The Undertaker From Black Butler Novels & Stories

- Nonetheless, another unexpected guest arrived after thirty minutes. He was dressed in all-black robes like an undertaker, an eerie sight at a hospital. Zark instinctively shielded Janice behind himself while telling her under his breath, "Run. Don't worry about me!" "Huh?!" Janice was shocked. That had to mean that Zark was not confident about winning… so how strong could that undertaker possibly be?! "Good." The undertaker nodded. "You can actually tell that you won't win against me! So, where's the telepathic pretty boy? Tell him to show his face, or neither of you are getting away!"

His hands trembled slightly under Draven’s piercing glare. “One more second of delay, and I would have drained you dry and buried you six feet under,” Draven growled, snatching the jug from him. The butler let out a fearful yelp and immediately backed away, standing at a safe distance. Despite being a vampire, his demeanor was more human-like, a fact that irked Draven.

Thanatos said on immediately after forming without giving much need to his surroundings. "His powers should have been good if he don't scribble too much nonsense," the man on overall coat and a hat said making Thanatos to notice that they were someone else there. "fate keeper," Thanatos said on seeing the man. "hello Thanatos, i just meet up with some of your fellow components, (lord yama and some shinigami,)"the man on overall coat that Thanatos called fate keeper said as a sit automatically appeared for Thanatos to sit.

Under her tanned skin, Kathleen turned red in fury when she was told the three won’t be coming. “I’m deeply sorry, ma’am,” the man in black business suit bowed to show his sincerity in behalf of his master. “No, it’s okay! You don’t have to do that,” Kathleen placed a hand in front of her to stop the man who introduced himself as Takumi’s butler.

The butler removed his cap, tossed it to the ground with a sad expression, and turned his face toward me, shaking his head continuously. "What’s wrong? Why are you shaking your head?" I asked. "He is going to be alright, right?" Noah asked the butler. "He is dead." The butler’s words pierced my heart like a knife. "No! No! You are lying, he can’t be dead!" I screamed.

Despite this, Bunty was already blinded by bloodthirst and rage, slaughtering every Undead in her way as she ran towards Butcher’s corpse. Yet that was heavily guarded, exactly where the Undead Kings were. As Bunty had a similar cultivation level to Butcher, she ended up getting surrounded in just a few moments. Boom— With a loud explosion, Bunty self-destructed as well. “Bunty!” Jade cried loudly. With this, the Undead Kings noticed her presence, hence ordering their subordinates to attack her. Several black tentacle-like things flew over to her and wrapped themselves around her body tightly. “Jade!”

A man of morals, she presumed, which was ironic seeing how he’s clearly a criminal. “What choice do we have?” uttered Undertaker and pointed his gun to the two men lying on the floor. “The two of us are the only ones left.” “Yes, I see your point, Sir,” countered Gray as she lightly nodded, aiming to sound as polite as she could. “But they’re not dead. They’re merely in too much pain to move.” She met his eyes. “And I’ve noticed that you’re superior to them, so they will definitely follow your command.”

A voice suddenly echoes in the large living room and I turn to see a man dressed in a butler's attire at the entrance, he lowered his head respectfully. “I'm Winston. The previous butler fell ill and so, I have been newly appointed by Mr Blackwood.” As if I knew who the old butler was. I force a small smile and nod. “It's nice to meet you Winston. I remember Alexander mentioned something about some maids too, did you perhaps come with them?” Winston smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yes Mrs Blackwood.” He faced the door and clapped twice and some maids walked in with their heads slightly lowered.”

He held a combat shotgun like it was a toy. “Well, look at this,” the Butcher said, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. “The prodigal son sitting in the hot seat. You really think you’re man enough to hold the Anchor, Dante?” “Go to hell,” Dante coughed. The Butcher walked over to Bianca’s unconscious form. He looked down, then nudged her ribs with the toe of his boot. “She’s the one I wanted. The wolfless bitch makes a better battery. More room for the code when there’s no soul in the way.”

His skin is pale, almost translucent, giving him a somewhat austere and imposing presence. Dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, the butler's appearance is immaculate. His white shirt is crisp and spotless, and his black tie is knotted with precision. White gloves cover his hands, adding an extra layer of formality and distance to his demeanor. A small, discreet silver pin adorns his lapel, perhaps a family crest or symbol of the household.