[Agent D + Agent V] Danse Macabre

[Vel]

This roleplay is Kuroshitusji based for V.elocity and Disco. It may contain content unsuitable for minors. Basically if you know me and know how I get, there are some parts of this RP you might want to steer clear of. That is all. <3

Sleep had just taken hold of the young earl's mind, lulling him into what always seemed to be a false sense of security. He would drift off into a wonderful world of unconsciousness thinking that he was finally safe from his memories. That sweet serenity only lasted a short while before he was plagued with vivid images that would forever be ingrained in his muddled mind. It was almost as if some higher power was playing a sick joke on him, using him as the pawn of some twisted little game only suited for deriving some sort of morbid entertainment. Alois Trancy was a victim of his own mind. The chains that bound him were hard ones to sever and would most likely remain intact for the remained of his life, how ever long that turned out to be.

Just like every other night, the quiet, dreamless sleep he had been in was abruptly interrupted by the flickering image of fire and smoke. The sky was a deep indigo, dotted with stars whose light was being masked by the billowing cloud of sooty residue. Alois frantically looked around as people ran past him, scrambling to get away from the building inferno. It was not much longer until the screams of those people who had not been lucky enough to escaped, or had just realized a loved one had been left behind, pierced the heavy night air. A few frantic people turned around to run back into the the blistering heat, Alois right at there heels. He had to find Luca. His little brother, his best friend, the only human being who had ever shown unwavering loyalty and love towards him, was somewhere in there. It was easy enough to navigate his way around the flames, only having a few close calls as they licked at his feet when he had to fit through an alleyway. The whole entire village was burning to the ground. Good riddance would have been the phrase to come to mind if Alois had not been so occupied with other things. "Luca! Luca, where are you?!" he called out frantically, tripping a few times as he stumbled over the cobblestone street. It did not take him very long to locate the cowering boy who appeared to be trapped in one of the buildings. There was no way to get to him. "Luca!" Alois cried out with horror as the fire seemed to engulf Luca's small body.

Alois woke up with a start, screaming his brother's name. He sat up in bed, wide-eyed and breathing heavily. His chest heaved up and down as he kicked the covers off his now sweaty body. Alois brought his knees to his chest and ran a clammy hand through his platinum hair. Every single night it seemed to be the same thing. It might not be the same dream, but it usually ended with him waking himself up and trying to fall back asleep again. Rarely did he actually wake up screaming, but it happened every now and then.

It was just as Alois had regained some control of his shaky body that he realized the breeze from his open window had blown the candles out. Darkness. He was surrounded by darkness, the very thing he tried so very hard to stay away from. Most would find this peaceful, lulling them back into a decent sleep. Not Alois. If there was one thing he could not stand it was the absence of light in a room. It would not have been half as bad if he had someone else with him. He was alone. Completely alone in the dark. That was all it took for him to wrap his arms around his knees and push his lithe body into the cold headboard of his bed. "Claude!" he called out, as he squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his knees.

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Of course, the head butler of the Trancy Manor wasn't asleep. The following day's preparations usually took far to long to complete for the demon to rest. But then again, his master's demands were of much more importance than his own, no matter how bothersome they were to the butler. Claude was bound to maintain his young lord's health and safety until the end of their contract - which the demon was reluctantly waiting for with ever-so slowly fading patience. The child expected perfection, and Claude could easily live up to his standards. Each day, the hellion dressed, bathed, taught his studies, and countless other things for the young earl. All were ultimately such pointless deeds, since once Earl Tracy's wish was fulfilled, Claude would devour his soul and continue on with his eternal life as a demon. 

The demon clutched to the candle holder in his left hand, the eerie light the flames sported illuminated only a few feet in front of him. His spectacles glinted against the soft glow, the golden optics behind carefully scanning the shelves to his left and right. Finally, Claude stopped and turned toward a shelf on the right. Earl Grey. Just an average type of tea leaves that his master favored. The demon picked up one of the many small, tin boxes of it and began toward the stairs. 
Finally, the Trancy butler made it up the stairs and to the kitchen. He set the candles down on the counter and the Earl Grey down on the tea trolley, along with a maroon and white tea set for when he awoke the young Earl in a few hours. Claude was glad that Hannah and those three idiots weren't awake. Though they were efficient in matters of achieving their tasks properly, the four hellions always seemed to be afraid to displease their young master, a weakness that would cause them to fumble sooner or later, and if they fumbled, Claude would be responsible to pick up after them, and that was a waste of his time. 

The hellion then went out to set the table for when breakfast was to be served - which was never too much trouble, since the Earl Trancy was the only person that needed to have a place there. Setting the table never took too much effort to accomplish, considering the fact that Claude set it the same way each day, and he had plenty of practice. The butler gingerly placed each plate and piece of silverware down in their correct places with ease, not a single fork out of place. Claude readjusted his glasses so they were sitting on the bridge of his nose once again, grabbing his candles before he left the dining room. 

A sigh escaped from the hellion's lips when he heard his young master summon him. Of course that brat couldn't just have normal sleep patterns and had to try awaken the entire manor. Claude re-adjusted his glasses once again and began toward the young Earl's room. Up the stairs, down the hall, and first room to the right. Not too far, but it was still swallowing up valuable time for the butler. Claude slowly opened the large, polished door. "What appears to be upsetting you, young Highness?" he said softly, golden eyes scanning the child emotionlessly. How pathetic, the open window had blown his candles out and he was afraid of the dark. Claude wouldn't have expected anything less. The young Earl was drenched in sweat, which suggested he most likely had a nightmare of some sorts. The demon stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and placing the candles down so he could shut the window. "It seems that the wind has blown these out." he said, turning toward the young Earl Trancy.

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[Vel]

As the door to the master suite opened, Alois did not even bother to look up. There was no doubt as to who had come in. It was the only person in the house who ever came to him in his time of need. The only one Alois ever wanted in his time of need. He could hear the muffled footsteps as Claude crossed the room. The soft light that was emitted from the candle held in the butler's hand made its way to Alois' peripheral vision, causing him to finally lift his head from his knees. He left his arms draped around his bare legs as his eyes settled on the demon. Claude had gone over to the window to shut it. Alois barely heard him when he announced that it was the wind that had caused the light to vanish from his room. For a moment Alois felt like an idiot for not thinking of that. When would he have time to? For someone with a fear like his, there was no time to think logically.

Now that Claude had brought him a new source of light, the boy was beginning to calm down some. He hated the darkness. I would rather be subject to torture than locked in a completely dark room. For an individual such as Alois, one would think that he would embrace the darkness and anything lurking in it. He might abhor the absence of light, but he had his Claude. Claude was a creature who lived in the shadows, infiltrated into the sweet dreams of the innocent. He was an animalistic being only out to destroy. It was a wonder that Alois had taken such a liking to him. Of course when one was in trouble and the only way out was down a path of sin and darkness, any desperate human was willing to take it. Alois had done just that. The only thing, the only person, who could save him from that darkness was someone who had come from it themselves. How ironic. A demon saving him from darkness.

Alois slowly came to his senses, taking everything in around him. His dazed gaze was still settled on the ebony-clad demon who was standing a few strides away from his bed. The boy straightened his back, letting his legs stretch out in front of him. He lifted a still shaking hand and ran it through his damp hair. It did not help that the temperature outside was threatening to heat his room like an oven. How Claude was able to stay seemingly cool in all those layers of clothes, Alois would never know. The only thing he could think of was that because Claude was a demon he was used to a scorching temperature from living in the abyss of Hell.

"What time is it?" he asked, still making an attempt to fluff his hair dry with no avail. His hand dropped back into his lap when he gave up on doing anything beside getting his blonde fringe out of his eyes. Alois knew that he had been asleep for a few hours, but it still felt as if he had barely closed his eyes. That was one thing he hated about these relentless night terrors. No sooner would he fall asleep and they would take over his mind. He tried to get them to go away but nothing worked. He had once read that thinking about something else before bed could change his dreams. He would think about silly things like ships on the ocean or what London would be like this winter. Some how it all turned into that damned village he had come from. When it was not a dream involving his brother and the life they once had, it was dreams of that vile man who had held him captive. He had taught himself not to think about any of the high society businessmen he had met with that day before falling asleep. They all turned into Lord Trancy one way or another. He had several very pleasant dreams involving his dark-haired butler that were rudely interrupted when it was no longer Claude's hands on him, but the old man's.

His attempts did not stop there. He had tried tiring himself out so much during the day that he would practically pass out the moment his hit his bed. Normally that would prevent someone from dreaming. Not Alois. Somehow they still managed to worm their way into his subconscious. Staying up all night seemed to work quite well, but it left him thoroughly bored and very irritable the following day. The furthest length Alois had gone to in order to escape these nightmares was trying very questionable substances, including opium, in order to forget or to make it so everything was one simple colour; black. The drug use had not lasted long of course. Hiding things from Claude was not exactly an easy feat to accomplish. He had only ever don it when his butler was away from him or the manor. That damned demon had still managed to figure out what he was doing. For not caring, Claude at least seemed to give a damn about that. It tempted Alois to do such things in order to gain Claude's attention. Then again, Alois bitterly thought, Claude probably only cared because it would somehow taint him when it came time to consume his soul.

The longer Claude stayed with him, the more attention Alois wanted from him. The boy was nothing more than a lost soul who was looking for love in any way he could get it. He had fooled himself into thinking that there might be hope with Claude. When he first set eyes on the demon, there was no mistaking he was a strikingly handsome individual with an otherworldly beauty to his sharp features. That had been the first thing to draw Alois to him. Claude being there to save him from Lord Trancy was enough to make him develop a strange attachment to the demon who had rescued him. With every day that passed by Alois developed a strange obsession with his butler. In Alois' eyes Claude was a hero, a perfect being. He wanted that all to himself. He knew he could easily order the demon to do and be what ever he wished. that was not the same. For a person who wanted nothing more than love, Alois wanted Claude to willingly do so. How sad was it that he had deceived himself into thinking a demon could ever love?

The boy's eyes fell from their target to the nightshirt he had on. It was now a crumpled mess. Alois was honestly surprised it had remained intact considering how much he had been thrashing about. He ran one hand across his abdomen, feeling the damp fabric. "Claude, Get me a new shirt." Alois finally said with a look of pure disgust. It was so easy to order him to get an article of clothing. Why could love not be the same way? Oh, right. One did not have to put any meaning behind getting a shirt. Love was not something disposable that could be given, replaced, or taken away by a simple request. Some wishes were just more easily granted than others.