The city was on fire. The booming of the bombs being dropped from the blimps that had appeared overhead echoed throughout the city as muffled gunfire could be heard between bursts. Every blast brought death, but this was how London was, now, as the Lightening War had begun in Britain. Was it worth fleeing France for? The boy who looked over the city was debating this, recalling how difficult it was to evade the Nazis occupying Paris in order to make it home again. Now, that home was being bombarded by the same people whom he had been running from—the same people who had forced him to return to Britain after fifty-one years.

How dare they?! The boy's eyes were aflame as they reflected entire blocks being reduced to ash. Everything always began with fire. Lamenting it solved nothing, so as the boy looked up toward the sky, making out the shapes of their attackers, the man with him spoke.

"Oh, dear…" said the man clad in black. "This is a problem. Would it have easier to just hide from the Nazis back in Paris?"

"I don't want to hide." Answered the boy. "I'm no coward, and dwelling on the past solves nothing." His guardian chuckled, grinning at the lad's words.

"So, what will we do?" he questioned.

"Isn't it obvious? We take out those blimps." Said the boy, looking up at the man clad in black with his one eye. To this, the man grinned.

"Yes, my lord."

The man then sprung into action, running along the rooftops as his master did his best to keep up. With a mighty leap, he propelled himself into the air and aimed himself at one of the blimps while the other kept running until he found his own target. The boy then launched himself upward into the night sky. Reaching out a hand, he clenched metal in his fist as he latched onto one of the blimps' escort planes. The boy grunted as he scaled the German fighter and made his way to the cockpit, pausing for a moment as he observed his butler leaping from the control center of the blimp while it made its descent.

The air was freezing as it whipped past the lad's ears, making him unable to hear anything but the humming of the plane, but he kept climbing. He managed to get to the cockpit, startling the pilot and causing the plane to fall out of formation when he jerked, yet the boy held fast. The pilot stared into his face with awe, taking in the sight of his scowl. It was his single eye that stood out to him, however, capturing his attention as it glowed crimson. All of the pilot's attention was on that one eye, causing him to freeze where he sat.

All at once, he relaxed, and steadied the plane as voices over the radio frantically tried to communicate with him. The pilot, however, did not answer, and now stared past the boy on his plane as though he wasn't even there. With this, he began to open fire on his own.

The boy grunted while he tried to maintain his hold, but the noise was lost underneath the sound of winds and guns. Looking around, he saw nearby planes spiraling toward the earth from the gun of his ride, but he quickly decided that it was time to depart. Thus, the boy jumped from the plane and began his own descent. Looking up at the plane, he watched as it was struck by its' own allies, sending it crashing, but not until it took out one more enemy. The plane went up in a ball of fire as it crashed into the side of another blimp, ending both of their flights over the skies of London.

"Oof!" grunted boy as he found himself in the arms of the butler. Looking up at the man, he could see the smug look on the man's face.

"You really ought to be more careful, master." The man said. "You almost hurt yourself."

"Must you always find time to patronize me?" questioned the boy in an irritated tone as he tried to wriggle out of the butler's grasp. "We're in the middle of a full-on war on our own turf, Sebastian!"

"My apologies, sir." Sebastian answered as he set the boy down. "But is this really to be considered 'home turf' if you ran away."

"Don't talk to me about this." Snapped the young master, glaring at his butler. "Not a word."

"Apologies, again."

"We need to stop them." The lad stated. "It's going to be quite a bit of work with just the two of u—urk!"

Suddenly, the boy was yanked up into the air by the man as Sebastian dodged threads whipping through the air. Once the young master was aware of what was happening, his feet were placed on the ground yet again, and his eyes focused on the lamp post that they were originally standing next to. A web of wires wraps around it, visible by the light reflecting off of them. In a flash, the source of them pulled, and the post was sliced into pieces.

The demons narrowed their eyes as they witnessed the flicker of a lighter. Cigarette smoke blew into the air as the one puffing it stepped into view. It was another boy—one who looked only around the age of fourteen. He had black hair, steely, grey eyes, and a white dress shirt was neatly tucked into black dress pants, while his black tie was tucked into his grey vest. The boy was dressed really smartly, which contrasted with his haughty, laid-back stance. After adjusting his fingerless gloves, he spoke.

"Good show." He said. "Didn't expect you to actually dodge, but from that display with the blimps, I shouldn't be surprised."

"Who are you?" questioned the young master. "You sound British, so I assume that you're not working with the Nazis."

"On the contrary." The other boy stated. "I don't work with krauts. My name is Walter C. Dornez, butler to the Hellsing family, her Highness' royal order of Protestant Knights." The demon narrowed his eye as the other boy puffed his cigarette once before continuing.

"And you are?" To this, the first boy proudly stood, puffing out his chest slightly as he recited his identity.

"I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive," He declared. "The Queen's Guard Dog. And you will take me to her so I can reclaim my homestead."


A/N: Surprise! I did a thing.

Just a heads up: I will not be updating this as frequently as DLTP. In addition, this won't be as LONG as DLTP. This story will mostly cover all of the good bits from this point in Ciel's life, so we're not going to follow him every single step of the way.

I hope that's not going to be a problem with y'all.

Until the next chapter of whatever thing I update first, my duckies~!