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“I never aim for less” the boy hissed in return, “Watch your tongue! I am your master. Your patience for your master extends eternally, remember that.”

Saaame

The demon watched the way she moved and ate, clearly not used to hospitality from such a large estate. He enjoyed taking people by surprise - it almost became somewhat of a game to the butler at this point.

He needed to find entertainment somewhere.

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Josiah didn’t harbour too much herbs surprisingly but there was some on her. Mostly did she hold of stench of ash and gunpowder. Though why? Only god knows, this woman was quite strange indeed. The doctor paid little mind to his tsk, eating away at her given food as the demon remained idle. When he’d question her, the doctor would raise her head to him, pulling her utinsle out from beneath her mask before placing it down on the tray.

“I work with those who I deem worthy of my time and cooperation, and that of interesting, but my services remain the same. One will get a helping hand. I’ve got friends. But I tend to be on my own most the times. Hospitals would be key, but unfortunately. I’m not that type of doctor. Holy men? Oh my, they’d not like my aura. Other medicine folk? Not at all. I’m a little stubborn sometimes, the lonesome means I have little to babysit and less to worry about. But I could always use a good conversation... I’m considerate though.”

“Who am I? I. I am Josiah. A renowened plague doctor. With a great hand in swordsmanship, and. With a few little tricks up my sleeve.”

Josiah had leant forward, giving a bow as her right arm swung beneath her abdomen, and so on her other extended out almost overexaggerated. Popping back up to fixate her posture as she’d straighten it and idle her arms back along her side. Simple Victorian was she, but all that of a hunters gesture. Though don’t take her renowned remark to true, she’s hardly known at all.

She let out a soft cuss in a foreign language, lowering her hands to the ground. With her hands went the bones she’d been lifting up.

Angelique pulled up to Phantomhive Manor, feeling nervous as she got out of the carriage. She walked up to the manor and rang the doorbell, feeling nerves jump on her as she waited for the man she came to see to answer the door.

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There are moments in life when you cannot say no: when you know this choice is going to make everything better, when someone wants to give you something pleasant, or when it is Sebastian Michaelis demanding something from you.

No-one really knew who he actually was: tall, handsome, mysterious, he made many girls swoon. People said he was a skilled businessman, but there were too many secrets surrounding him, and, well, people were afraid of him, because usually if someone refused once he asked them of something, that person had a terrible accident.

No wonder then that when Robert Bennet was given an offer, he could not say no, even though the offer surprised him in a very unpleasant way. 

“Mister Michaelis asks for your daughter’s hand,” said one of his employees, “and assures you that it will be a very convenient union between your families. I needn’t say that if you say no, Mister Michaelis will be,” he paused, closing his briefcase, “unsatisfied.”

Robert knew one thing - if Sebastian Michaelis was unsatisfied, the Bennet family would be in mortal danger, and even though he hated the vision of his daughter being trapped in such a relationship, it would be the only way to keep her and the rest of the family - well, maybe not safe, but at least alive.

“Agreed,” he sighed in despair. “Tell him I agree and I will be waiting for his phone call so we could plan the whole ceremony.”

The other man smiled coldly, bowing his head, “Wonderful. I wish you a good day, sir.”

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Although she had been washing the very same plate for five minutes or more, Mei-Rin seemed not to have noticed that. Her face was pale, as if blank, eyes fixed upon some point in the space before her, nowhere close to the plate she was tormenting.

Yes, there was a dishwasher in the manor, however sometimes the maid used such a traditional thing as sink. It happened only when she was beyond shocked so if one found her in such a state, it was obvious that something must have happened.