The following story is a sequel to One Hell of a Reaper (in case you didn't see the II after the title). I highly encourage you to read it before reading this one.

Lily Bastida has been a maid at the Trancy manor ever since Claude Faustus and Alois Trancy hired her. She has only been working for several weeks now, but she has made quite an impression already. She was a special maid who got everything done fast and efficiently. Despite a large household of servants, she seemed to stand out, which she never understood why. Her appearance didn't scream beautiful: long red hair, slim, but curvy frame, simple makeup, blood-red eyes, and a little red ruby necklace around her neck, but it somehow caught that butler's attention. Ever since the day they met, he couldn't keep his eyes and hands off her and she never backed down. The only thing she refused was sex, but the temptation was strong, though.

Today, she, Hannah, and the triplets served breakfast to their joyful, but admittedly irritating master, Alois Trancy. True, he was always happy, but he liked to make things harder for the servants and complain that they didn't work hard enough, even though they clearly did. Sadly, the one who has to take the most abuse from him was Hannah, who he viewed as his punching bag. She never fought back against him or showed him any discipline. Instead, she had a permanent sad expression on her face, as if she was guilty for something. How unfortunate. "Hannah, don't you think fried eggs are rather pitiful? Shells broken open nakedly exposed for the entire world to see. They'll never grow into eyes, or organs, or wings: all of their possibilities are wiped out by me," Alois said as he ripped the yolk open, spilling everything out onto the rest of the egg. He was impatient that he didn't receive an answer and purposely spilled his wine, making a huge mess. Hannah noticed this and came rushing to clean it. However, he started to scream, which alarmed her, but Alois began to laugh. "You're truly pitiful," he said as he stabbed her eye with his fingers. "Claude's told you, hasn't he? A maid must never look directly at her master. You'll have to forgive me. If I don't punish you, Claude will be outraged." Blood started pouring out of her eye, but she didn't release a single scream. It was clearly painful, but she kept quiet. Once he pulled his fingers out of her eye, she quickly covered it with her hand, trying to prevent any blood from spilling onto the floor.

"Hannah, are you all right?" Lily asked as she rushed to her, trying to help her out. However, as Hannah looked at her with her one good eye, she noticed something was off. Was she seeing things or were her eyes really that color?

Soon, Claude came into the room and saw the scene laid out before him. "Clean this up," he ordered Lily and the triplets and soon, they hurriedly cleaned up the mess. Lily took Hannah to another room to clean her up and put a bandage over her destroyed eye while the triplets cleaned up the blood and wine. Claude took out a handkerchief and started to clean the blood off Alois' fingers. That damned brat, Lily thought, why did he have to do such a thing to her? She never thought that a kid would be so fucking evil. Hannah did nothing wrong, but she had to receive a harsh "punishment". It made her stop focusing for a bit, but she pulled herself together right before Claude came in. If he saw her eyes, she would have been exposed.

"Arnold Trancy will be dining with us today," Claude said to his master in his study.

"He just wants money," Alois said with his head down on the desk, tired from a long day of doing nothing.

"This time, a priest will be joining them. It seems he has doubts about your time 'held hostage by the fairies'," Lily said.

"What should I do, Claude and Lily?! I changed all of that old loon's decorating; the nasty curtains, the rugs with the odd patterns, the knick-knacks," Alois said with genuine worry.

"Not to worry. We'll take care of everything at once."

"Really?"

"Yes, Your Highness," Claude and Lily said in unison. The two then left their master and walked to the dining hall, where they started making changes to the entire estate. Claude managed to change the wall and floor patterns in record time while Lily placed silverware and plates on the table to match the decorations now surrounding her while also placing finer details around the manor. Each room was exactly like it was before Alois changed them.

"I transform day into night, sugar into salt, creatures into corpses, and navy into gold."

"'That's what makes a Trancy butler'," Lily teased as she finished putting purple roses into a vase. "That's your line right?"

"Well, maybe I do say that line too many times. You've been here for only a short while, but you already memorized my catchphrases," he said as he grabbed her waist and pulled her toward him. "Or do you just watch me a lot?"

"A girl doesn't reveal her secrets," she said right before he kissed her intensely. Ah, she always loved this. Plus, she didn't have to hide it since . . .

"Do you two ever get a room?" Alois said as he walked into the room. The two stopped kissing, but still stayed close to each other. "Well, I see no harm in it. If it motivates her to keep slaving away her life here, then go for it, but that's my Claude for you! As long as I have you two, I don't need those useless clods. However, this is where I would like to display my roses," he said as he placed rose stems in their mouths, like a dancer would during the tango. Soon, Alois began to dance around to no music and then clapped his hands as he said, "Olé." However, as the brat left, she started to laugh at how stupid they looked. However, he took the rose out of his mouth and placed it in her red hair.

"He's wrong. This is where I would like to display the roses."

"Oh you," they said as they kissed again.

Soon, the carriage arrived at the front of the estate and out came Arnold Trancy, a priest and . . . Viscount Druitt?! Oh hell no! Not this dumbass again, Lily thought. Her eyes were filled with anger, but she had to make sure that she looked calm in front of the guests.

"Uncle Arnold," Alois yelled at the top of his lungs as he excitedly ran to his uncle with a huge smile on his face.

"Oh, Alois," he said with surprise. Soon, Claude and Lily walked out and greeted the guests. The guests examined the place and the servants, but Viscount Druitt took an especially good look at Hannah.

"Oh, how could God be so cruel to put all of the world's beauty into one woman? She is just so-," he said in pure admiration before he was interrupted.

"That's enough out of you," Lilliana said as she covered his mouth. If she didn't shut him up now, he wouldn't stop talking for hours. "Please do make yourselves at home. I'm sure everything will be to your liking." The all walked into the manor and to their surprise, they saw that everything in the manor looked exactly the same as they last saw it when Earl Trancy was still alive.

"Oh, it's all just as it was when Uncle Trancy was alive; a glittering mansion on gold," Viscount Druitt said with glee.

"Yes, I haven't changed even the smallest things since my father's time. I . . . don't want to lose my father's warmth or essence," Alois said, shedding a tear in the process.

"That shows your love for him," the priest said.

"I lived a sickening long time in a certain village. I don't even know what the place was called or how long I was there. I was worked like a slave and not even allowed to go outside. There was just one boy in the same situation and I thought of him as a younger brother. However, that night . . . inside the rippling flames, the broken-off screams, just quietly lying there . . . was that boy . . . dead."

"Oh, that's awful. What in the world happened to that village?"

"I don't know, but my father came to take me home. I thought 'I'm not alone! I finally have love', but then he . . . ,"

"You poor child; despair is a sin and you are one of God's beloved children. I'll help you in any way I can," the priest said.

"Thank you, Father, but I'll be all right. For one thing, I have Uncle Arnold," Alois said as he walked to the man, who just a second ago had a disgusted expression. He didn't believe that Alois was his true nephew and the circumstances surrounding his sudden inheritance made him even more suspicious of him. "Hey, Uncle Arnold."

"Y-Yes, Alois," he asked.

"Don't lean your face too close to me. Your breath stinks." Arnold expressed anger, but Alois only smiled, knowing he upset his dear uncle.

Soon, dinner was over and everyone left the estate in their carriage, just in time too since storm clouds were heading their way. In no time, the storm surrounded the estate and Claude and Lily made sure that Alois was all right during this storm. Although it was very dark outside, there was still some hours left before the young master was scheduled to go to bed. So, in the meantime, they had to entertain the brat, not an easy or even safe task. However, as the two proceeded to get Alois some last minute sweets, they bumped into Hannah . . . quite literally. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you there," Lily said as she stretched out her hand to help her up. "How's your eye?"

She didn't respond to her question, but said, "I need to speak with Claude."

"Oh, what is it about?"

"I'm sorry, but I need to speak with him privately," she said weakly.

"Oh, well then, I'll go . . . get the sweets," she said as she awkwardly left their side. When she was gone, Hannah then whispered something into his ear and his eyes widened with surprise as he pulled away.

"Are you serious? How can you be certain?" he asked.

"Her eyes . . . they were a different color."

Lily finished delivering the sweets to Alois and was about to go find Claude, but she heard a knock at the front door. She grabbed a candelabrum and walked to the front door, but Claude already beat her to it. Regardless, she walked to him to see who the guest was. "Who the hell would come here in this weather?" she asked as she saw the guest. He was wearing a dark trench coat and a top hat and was carrying a brown trunk, but his facial expressions were hidden.

"What brings you here at this time of night?" Claude asked.

"I've been caught outside in the storm. Might I trouble you for a night's lodgings?" the man asked.

Soon, Alois came to the front door and saw who their guest was. "Wow, he's just so filthy! He's like a drowned rat, but he does smell nice. What's your name?" he asked, but received no reply. "We'll let him stay with us. Got that, Claude and Lily?"

"Yes, of course," Lily said with surprise as she directed their guest to the dining room for something to eat. It may be late, but they bet he was hungry from whatever trip he had. Soon, they provided him with food that Claude had prepared, but he didn't seem to be interested. However, he did seem to be interested in Lily and her unique red hair. Every once in a while, she would catch him looking at her, but she didn't say anything. She actually . . . liked the attention. "Try this too! Claude's cooking is disgustingly good."

"Yes, it's quite magnificent. However . . . there is a tiny speck of sauce on the rim of the plate. I don't sense the mere trifling care it would take to dab it with a cloth," the man said.

"My apologies. I'll clear this right away. I didn't realize that a man who doesn't remove his coat at the dining table would have such delicate sensibilities," Claude said as he removed the plate.

"You flatter me," he said.

"Is there anything else you would to eat, sir?" Lily asked as she cleaned the table from any crumbs he could have left, but despite eating bread, he didn't leave any crumbs.

"I'm afraid not, miss, but I would like to retire for the night."

"Of course, sir," she said as she guided him to one of the guest rooms, but as Claude returned to take care of the guest, he was surprised to see he was gone.

"Where did our guest go?" he asked with a subtle angry tone.

"Oh, Lily took him to one of our guest rooms. Lucky girl; she can talk to him all she wants."

"Which one?"

"Does it look like I know, Claude? If you want to know her whereabouts so badly, go find her yourself. It is your job to keep track of the servants." Claude scowled at his statement, like he normally would, but this time, it was a different. It wasn't the fact that he was annoying, but Lily could be in danger. He looked all over for her, but she didn't take him to any of the guest rooms close by. Where the hell did she take him? That little bitch! He finally managed to find her when he saw the two of them talking right outside an open door to one of the guest rooms. He had a hand of her ruby necklace, so they must have been talking about that, but the lone fact that he had a hand on her right in front of him troubled Claude, though, not for the reason you think.

"Excuse me, but I need to speak with Ms. Bastida," Claude said.

"What is it Claude?" she asked, but he grabbed her forcefully as he pulled her away. "Ow, Claude, you're hurting me," she said, but he ignored her. Instead, she pushed her into one of the guest rooms and locked the door behind them. "What the fuck was that for?" she asked angrily.

"What did he say to you?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"What did he say to you?" he asked more angrily to the point that it started to scare her, but she didn't show it.

"Nothing really important; he just complimented my necklace," she said, trying to calm down her anger.

"Oh, is that all; your necklace? Nothing else?"

"No."

"Well, it would be a shame for Michaelis to see that his little Reaper has been locking lips with another demon."

She raised an eyebrow as she said, "What are you talking about?" However, instead of answering her, he just pulled the necklace off her neck, breaking the chain. She gasped as she tried to grab it back. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?!"

He started to tilt the ruby necklace, but he noticed that something red was spilling out . . . blood. The necklace was just a little clear jar filled with blood. "I knew it. Blood triggers your demonic instincts, but you're not a demon, aren't you?" Claude asked, but she was quiet. "I never thought that I would meet a creature like you: born a Grim Reaper, but raised as a demon, only to be reconfigured to be a Grim Reaper again. The only Grim Reaper who can change her eye color when her demonic instincts kick in; a Rogue Reaper. Isn't that right, Lily Bastida, or should I say, Lilliana Kiliamo."

She stared at him a bit before letting out a chuckle. "Well, Claude Faustus, you figured it out," she said as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, they were olive green. "Though, you did take longer than I thought. I would have imagined that a butler like you would see past my disguise a long time ago, but apparently, you were too distracted by my character to notice," she said teasingly.

"Well, since now your cover is blown, answer me this: what were you trying to accomplish?"

"What are you talking about? All I wanted was a job. I lost my other one and I'll admit that I like working with young masters and their demon butlers."

"I don't believe that for a second. If that were the case, then why is it that after you came, he just happened to show up?" he said as he grabbed her wrist.

"A little forceful, aren't we?" she said as she tried to get out of his grip, but he only held her tighter. "Claude, let me go!"

"Tell me what you know and I will let you go, or would you like me to force it out of you," he said as he held her close.

"Claude, if you're going to do what I think you're going to do, you'll regret it," she said, but he guided his hand that was in her wrist to her breast. "Claude, stop it! I'm warning you!"

"Oh, and what are you going to-," he said before he backed away when he saw that she was going to swing her Death Scythe. Once she was free, she broke down the door and started running away, but he wasn't too far behind. He started to throw gold forks and knives at her, but she would either dodge them or block them with her Death Scythe. Eventually, she made it to the basement, hoping to find a hiding spot, but she was surprised to see Alois and the man in the trench coat there

"Lily, what are you doing here?" Alois said before noticing her green eyes, but the man chucked.

"Get back here," Claude said as he threw a new wave of silverware towards her. She dodged the attack, but instead, the man was hit, or at least, it revealed who he really was: Sebastian Michaelis.

"Oops, sorry Sebastian," she said apologetically. Regardless, they were both caught and Claude released yet another wave, but this time, Sebastian blocked it with his ruined trench coat and hurriedly grabbed the trunk he has held onto all this time and the New Moon tea leaves while Lilliana blocked any further attacks with her Death Scythe.

"They're getting away! Stop them, but don't kill them. Catch them, Claude!" Alois yelled. He followed the duo, throwing forks and knives all the way, but they seemed to dodge all, until the last unexpected wave of silverware, which managed to hit them both.

"You value that trunk above your own life? Well, then," Clause said as he started to throw plates at them, but they dodged the attack. Lilliana would be on the offensive side at this point, but it was vital that Sebastian protected what he had in the suitcase with his life. However, the trunk started to open and Sebastian fell to the ground to make sure that his previous cargo didn't fall out. Soon, everyone saw what was inside.

"Ciel Phantomhive? I finally have you," Alois said with glee.

"I'm afraid not," Sebastian said as he threw some knives toward that brat, but Claude caught them before they could do any harm. "I won't let you touch him. It would defile our young master to have someone so foul and vulgar touch him," he said as the two of them jumped onto a cart and rolled away.

"Letting your shoes touch something that carries food? That's no fit behavior for a butler," Claude yelled as he went to follow them.

"Well, you see, I'm simply one hell of-," Sebastian said before he was interrupted.

"No, it's not time for that yet," Lilliana said which for some reason, made him smile. The two of them reached the main hall of the estate where Sebastian and Lilliana jumped on top of a chandelier while Claude looked above.

"I seem to recall that your way is 'day into night, sugar into salt, and navy into golden'. Well, then, I shall transform golden into black," she said as she cut the chains holding up the chandelier and making it fall to the ground, causing the whole room to be pitch black, which terrified the young brat.

"It's dark . . . Claude, I'm scared," Alois said in fear.

"Light," Claude yelled and soon, every candle in the room flickered on while the other servants came in with their own candelabra. Alois seemed to calm down, but they all heard a loud crash, as if someone broke a window to escape.

"After them! Quickly," Alois yelled. The triplets and Hannah ran out to chase them and Claude would have followed them too if Alois didn't hold him back. "No, not you, Claude. Don't go!"

"But-,"

"Don't leave me," Alois said as he started to cry. "Don't leave me alone, Claude, please."

Claude was taken aback by what he was witnessing. What the hell is wrong with this kid? He was so ruthless and cheerful before, but now he was crying his eyes out because Claude was about to leave him. "We are constant companions. Day and night, sugar and salt, creature and corpse . . . defiled and immaculate-,"

"No. . . He was right. I'm nothing more than a foul brat."

"You are my master."

"Forget it. I know you're the same."

"I am your loyal servant. You needn't set out to arouse my interest. I intend to make one hell of a feast out of you," Claude said as he cupped Alois' face in his hands, but Alois pushed them away.

"Forget it! Everyone can just . . . get swallowed up by the darkness."

"I think we lost them," Lilliana said as they stopped running to catch their breaths. "We had quite a head start and they won't know where we would have gone." Soon, Sebastian set the trunk on the ground and began to open it. "Did you really have to put him in that?"

"Well, how else would I carry him without being caught?" he asked as he pulled out their young master. "Thank you for all the work you've done. I'm sure it wasn't easy."

"Well, it wasn't hard for me to convince them that I was a demon, but keeping my eyes red was a different story. That's why I needed the necklace. As long as I smelled blood, they would stay red."

"Speaking of red, why did you have to choose that color," he said almost in disgust as he pointed at her hair.

"What's wrong with the color?"

"It reminds me of a certain Grim Reaper who I hope to never see again."

"I'll admit, he was an inspiration, but what other color could I have picked? I couldn't keep my black hair since almost every demon knows of the Rogue Reaper thanks to Lucifer, I used to be a blonde and if anyone saw a blonde demon by the name of Lily, some connections could be made, and brown hair was just . . . boring. Besides, red is a unique color. I have to give him some credit."

"And the makeup?"

"It was Katia's idea," she said. Sebastian gave her a glare since he remembered the last time he saw her, she tried to kill him. "I know you two are not on good terms, but we've become closer since then. I turned out to be her closest friend."

"Are you sure that the two of you aren't more than 'friends'?"

"Well, to her, she thinks we're more than that, but it's nothing serious. Consider it innocent flirting. Besides," she said as she wrapped her arms around him so that her chest was lying on his back, "You are the only one who has permission to 'defile' my body."

"I'm assuming that you and that . . . butler didn't . . . ,"

"Fuck no; if he saw me naked, he would see the mark of the covenant on my lower back and on the scar on my . . . ," she said, but stopped. Sebastian looked at her and saw that her eyes were beginning to water. "I keep forgetting it's no longer there."

"I'm sorry," he said as he hugged her, but she pushed him away as she wiped her face.

"I had to distract him though. I couldn't just start flirting with him when you came or else he would have been suspicious, but he saw through my disguise anyway," she said, trying to change the subject.

"Well, now that over, I brought your Reaper clothes for you to change into. I'm sure you don't want to be in that dress anymore," he said as he handed her the clothes she missed so much. Ever since the catastrophic fire that claimed many lives, to everyone's surprise, they were given a week off. However, Lilliana was special. First, she didn't take her vacation until everyone else took theirs. After all, someone had to work while a bunch of Reapers were gone. She proved herself to William and he allowed her to take as much time as she wanted off when everyone returned, so she used that time to work with Alois Trancy to find Ciel's missing . . . ring.

"Thanks," she said as she began to comb her red hair, which soon turned black. Grell and Katia have given her a lot of tips about disguises, seduction, and even looking more feminine for the past few weeks, but it felt great to be back in the swing of things.

Sebastian then opened the box of New Moon tea leaves and pulled out what they have been looking for: Ciel's blue diamond ring. He placed it on his master's thumb and said, "Young master, it's time to wake up."

What is to be expected in the future? Will Claude and Alois get their revenge? Will the previous master and servants dynamic resume as usual? Reviews are appreciated.