His eyes expanded, seeing her body went limp. His lips parted, wanting to deny what was occurring. His lips turned upside down as rage filled him.

His pulse raced, almost as if he would burst. His muscles grew tense and he gripped onto the strings, didn't bother about the pain he felt. His body temperature rose, and he could feel his blood boiling. A few cuts later, he was finally free.

To his surprise, he saw a spear teared up the other demon's coat. "Well, if it isn't Claude Faustus."

"Miles." Claude spat, seeing the female ahead of him. She caught him off guard as Sebastian threw a kick to his back. They fell into another battle, only this time, Sebastian was filled with rage.

His punches were insanely fast that Claude lost his balance, the sword slipping off his hands.

Meanwhile, Caroline regretted it. She looked at Y/n's body on the floor, the colour red painted her dress. She broke a rule to be involved with one of the victims on the list. But she didn't care. She wished she had stepped in sooner.

With a heavy heart, she picked up her death-scythe, tearing off her torso.

Claude, still in battle with Sebastian, grinned slyly, "Looks like the death God had begin her task." He restrained Sebastian's hands, holding him back.

"Let's watch it together, shall we?" He said. The two demons witnessed the scene, flickering in their eyes.

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Y/n stood by her mother's door, hesitating to knock. The nightmare she just had haunted her. She was seeking comfort from her mother, only if she hadn't shut her out. Ever since her father left, she felt as if her mother was blaming her.

She stepped back when the door suddenly opened. She looked up at her mother, seeing if she was expecting her. "Mother-"

"Move." She coldly spat. Y/n flinched at her words and moved away eventually. She watched her walked down the hall, disappearing into the kitchen. Y/n peeked in her room, seeing her little brother in the crib. At least that made her smile slightly.

"Don't go near him," her head snapped to her mother's voice who was walking up to her. "Mother, I had a nightmare." She pleaded, tears threatening to spill.

"You're old enough to handle it on your own. Gale needs his mother." She replied, shutting her door as she went back to her room. The thick wind blew to Y/n's face as she fell silent.

"But... I need you too." She cried out, holding her head as she felt a sharp pain. She crumbled to the floor, the nightmare continued. 

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Y/n held the dagger in her hands, feeling the detailed design with the pads of her fingers. She figured it was her father's when she found it in his study. It was gifted for her, a note attached to the string on it, it was written in a language she was foreign of. Let alone she couldn't understand the letters he used. The only reason she knew it was for her was his last words; for her.

She knew it was something he took from where he came from. The first time she gripped it in her hand, she felt reenergized. She figured that it was his significant blade. It was a weapon from hell.

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"You bitch!"  Her nose flared as she threw a plate to her, shattering as it hit the wall behind her. She breathed heavily, picking up another plate. "You killed him!" Y/n shielded herself as she threw another one.

The news of her son being dead enraged her, immediately assaulting her own daughter. "I tried to save him!"

She yelled in agony, picking up a knife and running up to her.  Tackling her down the floor, she cried out, penetrating the silverware to her shoulder.

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"Hey! Go talk about your shitty jobs somewhere else!" Y/n yelled at the two reapers at the roof. They turned their head to her, raising a brow. The redhead scoffed, "what?"

The two of them stepped closer, seeing how she witnessed the scene. "Calm your arse! I know what you are." She stepped up the ledge, holding onto the frame of the windows. She was immediately greeted with a sharp blade inches away from her face.

"If you speak a word about this-"

"I said, calm down, four-eyes! It's not like I have someone to talk to anyways." She spat, moving the tip away. The male huffed a breath, knitting his brows. "You're... not human..."

She let out a short chuckle, shaking her head. "Partly human. My old man's a demon. So, yeah. I know what you guys are." He lowered his weapon at that, eyes never leaving her figure.

The redhead hummed, closing in on her. He examined her feature, smiling brightly when he heard what she said. "A demon, you say? Honey, you look too cute to be one!" He grinned shortly, reaching a hand to her hair. She smacked his hand off, glaring at him. He flinched, taking his hand back. "Back off."

The other male chuckled, fixing his glasses. "You can ignore him. He's like that for some reason." He reached his hand out for her to shake. "William T. Spears, the idiot there is Grell Sutcliff."

Y/n raised a brow, seeing how he was offering him a handshake. "I've met one of you guys before. I didn't exactly remember but if I see the face, I'd know." She gladly took his hand. She always felt comfortable with people of her kind.

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She didn't know why she had accepted his offer in the first place. It was a fool of her to believe the words of the vile demon. She thought she would find a home when he said he was someone of her kind.

Claude trapped her between his arms, grazing his teeth to the skin of her neck. Y/n squirmed underneath him, trying to push him off. "No..." She barely whispered, feeling a wet lick to her throat. His hand travelled under the fabric of her shirt as she shot her eyes open.

Y/n pushed him away, earning a few scratches on her wrist when he tried to hold on to her. Not giving him a chance to speak, she rushed to the door, running as far away from him. The wound on her wrist sting as the cold breeze blow. Blood trailed down her arm, painting it red. She went into a washroom, rinsing off the blood with running water. That was definitely going to leave a permanent mark. 

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"I told you! They helped me cook faster!"

"Flamethrowers?! Really?!"

"How small is your brain, Bard?!"

"At least I can see well! You don't even need the glasses!"

"The Young Master gave this to me! I'm not taking it off!"

Y/n watched them argued with each other, bickering about themselves. Her lips curved into a smile. A genuine one. For the first time in many years, she felt joy.

The trio stopped shouting at the sound of her laughing. She held her stomach, closing her eyes as she burst into a laugh. The servants were shocked, never had they seen or heard her laugh not in a mockery way.

"Oi! What are you laughing at?!" Said Bard as he made his way to her. She looked up at the male, wiping off her face. She put a hand to his shoulder, "Nothing. Just thinking how small your brain is." She grinned as the other two continued your laugh. Bard looked at them and to you, back to back. He threw his hands in the air, walking to the two.

Y/n felt overjoyed. She met them for only a few weeks and yet she felt welcomed. She felt like they were her family. She felt like she was home. And she was happy for a while.

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Y/n stared at the starry night, feeling the cool breeze tickled her skin. "Comfortable, kitten?" Sebastian asked, brushing a hand to her hair. She giggled, leaning onto his shoulder.

"Why do you call me that?" She questioned. Sebastian hummed, nuzzling his nose to her head. "Because you're like one. The first time I met you, you were a rascal. But then, as I get to know you better, you were softer. Like how a kitten is." He briefly explained. She felt her cheeks flared up, cursing to herself to feel that way. "Huh... You're weird."

He merely chuckled at the taunt, finding it a sign of her love. He learned that her insults were her ways to express her love toward him. "My love for you is never in doubt."

"Right..." She stood up, brushing off her skirt. Sebastian followed after her as she skidded away. "You pardoned my mistakes!" Seeing how she suddenly jumped out of the mood, he figured she was thinking about it again.

"That doesn't mean I can bring it up sometimes!"

He chased after her as she started to run. A laugh escaped her lips when he caught her, twirling her in the air. He leaned closer, capturing her into a loving kiss. She felt butterflies on her stomach, holding onto his shoulders. She couldn't believe it herself how she let him tear down her walls. Nevertheless, she was glad she did.

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Caroline exhaled, pulling out her list. Finding the page, she marked Y/n's page as 'Completed'. She looked down to the younger female, seeing how she reminded her of herself.