Chapter Three: Oz Vessalius and Kin

A few hours had gone by and the dinning room was quiet, a dim candle flickering at the end of the room, next to the door probably. There wasn't really any noise except for the pounding at the windows as rain assaulted them from the outside. The halls were quiet and everyone was presumed asleep or reading quietly. The mansion was at complete peace… Though that was just an illusion to fool outsiders. No one was asleep even if their candle had been long blown out. People lay thinking, some couldn't sleep, and others were just bored. A lone female wandered the halls, candle concealed with her hand as it hovered over the flame, licking at her bare palm though she didn't flinch with the contact. She looked around quietly; examining the doors on either side of her, the floor boards just barely creaking with her applied pressure as she made her way to a door which was barely cracked open, a little light shimmering into the hall and reflecting onto the wall. She stopped at the door, breathing barely audibly as she flexed her fingers unsurely.

"Come in..."

The woman almost jumped at the words but none the less entered the room. The room was grand yet quite plain, its exterior color a dark blue and black. On the bed, beneath the sheets sat a boy, violet eyes glancing over to look at the pink haired woman in his room in question. After she said nothing, he sighed and closed his book, wondering why she came to bother him.

"Yes Charlotte?"

"Ah yes..Um..We have a problem.."

"What is it..?"

"The Manor over the horizon is under attack. I've sent Lily to recover any survivors."

"Impossible," the boy rose and began the walk over to his window, "We would have been contacted, we should be able-" once his nimble fingers drew back the curtains and revealed off in the distance the burning manor, his voice had trailed off, "Is everyone dead?"

"Most, I sent Lily over to recover anyone left."

"When she returns, wake me. Bring any and all evidence to me to be examined thoroughly. No normal person set fire to that manor..you can tell..even from where we stand, can't you Charlotte?"

"Yes Glen-sama.."

With that, conversation for the night had ended and Lotti left the room.


It was around six in the morning when Leo Baskerville was interrupted once more but this time by the squeals of delight throughout the manor, rousing him enough to get up and pull on a robe before making his way calmly downstairs.

A few of the Baskerville members were awake, including Vincent and a dozing Caroline resting against the blonde. A few different people were there as well.

"Reim-san, I'm happy you decided to stay!" the smallest of the Baskervilles cheered as her grip on the men's jacket tightened with his growing fear.

Vincent looked up when he heard the soft steps approaching, jabbing Caroline non to gently in the gut with his elbow, the girl sending him a glare when she roused enough before looking over to where everyone else's attention had gone.

"As you all should know, our allies from the Beverly Manor are dead," silent glances were exchanged, "We retrieved very few survivors and the servant of Duke Barma was recovered as well as this," Lotti held up the Rainsworth key to the abyss, "On the servant."

"Oh you bad boy! You stole from them!" Lily giggled, holding onto Reim tighter.

Caroline looked over to the fidgeting male, "There's no way in hell that pathetic excuse for a man had the balls and guts to steal , even off an old lady. She'd kick his ass left and right."

Lotti chuckled from her spot, "Nicely put Red Eye."

Caroline smiled while Reim seemed to squirm in the chair he was set in, his arms tied painfully behind the back of the chair, struggling to get them loose in which his glasses fell from his nose and onto the floor with an audible crunch once Lily got her hands on them and this received an irritating noise from the servant which amused everyone aside from Vincent and Leo. Reim seemed highly uncomfortable, especially since he couldn't see much but he could feel the clinging fingers at his pant leg eagerly.

"Oh I love this guy, I should make him my pet, " Caroline suggested as she stood, pulling her blanket over her head with a soft yawn, "Unless there are important matters to be taken care of, I wish to return home where I can see my knife."

"Actually Caroline, you and Vincent are currently being held hostage," this had all stopped any conversation and even Reim looked over, "We sent a ransom note to Gilbert at a high amount that is impossible to pay for your return. We have matters to discuss and we need all the time we can get. And since I've carelessly revealed this information in front of the Barma Servant, I must keep you as well since you are friends with outsiders and I do not trust you despite your connections."

Reim looked mildly devastated but pissed all the same, "This is mad!" he cried but no one paid him any attention.

Vincent looked mildly angry, "You're making nii-san worry about me!? You shouldn't have done that!" it seemed the normally calm blonde was about to lunge but Lotti punched him in the gut with a smile as he winced and held his stomach, stumbling a step back but glaring at Lotti.

Caroline raised a brow at Lotti, "We could become acquaintances."

"Acquaintances? Isn't the saying usually friends?"

"Friends..? Friends are pathetic excuses for a love surrogate when one can not obtain a mate so the love is branched off to people with common interests and hobbies."

"Well…when you put it like that...you're certainly a wise bitch."

"Thank you."

A thick tension seemed to hang in the air for a moment before the new Glen cleared his throat, "We know the Beverly Manor was having a party that night and I suppose it had gone on into the wee hours of the morning before it was burnt down. Evidence shows that this was a Chain made fire. Odd thing is, the burnt wood has remnants of abyssal light scattered throughout it and I believe that the Abyss herself is the cause for this." He paused, "I believe she's lonely again and wants company so she's creating havoc until we give her some...Sadly...We cannot offer you two up at all despite your connections with her," the red eyed devils in the room exchanged a knowing look, " So since we cant do anything, she's sending out a chain, a friend of some sort and is making it kill massive amounts of people and we need to kill it-."

"So…we're throwing a party?" Caroline questioned

"No, us throwing a party will not be necessary."

Everyone exchanged curious glances before their attention was reverted back to the head Baskerville, wondering what other way they were to gain the attention of the chain if it only came for masses of people. Another common question on their minds was why the abyss was killing random people in such a fashion that wasn't like her to do so but they all knew she was prone to emotionally changes.

"Oz Vessalius will be, for this of course." The Glen held up a pendant, a dim dark aura emitting from it, "It's one of B-Rabbit's memories."

"How will you get him to agree to come Glen-sama?" Lily questioned.

"We have his kin," eyes traveled over to Caroline, "Don't we?"

"Me? I'm not going to stand for your tricks," Caroline stood with a huff and took a step forward before there were arms under hers and she was trapped against someone, looking up into mismatched eyes, "You bastard!"

"Ah,ah,ah Dollie, language young one, language," he said as a smirk broke out across his face and his eyes narrowed.

"Vince, I'm going to kill you!" she began to kick but her legs were grabbed by a cloaked Baskerville, "Lemme go! This isn't right!"

"Lily, please go retrieve the pills from the cabinet in the basement." Glen requested as the screaming girl was taken to the adjoining room.

Lily nodded, leaving her play thing in his chair before running off.

"What are you going to do to her? She's not but a child." Reim said, looking at the blur which was the head Baskerville.

"She's our bait, she's all we've got and when I'm done with her," violet eyes and a wicked smile peered at Reim, "The Abyss will be begging to take her."