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Aster Vow	By : Elleyis Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1134 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler, aka Kuroshitsuji or any of the character there in. Black Butler is the property of Yana. I am making no money from this.

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His legs felt numb and the pain in his chest was excruciating but he forced himself to get up. It was difficult to breathe let alone walk; the same life giving air that was barely filling his lungs burned him from within. “Heeaah, huuueeah.” Still he pressed on.
A dagger was buried hilt deep in the right side of his chest and the wound it made bled profusely. He had to watch his own feet take one step at a time for fear the world spinning around him would sweep him of his them. There seemed to be an eternity between him and the place he was trying to find. He felt oddly chilled even though he was covered in sweat and his own arms didn’t feel as though they belonged to him. Still he needed to get back to her.
The spinning world around him ceased to turn and Harold slowly lifted his head. He found the one for whom he had been searching. She was staring back at him. Her face was covered in tears and traces of black dirt tarnished her beautiful complexion. He made a carefree grin at his to wife and tried to limp towards her but he collapsed on his side before he could reach her.
“Harold!” Meena scrambled to her feet and nearly fell again when she got to him. His pristine suit was sullied with muck and part of his face was stained with blood. She dropped to the ground and her shaking hands carefully turned him on his back. The distraught woman gasped upon seeing the instrument deeply lodged in her husband chest cavity.
She hastily tore a piece of cloth from her sari and placed his head in her lap. Unsure of herself she attempted to stop his bleeding by putting pressure with cloth around the stab wound.
“Aaah,” the man grunted. His chest sharply rose and fell as he wheezed.
“Darling please don’t leave me,” the woman wept.
“I promised…to keep you safe,” he stammered trying to maintain the silly smile on his face.
“Don’t talk,” she sniffed. The tears slid down her cheeks and her small fingers trembled from dismay.
“Please smile, I can’t stand to see unhappy,” he held his quivering hand up to his wife’s face to wipe away the soft crystal beads. “Meena, I’m terribly sorry…for getting you involved…I’ve been too foolish.”
Meena gently placed her palm over it. It was cool to the touch and quickly losing its remaining warmth.
The dying man longingly whispered to his beloved, “Darling, I love you more than anything…remember that.” Unable to keep his eyes open any longer he shut them and smiling as he died in Meena’s warm embrace.
“No…open your eyes!” The woman lamented as his hand slipped from hers and fell back to the Earth. Sobbing in anguish she desperately clung to his lifeless body trying to summon his soul back, “….please…stay with me!”

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Once again all was silent in the forest of death. Meena had long since stopped crying and was still kneeling over Harold’s cold body. ‘What did he mean?,’ she thought ‘why was he smiling?’ The phrase ‘I love you more than anything,’ scathed and ate away her guilty conscious.
“Forgive me,” she whispered to Harold, “I lied. I lied about loving you.” She slowly ran her hands through his golden locks aching to hear him forgive her but It was all for nought, the man was already gone from this world. Several rays of dusk pierced the foggy haze of the forest. Night was fast approaching but widow didn’t care. Other than being beside her husband nothing else mattered anymore. Meena refused to leave him alone but someone else was there in the grove with her.
The girl was too distraught to notice of the sound of dead leaves crunching underneath the feet of the deceased. The hit woman rose again and was coming closer to Meena. A walnut sized hole in he left temple was visible and her gaze was empty, yet she was still moving. Dragging the tip of the discarded saber across the wet ground the lifeless husk sauntered ever closer, her steps unevenly swaying from left then to right.
The killer was no more than a foot away from her when Meena saw the long shadow casting black over the ground. Meena looked up seeing the woman’s raised her arm ready to bear down with the sword and strike its target. ‘How could a dead person move?!’ Nothing made sense anymore but if this was to be her punishment for her deception and all her lies ‘so be it.’ Meena closed her eyes.
The sword began its descent and the sickening noises of bones snapping and blood splattering across the earth resonated across the empty air.

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Meena cringed but no pain came to her. Time passed and she parted her eyelids to allow the light of the dusk enter. Towering over her was something the bereaved lady never saw before. A woman with pupils resembling those of a snake, whose iris’s glimmered and gleamed with fuchsia encircled in ring of tainted scarlet stood before Meena. Her garment was pure black and her bosom was stained with fresh blood. Long strands of silver hair cascaded over her shoulders and barbaric marking adorned her cheeks and arms. In her grip she held the crushed wrist of the attacker and her other claw punctured the body.
“Kali?” Meena mouthed with her eyes fixed on the flesh and blood incarnation of a fierce goddess.
Removing her hand from the corpse the deity left a large gaping hole in the place where the killer’s heart should have been. Unsympathetically the goddess tossed the carcass aside with one hand leaving the mangled thing to rot where it landed.
Meena quivered in fear. She would have prostrated herself before a divine being but was too scared to budge.
“Why do you cry?” A familiar but stony voice uttered.
Meena gazed in awe and confusion, “Hannah?” Though she was the spitting image of maid, the woman standing over her was not the same gentle spirit she had become familiar with, nor did she seem like the kind hearted companion Meena dearly cherished. Yet it whom else could it have been? Her words were lost.
“Is this not what you wished for?” Hannah inquired again.
“I,” Meena shook her head in tears, “I don’t understand!”
Hannah only looked at Meena’s husband and spoke to the frightened woman in a softer tone, “If you do not love him then why do you cry? Is he worthy of such pain?”
The chains of Melena’s closely guarded heart broke and her eyes widened when she realized the lucidity in Hannah’s voice. All time she spent dreaming of being free, of elevating herself from slave to aristocrat meant nothing. Blinded by her own ambition she lost the most precious thing she had, the man who loved and cherished her above all else. Sinking into the growing regret in the pit of stomach Meena answered with her eyes doused in tears, “Yes…he is.”
Nothing more needed to be said.
Hannah took hold of the Meena’s hand. Her elegant black fingers and nails slid the engraved ring off its host’s finger. The trinket easily shattered between demoness’ index finger and thumb.
She knelt next to Meena and cupped the girl’s face with blood drench hands. “Yet again I grieve for you,” she whispered. Meena didn’t know what to do but the demonic eyes so near her mesmerized and strongly pulled her soul into them, as if they could sallow her whole. Closing the space between them Hannah kissed the girl. Meena eye’s remained open, the lips pressing against her own lacked the same tenderness as before, instead they felt cruel and distance. The bindi on her forehead began to glow and change. The impression of a small black rose appeared then in light blue aura coming from light faded away. In time the kiss was broken.
Before rising Hannah took Harold’s wedding ring off his finger and cut a lock of hair from his head with her claw. She wrapped the golden strands around the ring, rose, and spoke, “I have placed my mark upon you. Danger shall not come to you but your freedom is no more.”
A trotting horse with a saddle upon its back entered the grove and neighed. It neared Hannah and obediently waited while swishing its course tail back and forth. The she-devil took hold of its reigns and gave it to Meena.
“Before you leave this place take the briefcase from carriage and the letter from there as well. Keep the other ring with you but do not wear it on your hand. Follow the instructions within the letter and see to it that your husband’s work is done. If you wish to take his body do so, but you must not bury him in London. Do not announce his death so quickly. When you have done all that is required of you this shall be returned.” Hannah held Harold’s wedding ring to the light. “Afterwards discard the Earl’s token and do not stay within in London. Go where you wish, but never return there or here for that matter. Do you understand?”
Meena was still bewildered but simply nodded her head.
“This one shall take you to the nearest road; follow it until you’ve reached a town. Do not delay here much longer.” Hannah turned to leave but Meena called out to her.
“Wait!” she exclaimed too hesitant to say anything else. “Hanna, who are you? Please tell me that much at least.”
The woman strode forward and disappeared into the woods. Meena eyes widen when she heard Hannah’s voice for the last time.
“Demon.”
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