A dark figure ripped through the air at impossible speed. 'Oh how very much like you,' he thought smugly as a smirk edged onto his pallid lips. Passerby in their carriages felt but did not see what was making way past them; a harsh gust of wind that made the fabric of their clothing shift madly. 'Truly you live up the name damoiseau in distress.' The preparations for the remainder of his Lord's 18th birthday would surely be set back at this point. 'Such a pity. It never does fail however,' the demon butler mused inwardly, took a soaring, effortless leap across some buildings.

-Meanwhile-

Slender limbs struggled against their constraints. It was a familiar position to be in, though never did fail to vex the slate-blue haired young noble. On any other day perhaps Ciel could somewhat... scarcely tolerate such a disaster. Though it was his birthday. And though he was not even entirely thrilled or let alone phased by that fact, it was not in his liking to be held hostage yet again. It was the same old rerun, essentially; give us the money to purchase the drugs or we will slaughter you. Really, it had all gotten quite old by now. "Do I ever wish this world was not so riddled with scum," Ciel muttered, to which his captor turned to glare bitterly at him.

"What was that?" The green-haired low life demanded, his thick brows furrowing heavily over his small eyes. Ciel merely flicked his annoyed gaze away, not really in the mood to argue with imbeciles.

Outside of the rundown factory, Sebastian had at last made his arrival. A clamoring was heard nearby however, and then the clashing of metallic weapons. A familiar cackle nearly unpleasantlys plit his ears, to which Sebastian blinked in irritation. "Splendid. I'll likely have to get through him before I can reach Lord Phantomhive," Sebastian proceeded forth nonetheless. There was no time to be lost.

Chartreuse eyes flicked over as soon as Grell heard footsteps against the fresh grass. Emerging from some tall, unkempt bushes then was none other that handsome demon butler the reaper was oh so fond of. "Well, helllooo Bassy!~" Grell drawled, entirely distracted as William wound up tearing straight into his arm. Grell shrieked in agony, tears pouring from his eyes as he crumbled to the ground.

"If you will excuse me, I've got an issue to see to," Sebastian sent on simply as he proceeded to step over the bloodied reaper.

"Hey, Bassy!" Grell whined, reaching his gloved fingers hopelessly towards the black-clad butler. "Can't you see?! I've been wounded! A little help would be appreciated!"

In the back portion of the building, a tiny glimmer of light drifted toward the grass, hovering several feet above. In time it materialized into a being who appeared mostly human though not entirely. The features upon them were not distinctly male nor female, somewhere in-between. They adorned shaman-like robes in shades of black, red and turquoise. The most notably inhuman features were their eye color; a pale and metallic shade of indigo, and the small curved horns upon her head.

The being shifted from her place sitting upon her golden staff, bare feet touching the soft grass as they moved to the back door of the building. The closer they got, the more they could sense human hostility within. Turning the knob a little, they opted then to blast the door open when they discovered it was locked.

"Hey! Just what the hell do you think you're doing!?" A green-haired and rugged looking man shrieked, quirking a brow at the sight of the horns on the new person's head. The being was proceeding past a cage where a young man was being held, though she stopped short and glanced at the boy. Ciel felt the eyes upon him, though his vision was blurred from the beating he'd taken a moment ago. He was too weak to look and see who was there, a hand clutching at his skin where a broken rub pried against his insides. His teeth cenched. The being's place there was to see to the reaper brawl outside, though they also had a job as a healer. They knelt near the black cage, bending the bars easily with their fingers.

The captor pointed his gun, eyes wide with shock. "Hey, stop that! Don't let him out!" His hand faltered on the pistol however as the front door now came crashing open. Pulling forth a walky-talky, he was about to call for backup, though the sound behind the device was distorted.

"That won't be necessary," Sebastian sent on with a cat-like grin, noting the being in their wake now. Sebastian was then proceeding to incapacitate the green-haired man as the other being shifted to pull Ciel out of his cage.

Crimson eyes moved to the being, narrowing faintly. She was motioning her hands over his Lord, a faint glow emitting from them. Sebastian would have moved to stop her, though his interest was piqued when he realized she was healing him. This was a being he was somewhat familiar with; though was rather rare to come by. Why she was here was what he was not too certain of. Her scent was faintly human, though not entirely... there was something distinct about it, actually. Just what was a demigod doing in the human realm?

The being tried her best to ignore the dense aura of the demon present as she healed the wounded young man in her slender arms. Nothing needed to be said for her to know that this human was tied to the demon in the room. That much, she could sense. The two shinigami were still outside from what she could sense as well, though when a situation called it for it, her job as a healer came before her job as a peacekeeper and interceptor of realms, of sorts.

Ciel's blue eyes slowly opened as he noted that sensation inside of him. His rib was mending, and that's when he felt arms around him. His instinct would have been to shift away, though the eyes he witnessed before him made it impossible to move away. They were... unusual. Light indigo in color though metallic all at once. Blue eyes observed their face. Dark silver hair framed a flawlessly porcelain face, his... her?... bangs falling somewhat into their eyes. Their hair was straight, soft and feathery, and stretched just past their shoulders. It really was not easy to tell if they were male or female. Their eyes were level, focused as they healed him. Notably, there were curved horns upon their head. Whoever this was, they could not be human. And this calming feeling washing over Ciel suddenly was familiar... the same thing he'd felt the night prior when he thought he saw some odd figure floating past the moon... Could it be? The being shifted away then, soundlessly, about to see to her other duties.

"Wait," Ciel stood easily, stepping over that dog that kidnapped him's bloodied body. Blue eyes gazed at the being intently as they turned to face him. "Who are you?" The noble demanded, voice confident and vaguely demanding, as it often was. "Why did you go to all this trouble to help me?" He was taken aback, confused. He needed answers.

Those peculiar eyes blinked, framed by dark silver lashes. It was then Ciel also realized their eyes were large, bottomless. It was... strange. "My name is Aeslin," the being clarified. Their voice didn't give away a gender, either. Though the soft curve of their exposed waist told they may be female. "It is my duty to heal others," they sent on simply.

Ciel's mind wheeled. Eyes flicked to his butler, standing ever present, like a shadow. "Sebastian, do you know anything of this?"

"Why yes. She is a demigod," the butler sent on. Ciel looked back to Aeslin.

"What is your business in this realm?" Ciel asked to her, raising his head a little. Aeslin nearly smirked, though her expression rarely gave anything away. Not usually dealing directly with humans had painted her into a rather expressionless being, though it wasn't to say she had no emotions. They were there, carefully buried behind an unfaltering exterior. Aeslin could read humans easily however, and the one before her now was unusual. Not merely for being contracted to a demon... something about him seemed to her to be telling... as if he had a rather deep and tragic background. The way he held himself otherwise, is what interested her. And that was not a common thing for her to experience.

"Allow me to explain," though she would have to try and keep it brief. It seemed this boy wanted answers, and so she would give them. "I'm the daughter of the moon goddess Celene and Desmond Harlow, a human man who passed away decades ago. It is she who has entrusted me to her prior duty as a balance keeper between realms. Paranormal activity in this country is in excess recently, and part of my duty is to ensure any quarrels are seen to accordingly." Sebastian mused slightly, noting the fact Grell was still outside. "I'm a shaman and a healer as well. If I see a human or other being who is hurt, it is my duty to heal them... should I see it fit."

"What do you mean by that?" Ciel pressed.

"If I decide the human is unworthy of being helped, I will leave them," Aeslin responded, unfaltering as ever. Ciel had to admit his interest was captured by this uncommon demigod.

"Celene is a keeper of balance, like her daughter before us," Sebastian sent on. "It seems she perhaps is no longer able to take on a physical form and remains tied to the moon and has entrusted Aeslin to her duties," Aeslin nodded in affirmation. "Don't let the title of 'God' fool you however... Celene is different in that she is a light as well as a dark being. Much like the waves of the ocean, she can be healing and gentle as much as she can punish people treacherously," the butler sported a little smirk.

"Correct," Aeslin affirmed. "If you'll excuse me, it seems the two reaper's outside are still causing a stir," Aeslin drifted away then—impossibly gracefully—at that. Ciel glanced after her before he looked back to Sebastian.

"She can sense them?" The blue eyed noble asked, impressed though surely wouldn't let that show too much.

"Yes. A being of that caliber can likely sense humans, and otherworldly beings as well... I get the sense she didn't quite take a liking to my aura," he mused, with a grin. They were after all, opposites on either end of the supernatural spectrum.

"We are to prepare a dinner," Ciel sent on, catching Sebastian's attention, his amused grin falling away. "I need to know more about this Aeslin. That healing ability of hers in particular has captured my interest..."

A dark grin curled Sebastian's lips, as it was likely his Lord saw a rare opportunity for a commendable pawn to have at his disposal.

"Yes, my Lord," Sebastian obliged, with a bow. "I'll see to a fetching a carriage straight away.

-Outside-

Aeslin approached the two bickering reapers standing in the grass outside of the factory. At the found of footsteps, Grell whirled around. "Bassy-! Huh? You're not Sebastian," the firey-haired reaper lamented. William huffed, adjusting his glasses.

"Fantastic," William sent on sarcastically. "Your incessance called for a demigod to send us away. You do realize how utterly embarrassing that is...?"

"D-demigod? What the hell?" Grell flicked his gaze to the silver haired being in perplexity.

Aeslin sighed a bit. Sometimes, her job tended to test her patience. Especially when dealing with rather... flamboyant creatures. A long, golden staff materialized straight out of her palm them, to which Grell yelped. "What- what the hell is that? What're you going to do?" The reaper demanded, flailing and flashing his shark-like teeth.

Pointing the staff then, a portal loomed near the two shinigami. Grell cried. "Oh, no, please don't cast us into Hell!" Grell pleaded. Aeslin's thin eyebrow quirked in vexation.

"You'll be cast to your realm until you learn to behave yourself," Aeslin sent on, irritation mildly painting her tone. With a flick of her staff, the portal whirred, drawing the two reapers into it. Grell resisted the most of course, his gloved fingers clutching desperately at the grass. Aeslin merely watched until the portal had consumed them, and vanished. Ciel and Sebastian ventured into the scene then, Ciel having caught a brief glimpse of what else Aeslin was capable of.

The silver haired demigod turned, eyes once again meeting those impossibly blue eyes. All she could think was just how telling that gaze was... never had being in a human's wake felt so pivotal. It was quite odd. "I have an offer for you, Aeslin."