Summary: With Marie gone, a new evil rises and it's up to Sebastian and Ciel to stop it. They're aided by Grell and Will, along with the help of an allusive spirit, while this may be the last battle the pair will ever fight.

Ratings: T to T+

Warnings: SebaCiel, Spoilers from the end of Kuro II, WillxGrell, Slight OOC'ness on Ciel's behalf (I suppose, though it's my story and I'll write it how I want to -_-)

[A/N:] ...NOW GUESS WHO'S BACK ON A BRAND NEW TRACK, GOT EVERYBODY IN THE CLUB GOIN' MAD..
Well, yes. I'm back, The sequel . I hope you like. ;D
Also, if you would please, take the time to search the ending song, "Lacrimosa", please, and listen to it while reading.
I dunno. It just adds a sort of feel to the story? :3 I know you guys'll love it. :D

Read, reviews are much appreciated. ^^,

Chapter One;

There was a loud thunder that rolled over the black sky. The ground shook with immense force, toppling buildings over, one after the other, leaving the city in ruins. Many innocent bystanders who lost their lives, and others left fatally injured.

Lightning struck twice in the same spot, and in its wake was an angel of a being. So beautiful that it must have been otherworldly. The woman laid sprawled out on the cold ground, knees bent, arms out at her sides. White wings were unfurled around her, the feathers scattered around, whipping in the wing. The stench of evil rotting in the air.

Rain continued to pour around the seemingly lifeless body, yet amazingly, never hitting it. Instead the woman's own tears cascaded down her perfect features, washing away the reality of everything she had once been. The life she once knew drained away with each new tear shed, washing away the colour in her wings, leaving them a helpless shade of black.

The woman's chest thumped to life, as she gasped for the oxygen she now needed. It breathed into her again, even though she'd rather of been left for dead, with the memories of her existence erased.

She looked to the sky with eyes of coal, from whence she came, and gazed in tones of misunderstanding and regret. But at the same time, her mind was filled with thoughts of rage and revenge. She was denied anything close to the clear truth, as the fact was spoken, mocked in her very first earthly words:

"Why?"

It's been two weeks since my full demon powers have emerged. It's been like hell, not to mention. It was painful to move around, while my tail caused lower back pain, and my ears created tremendous headaches. To top it off: Why in the world was I stuck being a cat? Not only was Sebastian fussing over me, but he had that lookin his eye that he once had while ogling at kittens.

Sebastian told me that I'd hurt for another month, and my new parts wouldn't disappear for another two or three weeks after. He informed me that trying to get rid of them now would be harmful, as it was best to let them fully grow out and for myself to get settled to them. To be honest, I couldn't wait to de-kitty myself.

I lay in my new bed on satin black sheets as I try to relax and will away the aching in my rear end. This new tail was as aggravating as ever. I groaned and flipped onto my back, and shoved my head backwards into the pillows, searching for relief.

I thought about calling forth the butler, but he would give me more of a headache I supposed. He'd fondle my ears, or my tail, and so I let the thought slide, and reminisced in my old comfort: Sweets.

Cakes and tarts, sugars and spices... The thoughts didn't seem to soothe me or make me hungry like they once did when I was human. In fact, they did the complete opposite now. The thought of anything like the sort seemed to repulse me and make my stomach lurch in agony. I suppose...

When I was human, thoughts of treats made me feel so much better, but now, nothing but Sebastian seemed to amuse me,- as clichéd as it sounds- so it came to no surprise that when my mouth opened, his name dripped off the tip of my tongue and rolled through the halls, straight to the crow. He was at my side faster than I could take a breath, yet the site of him took that very breath away. I looked at him, with a cold frown plastered on my face.

"My Love?" He smirked, his voice as bitter-sweet as the truth, and smooth like melted chocolate. Him knowing that I would call to him, made my scowl worse, for the thought was embarrassing.

"Mm," I hummed, "Back... hurts." Complaining, I rolled over once again, onto my stomach, and curled my tail around my hips.

"I'm sure there is something I could do to make it better," Spoke the crow, an alluring tone plaguing his voice, as the bed dipped while he sat by me. I groaned, and he swapped an arm around me, flipping me to face him, and fast. I let out a hiss of pain as the new pressure came across my tail in a flash, and it stung the base. I clawed away at the sheets beneath me, and yelled out in frustration.

Heat splashed my face, anger spewing out his name like venom, "Sebastian!"
"Yes, My Lord?" He chuckled, mockingly into my ear, while a shiver slipped down my spine, and I turned my red face away from him.

My words seemed to lose a battle in my head as I ordered him to not to do that again. Yet playing innocent,-quite ironic for a demon- his left hand dove for my kitten ear, and began to rub at the base of it. I squeaked, then bit my lip to stop the offending noise from escaping again. My body rumbled in a physical reaction as I began to purr.

"Quit what." He breathed into the opposite ear. It twitched, flattened against my skull in pleasure, and I sighed in pain and relief. The demons other hand traveled up my side, resting lightly onto my waist, and my eyes became half-lidded while my body felt relaxed.
I saw Sebastian hover over me, slightly, and his face descended towards mine, the hand rubbing my ear moving to my chin, turning my face towards him. I gave in, and waited for the expected lip-contact, but yet what I got was different than I wanted.

The bedroom door opened, crashing into the other wall, revealing Will and the angry red-headed Shinigami. My eyes shot open faster than the speed of light, and Grell's voice made my head ache painfully. "SEBAS-CHAN~" It whined.

The light seeping in from the hall illuminated the slightly awkward position I was left in. Sebastian was seen looming over me; hand on my chin, and waist. He straddled my hips, and one leg pressed to the inside of my thigh. Sebastian glowered possessively down at me, and then got completely off, resting at the foot of my bed. My cheeks obviously were red in embarrassment, and I was upset that those two of ALL people had to walk in on a situation like that.

"Oh, my, Sebastian! You're still with this little... Little... Kitten boy! Oh~" Grell swooned, "Sad day, sad day~"

I growled, then yelled at him, "Gender-confused bastard! Don't you know how to knock!

Grell started to speak an insult back, but William took that time to cut him off, "Sebastian, I need to speak with you." He nodded, getting up and I started to follow actions when Will pushed up his glasses and stated, "Alone." Grell made a gagging sound at me, while the two noirette's exited the room. I sat up, straightened my posture, and ran cold fingers through my disheveled hair. Grell remained in the doorway, frowning at me.

"What." I growled.

"You know what." He snapped back.

I cocked my head to the side, "Don't tell me you have feelings for my Sebastian still."

He gave me a confused look, then it went back to the heat of anger, and he replied with a snarl, "Of course not. Not while I have Will."

"Then what was with all that before!" I snapped, pointing an accusing finger at him.

He chuckled dryly, saying, "It's called 'Making and Entrance.'" He turned to walk out the door, "You should try it." Then he left.

I sighed and rubbed the bridge of my nose. A headache accompanied my mind as I walked into the bathroom. Turning the sink on, I ran it ice cold in hopes that dashing my face with the water would get rid of the red on my face. I was right in assuming I was blushing. My face resembled a ripe tomato, and I felt my fluttering feelings swell up in my chest. I wondered how I could be so hurt one second, angry the next, and flustered right after.

Mood swings? Like some hormonal teenager. I frowned, sighed, and dipped my hand into the cold-paradise. Most likely a side effect. I'll question Sebastian later about it.

I washed my face, reveling in the cold, when something fuzzy caught the center of my attention. I wiped my face with a dry towel, and glanced to see what it was. Something seemed to blur and un-blur, in and out of transparency behind the slightly-see-through shower curtains. My legs froze in place, as I stared at the fuzz. Needless to say, my instincts screamed at me to 'run! It's a freaking Ghost apparition, 'yet it didn't seem quite appropriate.

"C-I-I-E-L" Its voice cracked and broke, but sounded familiar all the same. "It's-s Co-m-in-g."

I whispered in awe, "Who the hell are you?"

"M-ar-" Mar?"B-e-e A-w-w-a-re" I saw the ghost of a hand print on the curtains. "The-e-e e-nd-d i-s-s" Moaning the words endlessly like a broken record player.

And then it was gone.

Gathering enough common sense, I flashed open the curtains, yet nothing was standing there. typical.

"Mar... Mar..." I repeated to myself. The hand print was still there, and then I looked down. Two bloody footprints marked the white tub, and a red rose was placed in-between.
"Mar..." The roses... "Marie!" the thought hit me, "but how, she's supposed to be dead!" I looked down long and hard, a marble stare falling on the rose. "It's coming." I repeated. "The end." I sat on my knees. Leaning over the edge, I used both my hands to cup the rose in my palms, yet as soon as my hands had touched it, the flower petals exploded into my hand. The petals slid and scattered over my hands, and fingertips, while the red covered everywhere. Red petals dripped into my vision, falling and swaying to a heart beat. Red blinded my sight, and visions of the world flashed in front of me.

I saw cities; towns; states; countries... Fire burned them all. The land scarred with remains of destruction from all over the world. Innocent humans were being slaughtered, trampled, chained, and imprisoned in a hell-on-earth, dystopian lifestyle.
"The time is now." A musky voice shouted. More mountains collapsed under pressure of the voice, and animals shot down. Violent earthquakes split the land, and the lines were repeated.

"The time is now, the time is-"

The time is now? Who's coming? What about the end..." I thought, quietly I lost consciousness, my body landing into the tub with a small thud, and I was numbed into blackness.