Snuff Out The Unclean...

Kuroshitsuji Cosplay - SketchUp 

The angel smirks at the question. “Would you like me to show you?”

I smile, feeling that this holy lady could be trusted. The glow from her presence alone calms me. My soul and instincts tell me to take her hand…..and trusting both….

I do.

“Oh and….the name’s Kiara. Just so you know.” I added, admiring at how lovely this Angel was. She alone puts mythical sirens to shame, I thought to myself.

“Such a pretty name.” Angela smiled, eyes squinting as they usually did when she smiled, “ I know just the place where we can be alone and talk. Where all your worries and doubts can be quieted. Where your soul can be healed and freed. It isn’t much further ahead, my child. I shall make you pure as the driven snow like so many others who need cleansing.”

The angel smirks at the question. “Would you like me to show you?”

“If you’d like, My Lady.” I reply. “I’d like a demonstration.”

“Overrated?” the doll repeated as if he had heard the word for the first time. “Would you have respected me less if I remained human, master? Do I satisfy you like this?” he asked the angel, dipping his head, shutting his lids as the other stroked his cheek.

“Perhaps those questions are better suited for Angela. She seems to hold you in better regards than myself,” he replied a bit coldly. “I will answer that you have satisfied me quite well and I shall assume you will continue to prove to be useful to me henceforth. Now, honestly, I really must be off. Speak with my sister if you have further inquiries.”

Turning from the confused puppet, Ash swiftly moved to the cottage door. With hesitation he turned back to the doll. “Upon my return, we shall speak further. I will fix you up nicely and give you purpose once more. Until then, listen to what Angela tells you to do. I leave you in her charge.”

Drossel looked up at the angel and frowned. “I… I do not remember what it was like, being human… y-you say that I was miserable?” The ginger questioned, cocking his head to the side and pondering aloud.

“I…,” the doll trailed off with a frown. “I want to ask you one thing more, master, if I may dare,” the ginger-haired doll pleaded as the other turned to leve. “I need  to know somethin. It… it is very important to me.”

The doll paused, looking down at his feet, at his hands. How dirty they were. In every meaning of the word they were filthy.

“I… I want to be human.”

Drossel felt a faint stirring in the confines of his wooden chest as the angel stroked his cheek. “I… I was damaged severely, master,” he confirmed with a stoic frown. “But… you did not think to… send for me?”

He would have shown up sooner if he had been called. He would have pulled himself together and dragged himself to the queen if he had to. He desired nothing in his heart or lack thereof to see his master satisfied.

“I… I ask that you forgive me. For my absence. That… that is all that I ask. I dare not ask more,” he told him.

“Why did… why did you not come for me,master?” The doll asked, a frown on his wooden lips. “Were you not satisfied with my work? Did you think that I had failed you?” He asked.

He sat down.

“I do not understand.”

“Why did I not come for you?” the angel repeated. Malevolent eyes smiled down at the puppet as he brushed his satin encased knuckles along Drossel’s wooden cheek. “I was informed that the demon, Michaelis, had all but left you in pieces. My duty was to see to the Queen and therefore I was not at liberty to search for your remains. Likewise was my sister. However, as you have returned, there was no need to do so after all.”

The doll stiffened further somehow as his master made his voice known. His head spun around as the angel placed a hand on the doll’s shoulder.

The other whispered in his ear and Drossel finally spoke up.

“I am incredibly resilient, master,” Drossel said. “It would be foolish to be brought down with a simple blow, knowing I could no longer serve you.”

The doll sat down, making himself ‘comfortable’ in a rocking chair. He looked down as the chair moved back and forth. He wondered if he and the chair were not so different after all.

They had both been created to be used.

He wondered if his master would truly be happy to see him again.

“So there you sit,” came the sound of a masculine voice from behind the doll.”I wondered if what my sister told me was true. It would seem you have returned, if not worse for wear, Drossel.”

The doll followed the angel, and stopped only after they reached the cottage. It was a beautiful, quaint little thing, and Drossel felt comfortable merely by looking at it. It was all very pleasing to the eye. And Drossel was not biased in any way when it came to external beauty.

He went inside the cottage as Angela called for her other half. He was taken aback by the glorious interior.

“It is beautiful, mistress,” he said.

The doll quickly followed behind her as the angel sprinted ahead. Despite not being in the best of shape, he still managed to run rather fast.

“Coming, coming!” He called after her, breaking into a sprint. It was a good thing he never got tired.

His master was waiting.

Soon the quaint little cottage came into view. A brick chimney jetted from the thatched roof. A tiny stream of smoke rose from it. Green shutters adorned every window and a flower box sat beneath each one, filled with lilacs and violets. The walls were crafted from logs and ivy crept over nearly every inch of them. There was a porch with an over hang. Two rocking chairs sat empty upon it. A pane of glass sat cut into the mahogany door. A picture of two angels carved and pained into the glass. They were embracing one another; at their sides were a dog in the shape of a man and a puppet with a music box. This was the newly acquired home for the angles.

“Ash?! Brother?! Are you about?!” Angela hollered as she turned the brass knob on the door and swung it open. “I have quite the surprise for you!”

Drossel had no idea what that phrase meant, but Angela made it seem like it was a good thing.

“I am able to run, mistress,” the doll said. “If you lead the way I will follow quite quickly.”

“Alright, then come along Drossel. Lets run,” she smiled at him. 

Picking up her skirts, Angela picked her feet up and began to run ahead of the puppet. The wind whipped through her hair, threatening to tear her bonnet from the top of her head. Giggling joyfully, she reached up with her free hand to hold it in place. She always did enjoy the feel of the air kissing he porcelain cheeks as she ran or flew. 

“I wish to see him now,” the doll requested. “If it is not too much trouble. I do not wish to make him wait any longer. He was the one that wanted me back, correct, mistress?”

“Oh indeed, Drossel,” she beamed. “Ash will be tickled pink to see you.” 

“I would like whatever it is that you like, mistress,” Drossel responded with a bow. “I would very much wish to continue making my dolls, so a new shop would be most favorable,” he continued, pondering aloud.