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IV.
Deciding to go back to London, Undertaker made his way to the London centre, ignoring the curiously looking passers-by. With the aspiration of a thunderstorm he was crossing the streets until finally arriving at his office. Or kind of. Well, the people called it that way. For its owner it was more than an office.
Usually everyone perceived this place like a forgotten hole, sodden with insanity. Probably because they connect it with death and death isn't the most pleasant thing that happens in people's life.
In fact it was pretty dark and rusty. Everything was deeply sunk in webs and dust. But Undertaker was finding it lovely. It was lovely and he wasn't going to change it. And why would he?
He traced the smooth edge of the laying coffin on his left with his fingers, wiping the dust.
Teryx Cron… I've heard that somewhere.
Although in the room was a complete silence, outside was the opposite. The ever present noise of carriage wheels and human speech was bothering his preoccupied mind. He leaned his back on the pitch plot, grabbing the black top-hat.
Teryx Cron.
He put the hat on his head slightly awry.
I have got to remember.
Suddenly the door opened.
Oh goodness, not again.
A noble thirteen years old boy entered with steps soaked up with pride, followed by his literally loyal to death servant – his demonic butler Sebastian. There was something very wicked in him, under the lofty mien of course.
Undertaker knew that the demons were sly and merciless. Even looking at this one was making him sick. He was already aware of the contract between Sebastian Michaelis and Ciel Phantomhive and as for the boy, he accepted him as a fool.
In his mind was coded that the human soul is something far more precious than the ordinary intellect can imagine. No one should offer his soul as a gift.
Especially to a demon. Although his animosity, he had to remain indifferent to people's choices. His only job was to take care of the "boundless" souls and Ciel's soul wasn't one of these, because it was already votive to the infernal creature standing right beside him.
"Good day, Undertaker." Firstly spoke Ciel.
The Undertaker saluted facetiously with two fingers. Then took one ceramic pot and examined it very carefully.
"What brings you here, Ciel Phantomhive?"
"I came to ask you something. There are six victims…"
"Listen, if you're looking for the bodies, I haven't seen any." He snapped the boy, continuing to look at the pot.
"Are you sure?" Ciel's voice was serious and even as always.
"You're joking." Laughed Undertaker. "Funny. Nice one."
A brief silence fell.
"We think that the murderer is planning at least four more appearances." Sebastian joined the conversation with his mysterious and at the same time elegant voice. "This is the list of the victims.
Sebastian brought out a folder with pages and took the first page out, handing it to Undertaker. The latter took the page and read the names and the ages of the victims.
"Udane, 35; Nicole, 27; Daisy, 42; Eaden,
22; Rose, 56; Terra, 17"
"And what am I supposed to do?" Asked absently Undertaker, throwing the page in the air.
"There is something… on the crime scenes. Something quite strange. "Ciel continued.
"So what?"
"You might want to come and see it." Were the last words of Ciel and he opened the door, leaving it open. Sebastian smirked and glanced at Undertaker, before closing the door.
Undertaker was a bit confused. He was never invited. And he never showed himself to any crime scene. Why would he be necessary now?
He left the ceramic pot on the plot angry, hating when there was no answer to any of the questions in his head. He laid himself in the laying open coffin and closed his eyes. It always helped him to think.
Silence.
Strange… Very strange indeed. I cant... remember.
And then the thought hit him instantly, like a paper cut to his mind. It was so sudden that made him open his eyes.
Ahh, yes.
I see.
Four more to go.
Udane, Nicolas, Daisy, Eaden, Rose, Terra
Sorry for making you wait so long, I hope you'll forgive me ;) and as always love you guys ;3