing her hands on Samael's and looking in his eyes. 

They might as well have fun in the little time they had. Aya wanted to make Samael happy, not let him worry about her. 

"I will do what I can to make you happy Samael." she said clearly. 

 

The two exited the garden, Aya rounding everyone up. 

"Per mine and Samael's request, we are playing hide and seek. The rules are as follows, Veran can't be it and Veran can't run away if he senses anyone." Aya looked to Veran and he looked at her with a confused look. 

"Why are all the rules about me?" he then asked. 

"Hiding together is allowed but you cannot tag the person you were hiding with. Wulfric is also not allowed to use his acute sense of smell in this game." Aya noted towards Wulfric. 

"Base is the stairs. Count to 60. Alexander's it!!" Aya pressed her hand on Alexander and bolted. 

Veran laughed in Alexander's face before heading upstairs at a human speed. He was only playing around because it might be the only time he can..but he couldn't hide on the ceiling or roof or anywhere weird. Aya ran down the hallway, headed towards the study. Quietly opening the door, she tiptoed to the large desk. Looking at the desk, you couldn't see underneath it, the perfect place for hiding. 

She crawled up under the desk, folding her legs. Now to be silent. 

Veran, on the other hand, had absolutely no idea where to hide. It then occurred to him where he could hide. Taking long strides, he opened the door to Aya's room and opened her wardrobe. He could fit. 

What an interesting game humans played. 

Edited February 26, 2017 by Madam Ciel Nekohive

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"Wait, what?!" Alexander began, however before he could question it, they all ran off into different hiding places. Alexander blinked, before stomping on the floor beneath. "Oh come on!" Alexander hummed. But that didn't stop him. With a heavy sigh, as he listened to the scurrying footsteps, he closed his eyes and counted until 60 at the base of the stairs. Once he was done, he proceeded to look for them, starting with the first floor. He began looking around a few rooms on the first floor, before entering the kitchen. He looked all over, even inside the oven, but he could not find anyone. He was about to leave the kitchen until he paused, his eyes turning to the single utility closet in the kitchen, the closet which contained brooms and mops and other cleaning materials for the house. "Where could they be?" Alexander hummed, careful to make limited noise with his footsteps as he walked over and pressed his back against the wall next to the closet door. He reached out, taking a hold of the door's handle, before forcefully twisting it and slamming it open. As he did so, a screaming Lazarus and Wulric, who had been leaning against the door in the small place, fell right out, falling face first onto the kitchen floor, Lazarus first, Wulfric second as he fell right on top of him. "AH HA I GOT YOU!" Alexander yelled, grabbing a hold of the two, who whined in return. "Not fair!" Lazarus complained, not that it mattered to Alexander. "Come on, we have four more people to find." Alexander said as he let go of the two. He crossed his arms. "Where would Veran be?" Alexander hummed as he began to make his way out of the kitchen, the two following behind. "I'll look in his room!" Wulfric smirked, taking Lazarus' hand as they all ran upstairs to look. Wulfric and Lazarus made their way to Veran's room. It was plain. Not even personal belongings. Then again, he was a demon. He didn't have much in the physical world. "Well it's obvious he isn't in here." Lazarus groaned, opening the wardrobe only to be encountered with dozens of the same shirt, pants and shoes. "I guess." Wulfric said. He then paused, looking down at the bed as he could see the tip of a dress shoe standing out from underneath the bed. Wulfric tapped Lazarus and pointed downward, to which Lazarus smirked once he saw it too. "Well. I guess we should look for him somewhere else." Lazarus said, slowly closing the closet as Wulfric stepped closer. "Yeah. Maybe he's in Aya's room?" Wulfric began. Suddenly he reached underneath the bed, grabbing hold of a pair of ankles. "Got you, Veran!" Wulfric said cheerfully, pulling the figure from underneath the bed. But who he pulled out wasn't who he expected. Instead, the familiar face of the Grim Reaper known as Gigermo stared back at them. They stood silent for a few seconds, before all three screamed at the top of their lungs, Wulfric letting go before jumping back over to Lazarus, Gigermo jumping to his feet and onto Veran's bed. "THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!" Gigermo screamed. Lazarus pointed at Gigermo. "WE SHOULD ASK YOU THE SAME THING THIS IS VERAN'S ROOM!!!" He accused. "I didn't know you were playing hide and seek with us?!" "WE WERE PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK?! WHY DOES NO ONE TELL ME?"  Meanwhile, Alexander made his way to the one place he was bound to find Veran; Aya's room. He was loyal to his master as one was expected to be. If Alexander was it, he could expect Veran being around to make sure that he didn't do anything unusual when they weren't looking after him. "Aya, are you here?" Alexander asked, looking around, for anyone. He opened the wardrobe, as expected, seeing endless of beautiful clothing fit for the heiress. Due to the darkness of the room, he couldn't see Veran in there. Veran could either remain quiet...or scare the living crap out of him.

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Veran was totally silent upon hearing someone enter Aya's room. It was Alexander. Veran stopped his breath. Alexander then opened the closet, which caused Veran to freeze up a bit. Alexander looked there for a second, and then a hand crept out of Alexander's field of vision and grabbed Alexander's shoulder, Veran emerging from the clothes with a yell. 

It was sure to scare the hell out of Alexander. 

 

Meanwhile, Aya heard nobody around. It was time to run to the base. She sat up a little bit, peeking her head out of the corner of the desk, and darted out of the room, headed towards the stairs for the base. 

 

 

{Kill me for not posting much, I am distracted!} 

Edited February 26, 2017 by Madam Ciel Nekohive

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Alexander's scream echoed across the manor. His eyes widening as he jumped back, tripping on his own feet and falling backwards. He had been caught by surprise, and by Veran no less. It took him a minute to analyze the situation, before his eyes narrowed and he began to glare at the demon butler before him. "DARN IT VERAN! S-SCREW YOU!" Alexander quickly huffed, scrambling to get on his feet as he fixed himself up, his eyes never leaving Veran. "That wasn't funny!" Alexander insisted, but the amused smile that Veran sported said completely otherwise, much to Alexander's dismay. He could feel his cheeks burning from embarrassment as he turned away from him. "Of course the first place you go to hide would be at your master's quarters." He murmured before crossing his arms. "Well, we still have your master and Samael to find. I already found your two fellow servants hiding in a closet downstairs." Alexander said as he turned on his heel, walking away from Veran. "Now help me find our masters, would you?" Alexander asked.

 

"Why the hell are you doing in here anyways?!" Lazarus hissed, pointing accusingly at the Grim Reaper who now sat on Veran's bed. "I was just...investigating?" Gigermo asked. "I know that you have a thing for Veran but this is getting totally weird." Wulfric admitted, much to Gigermo's dismay. "I am not weird! I was just hanging around waiting for my schedule to come by!" Gigermo insisted. Wulfric and Lazarus blinked. "Schedule?" "Yeah." Gigermo said as he searched around his pocket, taking out his Death Book as he showed it to them. "The death of the Horseman of Death has changed drastically as it has with all of the others. The society is scrambling to fix a bunch of stuff up seeing that now the fate of the world is uncertain at best." Gigermo said. Wulfric and Lazarus glanced at each other and then turned silent. For a few moments it was just silent tension before Lazarus spoke. "...you must not let Alexander know of this. Of any of it." Lazarus insisted. "We made a promise that we wouldn't tell him." Wulfric added. "Of course! Telling anyone of a death close to them would only cause catastrophic consequences!" Gigermo stood up from the bed. "Now, if you excuse me, I must leave." He began to walk away, until Wulfric grabbed a hold of him. "You really think I'll let you leave with one of Veran's shirts?!" "OH COME ON!"

 

In the study, the door softly opened, and equally as softly closed. Before Aya could possibly make a run for it, Samael snuck underneath the desk, his expression turning cheerful as he saw her. "So here you've been." Samael whispered, making himself comfortable underneath the desk next to Aya. "I haven't been caught yet. I was in Lazarus' room when I heard a commotion next door, so I ran out of there and came here! I also think I heard Alexander scream. I think that means he found Veran." Samael chuckled, hugging his knees as he rested against the wood. "This is fun. I haven't been able to play a game like this since my father died." Samael smiled at Aya. "Hey, if they enter the room and try and find us, we can make a run for it for the stairs."

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Aya smiled upon seeing Samael enter the study, a little wary at first, but then she found out he hasn't been found yet. She quickly beckoned him under the desk. 

"We will make sure to win this game together. Deal?" she gave a smile and pressed her head against the desk. 

How the hell was she going to kill this precious child? 

 

Veran couldn't help but laugh as Alexander displayed his array of fright. 

"I know you'd hide in your master's room if this was your manor. Don't lie about it." Veran head for the door. 

"If we are working together, you better be fast. Aya may have said not to use my abilities finding her, but when we are held together by a bond, there are things she can't avoid." He opened the door and started towards the stairs, waiting for Alexander to catch up. 

"She can't hide from me. Never. I will always know where she is." Veran said in a lower voice, stepping down the stairs with steady feet, the clock in the study ticking as Veran and Alexander came closer. 

The study door opened and Aya froze, shushing her breath and holding onto Samael's arm as both Veran and Alexander entered. 

"Aya? Samael?" he called out, Aya looking to Samael. 

They were going to have to make a break for it. 

"We have to run." she mouthed, Veran turning to the desk, approaching it from the side, Alexander behind him. 

Aya grabbed up Samael by his hand. 

"Run!" she yelled and took off with Samael beside her, Veran pivoting his foot. 

"After them Alexander!!" he commanded to the other butler. 

Edited February 26, 2017 by Madam Ciel Nekohive

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Alexander glared at his fellow butler, crossing his arms as he followed him. Of course he would know where Aya was. He was a demon, after all! He would most likely not even follow by the rules...They reached the study, making themselves inside as Veran made themselves known. Before they could expect it, Aya and Samael darted from underneath the desk and made a run for it. "Ah ha!" Alexander yelled, reaching out to grab at Samael and Aya. However he was stopped when Samael pretty much swung the door open, Alexander slamming his head right into it as it stood between him and his targets. "Sorry!" Samael called between his laughter, Aya and him running out into the hall, aiming to reach the stairs on the other side of the manor. Alexander rubbed his forehead, running out into the hall. "STOP THEM!" Alexander yelled. The laughter and yelling caught the attention of the servants that were trying to keep Gigermo from making off with one of Veran's shirts. "They found them!" "Get them!" Wulfric and Lazarus dropped Gigermo as they hurried to the door, slamming it open to catch Aya and Samael, only to end up smacking the door against Alexander, again, as Samael and Aya ran past. "GOD DARN IT-!" Alexander fell back, Samael laughing loudly as he ran with Aya, the entire household behind him. He picked up Aya in his arms as they ran, carrying her princess style, as they reached the stairs. "Hold on!" Samael hummed, and with her in his arms, he sat on the rail and slid down the stairs to reach the bottom. "We won!" Samael giggled, reaching the bottom and holding Aya still, spinning her around in his arms. "And the crowd goes wild!~"

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Aya laughed as Samael spun her around in his arms, holding onto him tight so she didn't fall. Once he stopped spinning her, she looked into his eyes and smiled. If only it could stay like this forever. Aya knew it wouldn't. After today, things would fall apart. This boy holding her ever so tightly in his arms would be dead within hours, at the hands of none other than the girl in his arms.

"I can't believe I let the mouse slip away." Veran walked down the stairs, Aya coming out of Samael's arms. 

"Wulfric, Lazarus, was a grim reaper here? I thought I smelt something as foul as them..." he then questioned the two. 

It wasn't Samael's time yet so there was not a real reason for a reaper to be here. 

Aya turned her head to Alexander. 

"Did Veran scare you?" she then asked, smirking some towards him.

Alexander got enough grief between her and Veran both, she almost felt bad for him. 
Well, Aya did feel bad for him. She had good reason to! 

"What shall we do next?" Aya then asked everyone.

Edited February 26, 2017 by Madam Ciel Nekohive

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Wulfric and Lazarus walked down the stairs, Alexander behind them. "Yeah. He was looking for you, though. He made away with one of your shirts. Sorry Veran!" Wulfric said as he reached down the stairs, Lazarus chuckling as once again Alexander got enough grief. Alexander groaned. "Yeah yeah. He did. Go ahead, laugh your heart out." Alexander hummed. Samael chuckled as well. Alexander getting scared, now that was something worth watching once in a while. The group began to think of what they could possibly do next, when Wulfric snapped his head to the side, eyes widening as he looked out the window. "Guys, look!" Wulfric said as he pointed over, walking to the nearest window. Everyone followed his sight, seeing the familiar white fluffs of frozen water falling gently from the sky. "It's snowing!" Lazarus said with a bright smile. Alexander crossed his arms. "When did it start snowing?" Alexander murmured. He was so busy looking for them that he must've completely ignored it all together. Samael gasped, pointing and smiling. "Let's go play in the snow!" Samael insisted, Alexander quickly piping up. "Hold it right there! You aren't going outside until you get your coat and gloves on!" Alexander insisted, looking at Veran. "You should keep your master from getting sick, too." Alexander said as he hurried over to where he had left Samael's coat, bringing it over and dressing him up in it, handing him gloves to wear as well. Wulfric and Lazarus grabbed their coats and gloves, giggling themselves as they got ready and ran outside, ready to take on the snow. "Come on, Aya." Samael said, following Wulfric and Lazarus outside. Wulfric was already throwing himself onto the snow to make snow angels. Alexander was quick to follow.

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Veran lead Aya upstairs as Alexander helped his master get ready for the snow, Wulfric and Lazarus already running out there. Wulfric was a werewolf and Lazarus was a zombie so they really couldn't get too cold. Veran helped Aya get on her coat, some gloves on, and some warm earmuffs to protect her ears. 

"Glaubst du, der Schnee wird heute Abend stören?" Aya turned her head to Veran and asked.

"Nein." Veran replied back simply, pulling his tailcoat off and heading downstairs and outside to the snow. 

There was admittedly a lot, it would be a bit hard for Samael and Alexander to get back home, but they could do it. 

Aya ran out into the snow to Samael and the others, Veran walking calmly up to Alexander and handing the other butler the coat that he was previously wearing.

 "Take it. You need a coat more than I do. Unlike you, I have control of my body heat." Veran winked at the other male and headed deeper out into the snow, watching as his master fell into it. 

Veran leaned down, taking his gloves off and placing them in his back pocket, piling up some snow in his hands, and instantly threw the snowball at Alexander. 

He had just started a snowball fight. Without realizing it. 

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Alexander glared, but reluctantly took the coat from Veran. He was a demon. He would live. Alexander got the coat on, thanking its warmth while cursing its origins and the scent of Veran that lingered. Before he could speak up, comment on it, Veran had thrown a snowball at him, much to everyone's surprise. Gasps escaped the mouths of Wulfric and Samael. Alexander gritted his teeth, wiping snow off his face as he turned to Veran. "Oh...is that how you want to play it, Demon?" Alexander grumbled, before quickly picking up some snow before throwing it full force at Veran's face. But his aim was off, as it instead hit Lazarus with a hard enough force to have him fall back with a yelp. And like that, it was settled, Wulfric grabbing two fistfull of snow and throwing his hands into the air. "SNOWBALL FIGHT!!!" Wulfric screamed. Samael quickly began to create snowballs of his own accord, throwing them at Veran and Alexander with accuracy. "Aya, Wulfric and I versus Lazarus, Alexander and Veran!!!" Samael yelled. "That's not fair at all!!!" Lazarus said, hiding behind Veran as he began to throw snow balls at Samael and Aya. "I'LL PROTECT YOU!!!" Wulfric howled, transforming into his werewolf form and throwing himself in front of Samael and Aya to become their wall and shield.

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Aya giggled as she saw Lazarus be hit with the snowball, and here she thought Alexander had good aim. As soon as Wulfric called for the snowball fight, Aya picked up a clump, throwing it at Veran. Veran let it hit him, leaning himself down and clumping up some cold snow. Who was he going to hit it with, though? He wasn't going to hit Samael, nor Aya of course...Wulfric it is. Veran drew his hands back and threw the snowball at Wulfric's fur. 

"You put yourself in the line of fire, Wulfric." Veran smirked, handing Lazarus some snowballs. 

"Fire at will!" he commanded, Aya picking up a clump of snow and throwing it. 

"Come on Samael, we can do this!" she cheered, making some snowballs. 

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Samael threw snowballs as fast as he possibly could, aiming at all three, not really having a preference on which one to aim at over the other. Alexander threw snowballs back, not hesitating to throw at Samael. Lazarus took the snowballs as he threw at Aya and Samael specifically. "That's not fair! You never protect me like that!" Lazarus complained, yelling as he threw one straight at Wulfric's face, who simply shook it off afterwards. "I totally protect you! Just haven't really been given a reason to!" Wulfric happily said, wagging his tail before slamming his tail down, sending a wave of snow straight at Veran, Lazarus, and Alexander. Alexander and Lazarus screamed as the cold wave hit them, some of the snow sneaking into the crooks of their clothing and getting to their skin. "AHHH WULFRIC WHAT THE HECK?!?!?!" Alexander shrieked, throwing more snowballs at him, much to Samael's delight. It was an all out war until eventually exhaustion settled in. Lazarus threw himself onto the floor below, panting for breath as he began to sweat. Alexander seemed to be out of juice as well. Samael chuckled, resting against Wulfric's warm fur before feeling his eyes getting just a tad bit heavy. He smiled at Aya. "Today has been so fun." He admitted. "I never want to forget it." Alexander stretched, standing up as he wiped some sweat off his brow. "I think we should call it a draw." Alexander said, looking over at Veran. "I think I should get Samael back home too, before night falls." He insisted.

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Aya was starting to get a little cold as the snowball fight slowly came to a close, Veran brushing the snow off of him.

"That was well played, Wulfric." Veran commented to the boy, walking over and patting the wolf-boy on the head. 

"We don't want you to be stuck here another night, especially with this snow." Aya spoke up, turning to Samael and hugging him tightly, getting on her tip-toes for a second. 

"We will be there this evening. Have everything ready..." it was a very soft whisper, Aya kissing his cheek and backing herself away. 

"Let's go back inside so we can get your things and Veran will make sure you guys get home without any trouble." she gave a slight look to Veran who nodded, heading back inside.

Aya followed the group into the warmth of the manor taking her gloves off and unbuttoning her jacket. 

"Thank you for staying over Samael, Alexander." Aya then thanked them, Veran already coming down with the twos bags, at a slow pace. 

This was the last time Samael would be leaving the house...and Veran himself couldn't believe it. How was Aya possible able to compose herself? 

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Wulfric was more than happy to earn Veran's praise, but did better once Lazarus began to pet him as well. Samael simply smiled at Aya's words, not saying a word other than nodding. He knew that it was either tonight, or risk him waking up and not being himself anymore. By this point, he accepted it. If there was any fear, it was long gone, and only replaced with worry for the aftermath that would possibly come from it. They all headed back inside, Alexander giving Veran's jacket back at him as he helped Samael brush from snow off him. He turned to Aya, a soft smile on his lips. "We have to thank you for having us." Alexander said, Samael agreeing. "Next time, you get to stay over at our house! Let's play those fun games again!" Samael said cheerfully, even though it was all an act, knowing full well that there would never be a next time. "I have to admit, lady Aya." Alexander said as he crossed his arms, looking around the manor once more. Wulfric was back in his human form, and was snuggling with Lazarus as both sat in front of the large fireplace. "I didn't like you, and I certainly don't like Veran. I didn't like any of this involvement that Samael insisted on doing and yet..." Alexander smiled softly. "I think I have a lot to thank you for anyways." Alexander said, turning to Veran as he walked down the stairs. He took his bags from him. "Here we go. Again, thank you for letting us stay for the night." Alexander said. Samael nodded and gave a small bow. "Yes, thank you very much." "We should be heading back now. The rest of the household must be getting worried for you, my lord." Alexander insisted. Samael nodded, turning to Veran, and then to Aya, quickly wrapping his arms around her into a hug, smiling as he did so. "Until next time, Aya." Samael said. With that, they said their goodbyes, Alexander and Samael retreating to their carriage, and soon took off, disappearing into he distance as they retreated back to the manor. Wulfric and Lazarus looked at each other, and then back up at Aya and Veran, but didn't say a word. They knew what would happen. They could only wait and see how it would.

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"Even though you do not like Veran, you are likable. Thanks for treating that boy right." Aya smiled to Alexander in reference to Samael, Veran almost laughing at Aya's bluntness. 

As the door closed, Aya sighed. 

"That boy is literally going to be the death of me." she shook her head, looking back to Lazarus and Wulfric. 

Veran pat Aya's head softly. 

"It takes much strength to do what you do." he admired.
"We will go after dinner. I'm going to my study." Aya swiftly turned, 

Veran watched as his master walked up the stairs, looking down back at Veran, Lazarus and Wulfric. The demon let out a grunt, turning towards the direction of the kitchen. 

"Get the snow that is inside cleaned up." he instructed the two other servants. 

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Wulfric and Lazarus groaned. They were too comfy to move, but they did as asked regardless. Back at the Pandora Manor Samael and Alexander were greeted by the elderly servants, who quickly prepared a warm bath for Samael and took his snow covered clothes to wash. Samael enjoyed the bath, spoiling himself with both bubbles and scented oils. Once he was done he brushed his hair and made way to his office, where he reviewed the paperwork once more. His will and testament, and the personal letters he had written for his staff, especially one for Alexander, who had no idea of what would happen later tonight. He left all of these in his desk, where he was sure that they would be found after his passing. After he was done with that, he headed back to his room, where Alexander told him that dinner would be ready momentarily, and that he had a special dessert for him, much to Samael's excitement. Samael wore a white nightgown as he wondered around his room, wondering what would happen to it once he was gone. To his books, to his personal belongings. Yet at the same time, he did not care for it much, if not was more curious of what the afterlife looked like, and how did it felt. He would find out soon enough, he figured. He left the balcony door unlocked, and sat on his bed as he played his favorite song on the turn table, and simply waited.

[Lady Aleister 1,677]

 

 

 

(LISTEN TO ALL THE SONGS FOR THE FULL SAD AS HELL EFFECT) 

 

 

 

As the sun dwindled down to the time of the evening, Aya had barely prepared herself. She placed her hand over her left eye, calling for Veran through the contract. The butler was in the middle of fixing dinner and stopped upon feeling the familiar sensation on his palm. 

"Wulfric, Lazarus, please take over. Aya and I will be back," he instructed the two, gathering himself up and exiting the kitchen. 

Veran walked up the stairs, knowing what Aya had called for. Entering Aya's study with a knock, Aya turned to face him with a silent nod. Veran nodded back to her, getting on her coat and giving her her knife. Aya placed the knife in her coat, taking a long, shaky breath. 

"Let's go..." she muttered, Veran picking her legs up and then placing her on his shoulder. 

Veran unlocked the window gently before jumping down, and into the forest, towards Samael's manor at his pace. 

Aya held onto Veran tightly as they inched closer to the mansion, Aya stopping her butler. 

"We have to go through his balcony..." she muttered, Veran bringing her around to the back, finding Samael's balcony. 

With a leap, he landed on Samael's balcony, setting Aya down. 

 

Aya opened the door a little more, entering Samael's room quietly. 

"We're here..." she muttered, approaching Samael slowly and tightly holding onto him. 

 

Oh wait I gotta another sad song for ya 

 

"You know I don't want to do this...especially to you." her voice was a quiet whisper, pulling Samael's bangs away and looking into his eyes. 

"I'll miss those red eyes, you know?" she kissed his temple, leaning back and pulling the knife. 

Veran kept his eyes on Aya, them shining dark as the sun began to set. 

"If I could take away all your pain, I would Samael..." she pressed the knife just against his night shirt. 

"I'm so....so...so so so sorry Samael." Aya could feel a tear fall from her cheeks as she braced herself, Veran giving her a sharp look from the balcony, and with a gasp, she slowly pierced Samael's sternum, practically breaking into a sob right there as she did so. She could feel everything. The warm blood as it fell onto her hands, Aya keeping her teary eyes on Samael. 

Veran let his hands fall to his sides as she heard Aya break out into sobs and his expression softened, Veran biting his lip as the onset of sadness came upon him. Oh how he remembered when something like this happened to him back in those days...

"I'm sorry, Aya. This is my fault."  the thought came to the demons head as he watched with sad eyes, having to hold himself back.

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Samael embraced what would be the last hug between Aya and him. He smiled. "I'll miss yours. The most beautiful that not even gems could possibly compare." Samael hummed. When Aya pierced his heart, it felt like a pape rcut, the pain sharp and sudden and lingering before he began to feel cold. He held Aya in a hug, despite feeling guilty for getting her covered in his blood. "Don't blame yourself, Aya." Samael insisted, kissing her forehead as he held her. "Sure, destiny is cruel. But you were meant to save this world, and to do greater things that no one could ever imagine." He insisted, smiling as he felt his eyes becoming heavy, the warmth fading away and replaced with a coldness that not even the cold could compare. "It's not goodbye, Aya. I'm sure we will meet again. In another life. In whatever comes after this one. I'm sure." Samael said, trying hard to keep his smile. As he felt his strength leave him, a particular cinematic record began to emerge from his wound, twirling and rising into the sky, his soul going along with them. The images from when he was born, Alexander promising him his life. Growing up with Alexander and the servants. Surviving his father's cruel punishments. Meeting Aya. His father's death. His second encounter with Aya...and everything they shared and had gone through. In all of them, there was a warmth to the memories that could be felt to those who watched it. Even in the times of utter despair and paril, he remembered such memories of Aya with so much love and care, they went as far as to being colorful compared to the rest which were black and white. As the cinematic record was close to coming to its end, and so with Samael's life, he allowed himself to rest against Aya's hold, resting his head against her shoulder. "Despite all...despite everything bad that has happened...I'm glad I got to meet you, Aya." Samael said, smiling as he did so. "If I am to be reborn...if there is another life...I hope to fall in love with you...over and over...again..." Samael said, his voice slowly becoming a whisper, as the pool of blood beneath them grew larger, and larger. He smiled at the memories, at the flashes before his eyes.

"I promise to be with you, Samael."

 

"Hello, Aya Everus, I'm Samael Pandora."
 

"I love you, Aya!"
 

"Would you accept my courtship, Aya?"
 

"You're beautiful."
 

"I love you. Now, and forever."

Soon his vision blurred, and the colors disappeared. The warmth faded, and soon, he felt sleep take over him...and like that...he closed his eyes, with a smile on his face, while taking his last breath, right in Aya's arms. The cinematic records ended, cutting themselves short as on the roof of the manor, a pair of Grim Reapers sat and collected them. Gigermo wiped away his tears with his sleeve as he stamped down on a page of his book with Samael's picture, the date of his death correcting itself. "Soul collected, Samael Pandora." Gigermo hummed, sobbing as he wiped some more tears away. "Darn it. I shouldn't cry." Gigermo admitted. "There's nothing bad with that." Nikolai insisted, his eyes staring with pity at the scene downstairs. "It keeps what is left of humanity with us." In the silence, one could hear footsteps in the hallway. Someone was coming, most likely Alexander. They had to leave. There was no time to mourn. Not just yet.

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Aya slowly removed her knife from Samael, her vision blurry because of all the tears in her eyes. Aya lay a final kiss on Samael's lips as the last breath of his faded away. 

"Alexander is coming, we have to go," Veran called to Aya, coming behind her as she stood up, almost falling to her knees, dropping her knife.

Veran picked Aya up in both his arms, Aya getting one last look at Samael before Veran leaped off the balcony, the tune playing in Samael's room coming to a stop. 

As Veran waltzed into the forest, he looked behind him, glinting his eyes at Gigermo and Nikolai as they stood on the roof, the moon beginning to shine behind them.

When they got farther into the forest, Aya spoke up. 

"Veran put me down." she muttered. 

"We have to get to the manor." the demon's voice was monotone. 

"Put me down. Now." That time it was a command. 

Veran obliged, setting Aya down on the ground. Aya whipped the tears off her cheeks softly, looking up at Veran. His eyes were sad, almost glossy. 

"Stop being a quim..." she insulted, kicking her butler in the leg and turned around, running towards the Everus manor.

"Aya, wait!" Veran called after her, but to which he did not run after her. 

 

Aya ran to the manor, her tears falling freely as she was out of breath by the time she arrived, and as she opened the front door, Veran was right there. 

"You can't run from me, Aya." he looked down at his master, who gave him a grimace and marched up the stairs, not wanting to be talked to. 

Veran sighed after hearing Aya's door closing, finding Wulfric and Lazarus fooling around in the kitchen. 

"Will one of you two go try to talk to Aya...?" he request, putting up the dinner.

"Samael is gone." he then said afterwards, throwing the meal away and looking down into the sink. 

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"Samael, dinner is ready." There was no answer from the door, so Alexander knocked this time. "Samael." He called once more. No answer. He rolled his eyes as he opened the door. "Samael, have you fallen asleep so quickly? You haven't even eaten yet-" Alexander began, his casual scolding for his young master. However it stopped once his eyes landed on the fallen master. His eyes widened as the scent of iron hit his nostrils, the sight before him something only out of nightmares. Samael lay on his bed, wearing his nightgown, blood drenching him and the bed beneath. His heart simply stopped in its place, his breath held as he began to shake, the severity of the situation hitting him like a truck. It couldn't be real. This had to be a nightmare. A terrible nightmare...yet it was real. "...Samael?" Alexander muttered, a whisper barely escaping his lips as he ran to his master. His white gloves tainted instantly with blood as he picked Samael up, rising him to a sitting position, expecting for him to jump at him, give him a scare and laugh as he had fallen for one of his pranks. But there was no movement, his body limp in his arms. "Samael? Samael, this isn't..." Alexander felt his throat tighten, the wound on his chest oh so apparent as it dripped the last remaining tints of blood his body had left. For a moment as he looked at Samael's face, a memory of lady Pandora in her death bed flashed before his eyes, and just like that, he broke.

 

"SAMAEL!!!!"

 

His scream echoed across the manor, to the outside and through the falling snow. Servants ran to his need, all of them screaming once they saw the scene before them. Some of them simply broke down screaming, others crying, while the strongest ran to get help, a doctor, the police, anyone. Yet no one was more broken than Alexander, who held Samael, cradling him in his arms as he sobbed uncontrollably, begging for him to wake up. He had failed. He was given a single mission in this life; protect Samael, be there for him, keep him safe. And he had failed. By all of it, he had f*cking failed. And there was no turning back this time.

 

..

 

Wulfric and Lazarus looked at each other before nodding. Lazarus stood up, following Aya up stairs. There wasn't much of a guess where the young master could have possibly gone to, her room being the most accurate guess. He knocked on the door. "Aya, it's me." Lazarus spoke. "I'm coming in." He added, before entering the room. He found her on her bed, crying into the sheets and the pillows. Lazarus softly closed the door behind him, walking over to her. What could he possibly say to a girl who had to kill the love of her life, much like putting down a sick dog who had not much more to suffer in this world. He knew the pain of loss. But this was surely greater than whatever he had felt. It couldn't possibly compare. Lazarus sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her with a frown. "I know it hurts, Aya. The pain you feel is unlike anything that any of us have ever felt. It is incurable, nor unavoidable, or even comparable. But you have to understand this from Samael's point of view as well. It also pained him to be torn from you. Most likely just as much as it pains you...but he had started to feel the changes. He began to have nightmares, dreams of his past lives and past selves. He was beginning to remember things he wished he didn't. I know it hurts, but Aya, you saved him. You saved him from the fate that was given to him the moment of his birth. You gave him a peaceful, and quick end, than to let him suffer and slowly decay into what he would have eventually become. You stopped him from becoming a monster...you saved him, Aya."

 

...

 

The screams of a frustrated Lucifer echoed across the chambers as he sat on his throne, the rest of the demons simply staring almost like watching a kid go through a tantrum. Once he had calmed down, relatively, one of the demons spoke up. "It appears the end of the world will be postponed." The demon said, a slight chuckle following it, which only seemed to fuel Lucifer's anger even further. "No!" He hissed. "It is not over...Not yet." He insisted, gripping his seat tightly as he smirked. "I still have one more trick up my sleeve. It is not over yet." Lucifer whispered, only receiving a laughter from the other demons. "You are that desperate, are you not?" He asked, only to be silenced by Lucifer's respond. "This is my choice to make! This is my time, my rules!" Lucifer screamed. He extended his arm, something golden forming upon his fingertips. "After all, even God likes a good haggle."

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Aya rolled over on her bed, facing Lazarus.

"Lazarus, I have seen death more times than imaginable, but when it comes to killing someone you love, by your own hand, it is unbearable." her voice was more serious now, kind of worn out already.

"I did it for his own good, I am aware of that." she sat up some, looking the zombie-boy in the eye.

"Veran will be after me soon, and as soon as this end of the world bullshit is complete, I'll be nothing but a demon's meal." Aya let a shaky breath leave her lips, moving closer to Lazarus and hugging him for a second.

"After all the things I've done to you, you're still even polite to us." she admitted, sighing deeply.

"You can go, Lazarus. Tell Veran to bring me some tea." she insisted, rolling back into her bed.

 

Veran opened up the door before Lazarus could step out,tea tray in his hands as he looked down at Lazarus, allowing the boy to leave. Aya tensed a little as Veran closed the door.

"I have some calming tea, please drink it." Veran walked over to her bedside, letting her grab cup.

Aya sat up a little bit, looking at her reflection in her cup. Her eyes were glossy. She didn't drink yet.

"You make me immensely uncomfortable." Aya shot out to Veran, gently taking a sip before holding the cup out too Veran for him to take.

"I'm sorry?" He looked at the cup.

"Aya you barely drank this. You need to drink something--" he was cut off when Aya's eyes sharply turned to him.

"If you're going to start giving orders to me why don't you just kill me Veran?! I am useless most of the time anyways! It would be better just to be with him again!" She yelled, throwing the teacup at Veran, him catching it flawlessly in his hands.

Veran narrowed his eyes at Aya, putting the tea cup down and was at her face in milliseconds.

"Getting rid of you right now would be a splendid idea...you don't even know what to do with yourself because you were so in love with that human...just look at your hands and clothes Aya." Veran's voice became suddenly low and sinister.

"Though it is extremely tempting now...I would love to savor you later..." the demon threatened, Aya backing away quickly and almost falling back off her bed.

"Ahhh...Aya don't give me such a look..." he reached his hand out slowly.

"Why don't you calm down for a while?" His voice was as gentle as ever, his right palm touching Aya's head as she fell back, Veran catching her and laying her on her pillow, as Veran had knocked her out, him simply taking the tea tray in his hands and stepping out of the room, Lazarus there to see the entire thing as Veran walked down the hall as if nothing happened, the blood on Aya's clothes and hands gone completely.

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Lazarus felt his throat tighten as he witnessed what he did. For a moment, once again, Veran was able to remind him of what he really was. A demon. A powerful, unpredictable, and sadistic demon with enough power to eliminate them all if that was what he felt like doing. Yet for whatever reason, maybe pity, or maybe out of pickiness, they were still alive. As alive as he allowed them to be, anyways. Lazarus took a glance at Aya, looking at her sleeping expression before he stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. He hurried back to Wulfric, who welcomed him back underneath the cotton blanket as they sat in front of the fire. "I sometimes forget how scary Veran actually is." Lazarus whispered, as if afraid that hearing such things would make Veran come after him. Wulfric nudged at his form, curling around him and keeping him closer. "I think he's less scarier than when I first met him." Wulfric admitted. "I think he's remembering to be human again."

 

-2 DAYS LATER-

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The news about Samael's death spread like wildfire throughout the city, and further on through the circles of commoners and aristocrats alike. Once again whispers went rampant as the police investigated the sudden death, the murder. Many of course were saddened, while just as many wondered if it was the curse of the Pandora family striking once more, ending what had been rumored to be a curse that was passed down by generation after generation. Regardless, it all ended the same; Earl Samael Pandora was dead, and he had been murdered in his own bedroom. The police of course have opened a case, and Samael's body was given to the coroner who identified that he had obviously died of a straight stab to the heart. After that was all done, and evidence collected to investigate a case, the police eventually gave Samael's body to the next of kin for the funeral; Alexander. Oh Alexander. Out of everyone in the household, he was the one who everyone couldn't help but to feel pity off. He hadn't even spoken a word, his eyes red from the endless crying, dark circles under his eyes as he had refused to sleep, refusing to leave his master's side. Catarina visited Aya, to which she heavily suggested for her to stay away from Alexander for her own sake and safety. The funeral was attended by aristocrats, business partners and many others who came to pay their respects. After a solemn ceremony, Samael was taken to the local cemetery and buried, befittingly, next to his mother and father. Eventually as the sun began to set, the grave was left alone.

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The wind blew steadily as Aya, Wulfric, Lazarus, and Veran made their way to the cemetery, taking their time as the gravel crunched beneath their feet. Aya had not been questioned due to Veran's work, and Aya was honestly surprised the Queen wasn't hounding at her. Aya came to a halt, looking down at the three gravestones in front of her. Reginald Pandora, Persephone Pandora, and lastly Samael Pandora. Aya lay the flowers the held in her hand carefully down, a mixture of red roses, lilies, and a singular black rose Lazarus prepared. 

Aya took a long sigh, shivering some as the winter wind hit her. She then stepped away some from the group, wandering off to her father's grave as the three servants were at Samael's, them actually leaving Aya alone. 

"Father you had the hardest job in the world..." she let herself say, looking at the grave. 

Aya had hardly ever visited it, and never really wanted to. This is where both her mother and father lay, and where she will lay as well.

 

 

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Edited March 7, 2017 by Madam Ciel Nekohive

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With the howling wind, and her mind twisting in thoughts, Aya did not hear the footsteps behind her. She didn't hear as Alexander, still wearing his mourning attire, walking slowly to her, eyes dead set on her as he crept up from behind. In his hand a sharp blade, the look on his eyes screaming the intent obvious; he was out to kill, and Aya was his one and only target. The beloved Everus, the Queen's Watchdog, the one and only who got Samael involved in all of those, and not only stole his heart, but his sanity, and possibly, his life. How many enemies had she made that could have targeted Samael? From demons, to werewolves, it didn't matter. It was her fault. He fault. By the time he reached behind her, he didn't even cast a shadow, raising his arm as he aimed the knife straight at her head- "AYA!" The was a loud growl, inhuman, as a familiar Wulfric got in the way of Alexander's attack, biting down on his hand as he got between Alexander and Aya. He managed to push the knife out of the way, Alexander screaming as the sharp teeth bit through his gloves and drew blood. He pulled back, slicing the knife across Wulfric's face as Wulfric yelped, blood flying as Wulfric took a few steps back, keeping Aya behind him. He world, his blue eyes glowing as a cut had gone from the lower left cheek across his face, to end at the upper right cheek, blood oozing as it dripped onto the snow beneath. Alexander didn't phased easily, glaring not at Wulfric, but past him and straight at Aya. "Step out of my way." He hissed, his voice hoarse from the screams the crying he had done. "Over my dead body." Wulfric warned. Lazarus ran, grabbing a hold of Alexander to try and pry the knife away from him. Alexander didn't take it well. "GET OFF ME!" Alexander growled, grabbing Lazarus and throwing him across the floor. Lazarus scurried to his feet, hurrying to Aya's side as he acted as a second shield for her. "What do you think you're doing?!" "GETTING SAMAEL'S KILLER!!!" Alexander yelled, his voice echoing as his eyes were filled with utter hatred and heartbreak. He pointed at Aya with the knife, still covered with Wulfric's blood. "Oh beloved Aya. Oh little Aya. Oh the heiress of the Everus. The Queen's Watchdog!" Alexander hissed, warm tears escaping his eyes. "A dammed child from the moment she was born into her place, and all she has done is to drag everyone she meets down with her!!! Wherever she goes, whoever she touches, they just die at her feet to make a bridge for her to cross without a care in the world! Have you ever thought of how many people have died by your influence, Aya?!" Alexander demanded, panting heavily as his whole body shook. "Yet I don't understand...He wasn't an enemy...He LOVED you...and yet...and yet..." In Alexander's other hand, a crumpled piece of paper stood out, Samael's letter. "I demand an answer, Aya, tell me...WHAT DID WE EVER DO TO DESERVE ANY OF IT?! WHAT DID HE DO TO BE KILLED SO YOUNG?! HOW COULD YOU BE SO SELFISH?!" He could barely catch his breath, Wulfric never moving from where he stood. Alexander let out of sob. "Don't you realize you weren't the only one who loved him...that I loved him too...?"