I have to thank you all again for reading my story! *bows till her nose touches the ground* you've all been so kind and I hope you continue to enjoy this journey!

Arise wasn't particularly gifted when it came to academics, at least human ones. But with all this Death God history, she was absolutely brilliant! All of the history lessons seemed to be something out of the books she loved to read. Scandals, rivalries, all with juicy battles and misunderstandings in between, her favorite thing of all though, were Cinematic Record. Her greatest joy was sneaking into the library after hours, (with the help of the Undertaker) to look through the different lives of people she could only dream about!

"Ronald, come on! I'm not going to get into trouble you have to come and watch this one with me! I've actually found the Record for John Dillinger!"

He looked at her with a blank expression; Arise couldn't believe she was going to have to explain it to him, again.

"John Dillinger, the American gangster! I can't believe you don't know who he is! There was a great debate after he was Reaped whether he should go to Hell or limbo!"

"Arise I can't believe you find this so interesting! The Council just wanted something exciting to put in the history books! Of course he went to Hell! He was a bloody gangster and bank robber!"

"AHAA! So you do know who he is!"

Ronald pushed out his lips in an adorable pout. He opened but Arise stopped him, she just couldn't pass up a chance to prove him wrong.

"I know where you're wrong about him Ronny my boy. John Dillinger only stole the bank's money. He never stole from people, sure he took hostages to use as human shields as he left the bank but he never stole from them! That's why the Counsel got so damn confused! He stole from businesses, but never from individuals."

Ronald began to play with the lock of orange hair that always hung in his face as he thought about it; he then looked at Arise and gave her that old familiar smile.

"Fine I'll come with you, but only if you promise to take the heat if we get caught."

The boy knew how to drive a hard bargain, Thought Arise, but she stuck out her hand and both of them gripped as hard as they could as a deal as made.

"Ronny, if you keep trying to act like James Bond while humming the theme song we will be caught!"

Ron came out from behind the pillar and put down his 'gun' that he had made with his hands pressed together.

"What are we looking for exactly?"

"I'm looking for the Record of John Dillinger, you are keeping watch."

"Oh fine."

She took one finger and scanned the titles of the different records.

"Let's see, Deirdre, Dillinger, Dim-wit, Din- . . .Oi! They got a guy called Dim-wit! What the bloody gongs is that all about!"

"He was from a small village in Wales somewhere. He was the village fool."

Arise went back to her search, a little bit too distracted as she soon found herself in the P's section.

"Damn it!"

She looked back to see Ronald's back toward her.

"Might as well see what's here."

As she was looking there was one record that caught her eye. It was a deeper blue than the other ones and was marked 'incomplete'.

The name was Phantomhive.

"Now how can it be marked incomplete if it says he was born in 1875?"

She opened the book and a massive amount of film whirled silently around her. Most of it was pretty basic, little boy playing with a dog, happy family, blah, blah, blah. It wasn't until she got to a span of about 4 years things became interesting. There was a massive fire and the boy disappeared, a large portion of the film was blank until it returned all of a sudden with the boy. Only he had an eye patch on and a butler in black by his side. Arise's newfound senses told her that wasn't just a handsome butler, he was something that was more closely related to her new world, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"So you've found the infamous Phantomhive record. That was quite a time if I remember it well."

Arise jumped about a foot in the air, as it was William's voice behind her.

"Don't worry you're not in trouble, we encourage most students to look at the records in their free time."

Arise glared at Ronald, who gave her a sheepish shrug as if to say "He's the boss."

She turned back to William.

"What happened to him, the boy I mean, the book is marked incomplete."

William once again pushed up his glasses with his scythe, which seemed to have come out of nowhere, and sighed.

"Through circumstances that are very messy and give me a headache to think about he became a demon."

"He became a demon? How is that possible? I thought he had to be born one or had to have a contract!"

William gave her a look that questioned her very intelligence, it suddenly came together.

"That butler was a demon? Even so! It's nearly impossible to become a demon!"

William put up a hand to stop her.

"Like a said these circumstances give me a headache. Not to mention I had to work more over time than is humane to anybody, Death God or not."

Arise sensed there was more than that to the story, but decided not to push it.

"Sorry Father, I was just curious."

William softened a bit to hear her call him Father, he patted her head and smiled at her in away only a select few had seen in years.

"Not to worry dear, just watch out for demons. They have a tendency to get tangled up in our business far too often."

With that he walked away, leaving Arise to continue watching The Phantomhive boy's life.

As she got farther in to the film, as she liked to think of it, she noticed Grell made many significant appearances. She also noticed, though there was no sound, her mother had definitely fancied the demon butler. More than fancied him perhaps, maybe that was why William hated them s much.

She went to bed thinking about the boy. What made him so special? Why would a demon go through so much just for that one little boy's soul? She would have to ask Grell in the morning. She drifted off to sleep with dreams full of silver roses and red eyes.

There was a loud crashing sound that jolted her awake. It sounded as though someone had broken down the doors of the Library. She jumped out of bed and grabbed her scythe and ran out into the hallways. She came upon a figure that was browsing through the Records as if he belonged there.

"Who are you? You aren't allowed in here if you had to break down the doors."

The figure turned to her and his face came into the light.

It was the Demon Butler from the Phantomhive record, but what was he doing here?

"You're new here I'm guessing, no professional Shinigami would brandish their scythe first thing."

He had a voice as smooth as black ice, but something about it made her feel nauseous.

"I'm only being careful, demon, no need to be so frightened."

She lowered her weapon only a fraction, but smoothly came out of her defensive pose.

"What are you looking for?"

"The Phantomhive Record."

"It's gone."

His black eyebrows knit together in what looked like confusion, but could not be mistaken for anger.

"Where?"

"It was checked out this morning."

"By whom?"

"Hell if I know."

"You really aren't helping young lady; I need to know where that record is."

Before she could blink, the demon was right in her face.

"Right. Now."

"I'm sorry good sir, but I can't help you. As you said I'm a newbie. Dumb as a brick so they say."

His teeth clenched with an audible grinding, but he regained his composure as quickly as it had slipped.

"Pity,"

He began to walk away when he turned back and gave her a close look.

"I thought someone like you would be willing to help her own family."

And he disappeared into the black.