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:] Moo.

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Chapter Two;

My body felt like it was flying like a bird, soaring through black sky's. No, it felt like... like my body wasn't even there. It was just me who was flying. As if my soul was searching through this vastness looking for my body. It was something that reminded me of an out-of-body experience. It was dark, but bright at the same time. A world that contradicted itself. I was cold, but around my essence, a shivering flame encased me. I seemed to swim around, for minutes, hours, days- my sense of time was distorted. I could see myself, but I didn't know it was me.

I floated on by myself, hardly recognizing the patched face, as it just limply hung, suspended in the black. What was I doing again? I asked myself, and sighed. I looked the figure up and down, watching it closely hoping for some movement. I imagined I was lifting an arm, and the arm on the body twitched, and moved up, reaching for something that he could not have. I got as close to it as possible, when it began to morph into an other's figure. I merely watched and frowned at who it was becoming, though I did not want to know who it would end up as.

The person opened their eyes wide, startled, and the whole being trembled under a power. It looked at me, twisted with pain and regret, as I gazed onward.

That... looks like Hannah.

I saw the starking lavender hair, clashing against her tan skin. Braided loosely behind her, floating amidst the darkness. She smiled and her teeth ended in sharp points, her deep cerulean eyes flashing demonic pink for an instant. It was like she was threatening me with words she could not speak. Words that were trapped in her throat, and she choked on them. Hell, as far as I cared, she should choke on her words. Even if she seemed to have already died.

Opening her mouth, I frowned at the blood that dripped out and over the sides. She smacked her lips once, the sound echoing yet reaching nothing but deaf ears, it seemed. I wondered if she was beginning to talk. Though I looked ways down from her face, my stomach churning at the sight. She wore modern clothes - purple turtleneck, and a long jean skirt - and her feet remain naked, which I found slightly unnerving.

She must not have died, that day, with Claude and Alois. I thought bitterly to myself. She should have died, unless her big spiel about their togetherness was nothing more than hypocrisy. I sent my eyes back to her face, yet her mouth continued to cackle as she tried to talk to me.

"She's-s" The words came out in a bloody cough, her own blood burning away her skin, the smell of rotting flesh burning away at a nose I could not feel. She began to choke on her blood. I frowned at the face she made; crossed between agony and confusion, and she started to claw away at her stomach, like it were being ripped apart from the inside. I intently focused, even as my intentions wavered. A long silver strand of light appeared, slitting its way up her abdomen, and her eyes widened in fear. An inaudible scream was relinquished from her open and bleeding mouth- purple lips now stained dark red. She thrashed about, as each scream forced its way from her mouth, only silent and unheard. She wracked and twitched, jerking as she the light tore her apart, chunk by chunk.

The sliver widened, like a great divide in a canyon, as more blood stained her skin and clothes. I didn't know why, or how, but I just stood- or rather- floated, gaping as she bled to death. Her body was black, drenched in blood, and the stench was more likely to be something more repulsive than I could ever imagine.

Now a lifeless demon, I saw the glowing of her devoured prisoners, the poor contracted souls. They seeped out fast, and dispersed, as like they feared her coming back to life and eating them all up, once more. More like, they feared the one who had caused Hannah's death. At the end, two orbs, a blue and red orb, emerged from the ruins, unscathed and lit in brilliance. One bigger than the other.

Thunder echoed through the black, and the little orb seemed to be pulled back into the abyss, it spooked, and fled deep into the way. The blue orb - the bigger one - didn't rocket away with it, only seeming to watch it leave and have questions of its own. I wanted to cry at the orb. I wanted to scream at it, but I wanted to leave myself, all the same. It was so warm, the orb, and it felt so familiar. I thought about it, and I think I smiled. It seemed to trigger the orb, and It flew to me. I felt happiness seep from its aura. God, I should know who this is! It was like I'd missed him, craved him, and after so long, it was like I had him. At the same time, however, I felt like I wanted to carve his eyes out, and feed them to a rabid pack of hell hounds. So, so conflicting.

The dead body behind the orb twisted and decayed away, the bone remnants being molded together, and split into two. This time, not watching the orb, it felt like a chilling hand rumbled down my side, and a feeling of comfort almost, washed over me. I smiled again, but kept watch on the body as it was encased in a set of wings, darker than the black that surrounded me. I narrowed my eyes, and they flapped. Feathers shingling off in attacks as they seemed to pierce through me, without doing their job. I wondered about just who had this power. The molded bone piles slithered back into the embrace of the wings, and even more feathers dusted everywhere, this time slicing not just my skin, but my very soul. I felt my conscious quiver. A distinct flapping sound soared through the sound barrier, as the second orb was pulled away from my grip, mended past the barrier wings, and I was blasted back into reality with one strong gust of air.

My body lurched forward, then jumped to life as my forehead came into contact with the tub faucet. I hissed out and held onto my forehead, a headache returning to me, hitting like a train going full force. It throbbed and I moved my head to the side, around the faucet this time, and struggled to stumble out of the tub.

I woozily walked to the mirror, looking at my reflection. I stared absentmindedly, not really looking at my forehead. It was like my face was that of a familiar stranger. I just stared, not noticing the world around me, and focused on what the hell I just witnessed.

I mumbled questioningly to myself, "She's coming... She's coming? Who? Be aware?" I blinked once. "The end i-"

"Ciel?"

I squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment, and my headache took free-reign of my mind. The pounding in my head became more intense at the second call of my name. I opened my eyes to see Sebastian standing in the frame of the doorway through the reflection in the mirror. I let my bangs fall in my face and my face began to heat and I forced myself to look down and away. Turning to face Sebastian, I was immediately assaulted by his questions. I hoped that he would not ask about the bump I now sported. I swallowed roughly, looking down again, before answering in a shaky tone. "H-hey Seb. Uh, um, how long have you been..." I leaned back suspiciously, on the counter, and tried to act somewhat normal. I chuckled, fake. "standing there?"

Taking a step toward me, then another, then another, the crow's feet came into view as I kept my gaze pointed down. I gulped back a shriek as one foot stopped just shy of in between my legs, and the other on the other side of one of my other feet. He leaned over, placing his hands on either side of my hip, successfully trapping me against the counter. The second time he's pinned me down today.

" So, Ciel," Sebastian hummed. He bent closer to me, looking me straight in the eye as I looked up slightly to see him smirking. His ruby eyes were narrowed in playful skepticism. I felt my whole body melt against the counter. I tried to support myself the best I could, but I found myself on the verge of falling no matter what.

"Mind telling me how that happened," He said, hand reaching up to brush my bangs ways from my face.

I chewed on my lip, debating whether or not telling him now would be good. Each cover story would be humiliating all the same. I looked him deep in his eyes, hoping he'd sense my discomfort and drop the subject, but it was not to be. "I..."

"I won't judge you, Love." He smiled. I rested my head on his shoulder, and sighed, the air hitting his neck, his hair tickling my face, and all seemed amazing. Just, amazing.

"I... hit my forehead on the... tub faucet." I mumbled.

"What was that?" Sebastian urged on,

"I said, I hit... my head on the tub faucet." I spoke the last of the words fast and incoherent.

"Pardon me?"

I clenched my hands into fists, pounding once on Sebastian's built chest, and then closed my eyes tight. I felt my face blush deeper, as I said the words loudly. "I HIT MY HEAD ON THE TUB FAUCET."

He laughed, and I pulled away from him, with a scarlet red face. "You said you wouldn't judge!" I cried out, pounding a hand on his chest. He grabbed the hand tight and held it against the counter top in a flash. I pouted, and his other hand found its way to snake around my waist, lifting me up to him. I gasped at the contact I wasn't expecting.

"I'm not judging, I'm just wondering why you were in the tub."

I looked into his clothed shoulder, I frowned at remembering the visions I had. I looked at his face, one more tie, and nearly fessed out my heart. He lowered his face to mine, lips inches apart. I still kept my eyes wide open looking into his glaring ones. "I think something bad happened." Sebastian froze, I continued. "I think Marie is still alive, and Hannah was murdered." I shuddered violently at the memory of the gore, the red and black. I then remembered the familiar and warmth from being next to that orb.

Sebastian's whole body stiffened, and he released me. I could tell a lot about his posture, that he was irritated I foiled his attempt at having his way. Also, though, he absorbed what I said. He stepped back, heaved a breath of air, and explained, "Will- he believed Marie is alive as well. As talked about, part of some... New dilemma." His eyes screamed what he was saying. "An angel fell, and we have reason to believe that she's after revenge, or something. See, two humans in a nearby town to where she fell were murdered in a weird ritual. And..." He looked away, "Hannah was murdered as well. Same style, and other demons have been believed to have fled, because."

He held out a hand to me, and asked me one simple question. "Ready to fight?"

After a while, I took his outstretched hand, and answered, indefinitely. "Yes."

He lead me out of the room, but before leaving completely to find the others, he swung me into his arms, and held me tight, "Sebastian?" I asked.

"Here." He simply replied, brushing my bangs away and kissing the red mark on my face. My face must have lit pink, because he laughed and then lead me the rest of the way to the others. I giggled, then stopped. That... really was not like me...

"So cute," He mumbled, I slapped his arm.

"I am not cute" I growled.

"That contradicts what I just said. Therefore it isn't true." Sebastian said, matter-of-fact-ly.

"Wha-"

"Come, come," He stopped my reply, "The others are waiting. Lets go, let's go."

I sighed at his feigned ignorance, and let it slide this time, my mind wandering towards the blue orb and the littler red one.

I knew them.