"So, the Queen was satisfied Eve?" Dewey asked for confirmation. She sat in the large, expansive dining room inside her little townhouse, that also doubled as the ballroom. At the end of the white linen table, she mindlessly sipped on her cup of tea, along with the newspaper that seemed to be tossed on the table.

"To an extent, my lady," Eve replied, as she slowly refilled the white haired girl's cup with the dark brown liquid "Although the Viscount was apprehended, your majesty informed me that she would like for you to investigate the whereabouts of the women he supposedly sold"

"That's surprising," Dewey titled her head in curiosity "Usually she expects results, not uncovering"

"That specific was in the letter she wrote to you a while ago"

"Oh, right"

Dewey sighed, and took another sip of the steaming hot tea. This was certainly more work than she expected. It's easy when she assigned to arrange bodies; all she needed was to do was change a detail here and there, and she would be done within a night. This was taking more than her share of comfort.

Her eyes mindlessly drew to the newspaper once more, and read the main headliner once more. Like it would tell her something that she was missing.

Jack The Ripper Strikes Again!

Jack The Ripper. Dewey has heard the events of the killer all over the newspapers lately. It was the top story for weeks. Supposedly he gruesomely murdered prostitutes, young women and left them to fester in their own pool of blood. Dewey's eyes widened as a light bulb seemingly went off in her head. Finally. A connection. Perhaps…

"Eve...do you think...perhaps this Jack The Ripper case is in anyway connected to…" She trailed off. Although hidden, Eve sent a sort of glare to her young master, like she was annoyed.

Yet, she smiled "I see, asking your ace to think for you?"

Out of the corner of her eye, Dewey sent a seething glare to her butler "You do have a brain don't you? Now use it"

Eve sighed, and set the elegant tea pot onto the white, linen table. Her thin, black gloved hand touched her chin, lost in thought "Fair enough. It may only be a coincidence that these cases have similar victims, but we can't be certain until we investigate further"

"Perhaps this Jack The Ripper fellow buys his victims from Druitt's soirees and kills them soon after. That would explain the numerous disappearances and victims. However...we still need a little more information before we can conclude on such a theory"

"What do you require of me then, my lady?" Eve asked.

Dewey sighed "Gather a list of the missing women and victims, from our case and the Ripper case. Investigate the location of the victims bodies including any connections they may have. With anyone. As soon as you gather the list, continue your investigation, but..." She gave a groan-like sigh, and stood up from her chair "Send me to...his residence..."

Eve frowned "Are you certain you will be alright alone?"

"As long as I fulfill his needs, yes, I will be fine"

His business. This was going to be quite interesting for the red eyed girl.


Undertaker

Dewey blankly stared at the large, overbearing sign in front of the funeral parlor. Here she was, yet again. She didn't know the Undertaker as well as she would of liked, but as long as he had valuable information, she could do whatever he pleases which was arranging corpses to be buried in the ground. How dangerously similar their occupations were…

"You will be fine my lady?" Eve asked, as she took another unsuspecting glance at the business of the Undertaker. If she was perfectly honest, she thought of the old man as a nothing more than a person with a few eccentric traits, and nothing more. She didn't even think of him as so much as a danger, let alone to her master.

"Yes, do you need to hear it again?" Dewey asked with a steel edges tongue. Eve simply sent her a sharp smile and nodded.

"No, my mistress" With a bow, she hopped onto the carriage and grabbed onto the thin leather ropes.

"If I need you, I will call for you" The white haired girl said as she carelessly flicked her wrist, motioning for Eve to leave. With a violent tug, the horses cried out and stomped away, leaving the viscountess to her own devices.

With a bundle of paper in her hand and a bag that hung in the other, she sighed and carefully creaked open the door. She suspiciously peaked inside the small room, lined with coffins of all sorts. She knew the old man would be here, he barely left anyways. He was like a mole rat in that sense.

"Hello Undertaker," Dewey slammed the door shut "I need information regarding a few bodies"

"Oooooo, is that so?" An echoey voice filled the room "Would one of those bodies happen to be your own? I do recall I have a few coffins about your size ready to go, dearie~"

A tear of sweat ran down her face "Er...no"

"Ay, that's a shame…" The silver haired man himself appeared from the darkness from his own room, with what appeared to be in his hand a bundle of measuring tape "And here I was getting me hopes up"

"Anyways," Dewey cleared her throat "I'm quite certain a few bodies have made their way here recently. Do you recognize any of these women?"

With the Undertaker's head rested upon his table, along with the measuring tape wrapped around his pale, thin fingers, Dewey tossed the papers near his hidden eyes. With his wide grin, he mindlessly glanced across the many faces that were printed onto the sheets of paper.

"I can't say if I do," He chuckled manically, and rolled his head to its side "Perhaps if I earned a little something in return, it would jog my memory. You know what I would like? The-"

"I bought biscuits" Dewey swiftly interrupted as she lifted up the bag visibly. The silver haired maniac's smile seemed to light up at the sight of them, causing him to chuckle even louder.

"Alright then...that'll work too~"

With his bone-shaped biscuits in hand, Dewey cautiously took a seat on one of his coffins and situated herself. Even after the Undertaker offered her a beaker of tea, she (gladly) refused, and just wanted to get this entire ordeal over with.

"So, the women?" The red eyes girl asked, and tapped her foot against the hard ground.

"You're an impatient little one aren't you?" The Undertaker pointed out.

"I do have other matters to attend to" Dewey shrugged.

"Like the little bugger who came here recently" He mumbled under his breath, thinking about his 'favorite' tiny Earl.

"Pardon?"

The Undertaker simply chuckled it off "Ah, nothing. A little rambling can't hurt anyone"

"Okay…"

The silver haired man blankly glanced across the sheet of paper once more, until it he felt satisfied. With a bored frown, he collapsed onto his table once more. The loud, shrilling sound nearly caused the white haired girl to jump out of her seat- no, coffin.

"No, I don't recall if any of these young ladies came to my little shoppe. I think I would have remembered with the quite satisfying corpses coming in lately"

Dewey gave a loud, frustrated sigh, and snatched the papers from the desk "Well, this was a waste of my time...and biscuits…"

"Always jumping to conclusions aren't you?" The Undertaker said with a particular wide grin. He rested his sharp chin on his long black sleeves, like a pillow. That smile, It was almost mocking.

Right before the white haired girl's hand touched the knob, she whipped her head around in utter curiosity. Her red eyes narrowed, as though 'intimidating' him would get her answers.

"What are you implying? Dewey practically commanded.

"That this little Hound isn't sniffing out information as well as it could"

Dewey paused in thought, losing her frustration. This little guard dog hm? That could only mean one thing. She wasn't asking the right questions.

"So...are you saying you do know something?" Dewey asked.

The curious Undertaker rolled himself across his table, like he was playing a certain game he was enjoying "Maybe I do, maybe I don't. All you have to do is ask, dearie~"

The white haired girl sighed "Then, you haven't seen any of these women?"

"Not a sight"

"That could mean they're still alive…" Dewey mumbled "Or...are their any corpses you are unable to identify?"

"Why, in fact yes" The Undertaker chuckled and dragged himself off the table. He slowly creeped his way to the white haired girl, like a ghost. As he crawled closer, Dewey couldn't help but feel a little uneasy, but all for the wrong reasons.

"You see, the killer slices open the lady's neck," He trailed his long, back fingernail over her throat "Then, he rips their faces into itty bitty pieces," He poked his sharp fingernail into the flesh of her cheek "Finally, the killer cuts out their sacred womanly parts" He lead his finger just across Dewey's lower abdomen, where her own womanly part was still in development.

What seemed like a waterfall of nervous sweat streamed from her face. With a nervous scowl, she carefully pushed away the Undertaker's eager hand and straightened out her dress.

"That sounds like Jack The Ripper, if I ever heard that" Dewey said, as she lent a careful eye to the eagerly chuckling Undertaker and his grabby hands.

"Perhaps~" He practically sang back.

The sound of a ringing bell caused the white haired girl to sigh in utter relief, even if she wasn't 100% sure of the certain visitor's identity. The Undertaker seemed to frown in disappointment, sad that his little game of 20 questions was over. Dewey quickly turned around and saw her savior that could only be dressed in black.

"Greetings Undertaker" Eve said with a seemingly friendly smile, as she closed the door behind her. The Undertaker responded with a playful wave of his hand, before he bounced back to his spot behind the table.

"He he he," He chuckled with his classic wide grin "Might you be the one I will fit into a coffin today? I may have to take measurements before I can have one made"

Even with the questionable offer, the Irish haired woman's smile didn't even crack in the slightest "Unfortunately, not today. I came here to pick up my mistress"

"Ah, oh well..." The silver haired maniac lost his smile, and seemed to put in disappointment as his head rested onto his large table once again.

"And just in time I might add," Dewey pointed out. Her eyes quickly scanned the thin stack of papers within her butler's hand, eager to read them "I assume you found all what we needed?"

"Indeed," Eve nodded, and proceeded to shuffle the papers in her desired order.

"Anything...peculiar?"

"Would you take a peek at this, my lady?" She pulled out a sheet of paper,,causing Dewey to snatch it right out of her hand. For the first few seconds, she intensely scanned the careful cursive, but as she read further down the paper, she had to blink and stop. She didn't know or she read that right. By the second reading however, it all clicked together.

Her eyes widened.


"Well then?"

Ciel cracked open his eyes, revealing his dark blue one as well as the one that held the purple colored contract. He watched his butler quietly shut the door, along with a thick stack of papers within his hand.

Sebastian sighed "No matter how I look at it, the result is still the same"

The young Earl curled himself in a loose ball into the middle of the bed. He hugged his knees, like he was signaling weakness to his demon butler. It wasn't anything like that at all.

"Yesterday's murder, the viscount didn't do it…" Ciel trailed off. It didn't seem to add up somehow. Judging from all the evidence, he should have been the one. He should have been the supposive Jack The Ripper.

"Exactly. None of the people in his mansion could have done it, either" Sebastian added in. Although...he didn't account for the two extra visitors that slipped in, seemingly uninvited. Unfortunately for the his little master, if he didn't ask for more specific information, he wouldn't receive it.

"Indeed... No person could move that quickly. Anyway, tomorrow we'll start…" Ciel trailed off, and sent a look of suspicion to his butler. He had a certain area of skills. He did in fact 'disappear' for a while "Sebastian! You didn't…"

"Of course I didn't, my lord," Sebastian raised his eyebrow, almost in offense "I told you, I never lie. Now. Involved in medicine, ties to secret societies or black magic, lacking alibis for the nights the bodies were found: The only human who fits all criteria is the Viscount Druitt"

That look in Sebastian's face. That little smirk. It was obvious now to Ciel "You know more about this than you're letting on, don't you?!" He growled in rage

"But I'm simply one hell of a butler. As you well know, I only carry out those orders my master has directly given me"

Even with his masters growl, equivalent to a small kitten in his mind, the black haired butler kept his sharp mocking smile. In a swift movement, he tossed the now useless papers into the air like confetti, and let it fall all across the Earl's bedroom.

"You need only say the words, my lord, I become either your pawn or your knight. Now, master, move me into check" Sebastian said in his sticky sweet voice. If he could, he would have alighted at that little scowl on his masters face.

But, with his new orders about to come in seconds, the lost of potential killers immediately crossed the demon's mind. He knew exactly who the culprit was. The evidence and alibis just lined up. However, a little uncertainty still sat in his head, like a festering smell that stayed deep within his senses. That woman...he knew barely anything, if nothing about her, yet...she seemed capable. With no alibi, evidence, let alone skill set to pin it on her, it was nearly unlikely.

Yet, their was always a possibility. Being a butler of the Phantomhive estate, he knew nothing was quite impossible.


Dewey carefully glanced around each dark corner of the London night. With each quick peak, all she saw was an empty alley filled with a blanket of darkness. With each glance her disappointment grew deeper. She expected something intriguing at nearly the middle of the night, even if she didn't bother to conceal herself to draw in these interesting events. She was looking for a murder...

Walking down the biggest street, the light posts glowed onto her open, lacy parasol, as though it was about to rain. Her boots lightly clicked against the busy stone work in a clear, consistent rhythm. Her butler however, was as silent as a shadow.

"Do you sense anyone, Eve?" Dewey commanded.

"I do not feel a single soul in this vicinity, my lady" Eve whispered back.

"I suppose the ripper wants to kill as quietly as one can...From your investigation, a few of these women that were missing were sold by Druitt, and supposedly bought and shortly then after killed by the ripper, yes?"

"Correct. But, one particular prostitute is still missing" Eve said, pushing her glasses further up the thin bridge of her nose.

"And that is why we are out 'investigating'. As long as we have proof of this woman's existence, even if we find her body, it shall be in the report to her majesty" Dewey replied. As long as she found that single woman, dead or alive, she could be done with this annoying would have been most benefic to her to seek this prostitute out, alive.

"What shall we do if we happen to run into the supposed Jack The Ripper?" The Irish haired woman asked.

Dewey shrugged "We will attend to the circumstances first, then I will judge the situation, understand?"

"Yes, my mistress" Eve lightly bowed.

"AAAAHHHH!"

A scream of bloody murder suddenly ripped through the streets of London, pounding through Dewey's ears. The high pitched scream nearly caused her to jump in place, like a hog screaming as it was being slaughtered. She knew at least someone was being slaughtered tonight.

"Over there!" Dewey yelled over the sickening scream. Her dull hand pointed to the nearest dark alley, where the scream seemed to echo from. Within seconds, she collapsed her dainty, white parasol and raced over to the source of the cry for help. The two made a sharp corner, and was met with a dead end. At the end of this dead end however, a lazily opened door sat unsuspectingly. It almost seemed inviting, like it was eating for someone to peak through it. Like it was just waiting for its secrets to be unfolded.

Dewey ran towards the door without hesitation. She didn't even think twice about the horrors she would see within seconds. Determination filled her mind. Once she stepped through that evil door however, all she could do was gasp. All her courage and determination faded away once she saw that color.

"A...ah..." Was all Dewey could muster up.

Blood. Blood everywhere.

The red eyed girl widened in complete and utter fear, as her eyes horrifically scanned across the same color as her own eyes. It was a literal lake of the hot, sticky liquid, that surrounded the twitching body. She did bother to recognize the freshly killed body, it's fingers still twitching away like little worms. She didn't even care about it. All that filled her vision was dark, red blood.

It ran down like little rivers along the planks of the floor, until it made it to the night filled sky. It was splattered like art across the furniture and dark walls, staining Dewey's vision red. There was so much blood. The metallic smell drove itself up her nose

The screams. The screams echoed in her head. The cries. The cries flooded her mind. The bodies. It filled her vision. It was that day again. It was those weeks again. It was that time where she was locked up in a cage like an evil beast. It was when blood was everywhere.

All she could do was freeze like a statue at the edge of the puddle of the strike red liquid. Her shaky hands barely did anything to hide her terror stricken face. She could feel her eyes bulging out of their sockets. She couldn't do anything. Not one, damn thing.

"My lady!" Eve shouted, as she slapped her black, gloved hand right over her wide, fearful eyes. She dragged her master out of the absolute murder scene, to the fresh, cool air. The body barely affected her. Being so old, death was everywhere. Years ago, she might have been a little queasy, but now it was like she was staring at the same person, alive.

Dewey gasped for air, as her stomach churned in and around itself. All she saw was utter darkness. Utter blackness. Like in that cage.

"GET OFF ME!" Dewey screamed out, her voice filled with absolute fear. She yanked Eve's hands off her eyes, and stumbled to the nearest corner. She crashed into the brick wall, and collapsed onto her knees, tearing her dress. She clamped onto her neck with her hand, and and began to violently yack out a cloudy white bile from her stomach in the corner.

She couldn't understand. She saw bodies all time time, soaked up in blood. She never had a reaction like this before. What made this one different?

The pouring ring in her ears blocked out the footsteps that creeped closer and closer. They were not existent, like a wind that carried the sound away from her dull ears. Little did she know, it was that young Earl.

Ciel made the sharp turn around the corner, and practically skidded to a stop. There, he saw the Irish haired women take a rather suspicious glare at him, as she held onto a lacy, white parasol. Bloody footsteps trailed out of the dark red stained door, all the way to the blocked corner. There, the white haired girl weakly kneeled, shuddering like a puppy. The edge of her clean dress was now lightly stained with the hardening dark red liquid.

The Irish haired butler, with the glasses. Now he remembered. It was Lizzie's friend's butler. Dewey.

With a cautious stare, Eve pushed her glasses up the rim of her nose "I must say, it's rather a surprise to see you, Earl Phantomhive"

"You?" Ciel shouted in a little shock, pointing his little accusing finger towards the butler herself "Bu-but doesn't make a shred of sense!"

Eve quickly glanced at the bloody foot steps made by her master, and put the pieces together as fast as she could in her head "You are mistaken. We didn't have anything to do with this"

"Then perhaps you could explain your reasoning to be out at nearly midnight" Sebastian added in, with a stretched frown upon his face.

"Well, that is up to my mistress to decide" Eve raised her palm to her master, who was still shriveling in the corner.

"D-don't look..." A whimper voice escaped Dewey. Although her violent shaking stopped, her head was hung over the girl of her head, like a broken doll.

"Pardon?" Sebastian asked. Ciel raced up to the shriveling mess in the corner that was Dewey with a certain glare in his eyes.

"Don't l-look inside..." She warned in as shaky tone. The young Earl's eyes immediately drew to the darkness over the door frame. What was in there?

Completely ignoring her warning, and raced over the door step. Once the darkness was lifted from his eyesight, he froze in place. Perhaps the white haired girl was right.

Guts. Guts everywhere.

They spilled out of the woman's body like pink noodles. What was once her pretty, delicate face was now a caved mess of bone bits and ripped skin. He couldn't even make out one, smooth detail or her face, nor her body. It was just that, a body, swimming in a large pool of blood. Added in with the smell of flesh, he could already feel his stomach contents rising to his throat.

His eyes seemed to be glued on the floor, like he wanted to look at the body. Yet, his mind said differently.

"Come away!"

Sebastian raced inside firmly put his white gloved hand right over his master's eye. In one swift swipe, he slid across the stone pavement, far away from the smell and sight of the body. Right before his black shoe made contact with the stonework, something odd caught his senses. No, not odd. Familiar. Awfully familiar.

Ciel gasped for air, even as he felt his hot stomach contents escaping his throat. Dewey heard the sound of hacking from her little safe corner, as the ringing in her ears dulled.

"Eve..." The red eyed girl quietly called out, as she raised her hand delicately in the air, waiting for her butler. Eve ran to her master's side and lifted her carefully from the ground. Although she was still panting, the color returned to her face, as did her clear thoughts.

"You sensed her, did you not, Sebastian?" Eve raised her eyebrow quizzically "I am quite positive one hell of a butler could in the very least do that"

"Are you certain it is only her?" Sebastian tilted his head, but with a sharp grin "Perhaps a certain piece is still missing. If you would be so kind to use those specific skills of yours, you would know it is more than a first glance, Eveanna"

Without as so much as a answer back Sebastian turned his attention back to the door swallowed in darkness "You've made quite a bloody mess of things in there, Jack the Ripper...or rather, Grell Sutcliff?"

Seconds later, the brown haired butler slowly walked out. Blood covered his thin, pale face, and splattered all over his glasses. A look of terror crossed his face, as though he didn't know a single thing what was going on.

Eve narrowed her eyes "Ah, yes. You are right" she vaguely remembered the other butler. All she remembered was that he was hung from the ceiling those weeks ago

"No... No, you're wrong!" Grell pleaded "I-I heard the scream and rushed to help, but..."

"You can drop the innocent act, Grell. It's over," Sebastian cut in. You know, this is actually the first time I've met someone like you in the human world. You played the role of "helpless butler" well. Your act had almost everybody completely fooled"

"You... you think so?" A sharp, sickening smile crossed his once innocent, dull face.

"How kind. That's great to hear," He pulled the ribbon from his long, shiny hair, and combed a brush through it, turning it a brilliant red "After all, I am an actress.

And quite a good one at that," He finished off his look with a pair of shiny, thin glasses "Of course you're not really "Sebastian" either, are you?"

"Sebastian is the name my master gave me, so that is who I am... for now" Sebastian replied with a certain frown on his face.

"So, I was right. The demon is playing the butler this time around" Eve smiled sharply. In return she got a couple of confused looks. It wasn't because of her investigative work, but rather her sudden interruption. She glanced up to both of their faces, causing her smile to grow deeper.

"Ah, I apologize for my sudden interruption. It seemed only necessary," the Irish haired woman shrugged "You demons have a certain repulsive stench that is hard to forget. I couldn't quite put my finger on it at first, but after the second time around, it was clear as day. Your so called name only confirmed my thoughts"

"Quite perceptive," the black haired butler brought a thin smirk back to his face "So much in fact, it is almost like sorcery"

The smile on the ocean eyed woman's face seemed to flicker at his last word.

"Ah, you're playing the 'faithful dog'. Well, you're handsome enough to get away with it. Anyway, here we are, Sebastian... No, I'll call you Bassy!~" Grell swiped his thick hair from his shoulders "Let me introduce myself: The Burnett butler, Grell Sutcliff.

What do you say? Let's get along"

He sighed in relief "Ah, it's so nice to talk to you in my true form! However..." He sent a certain wavering glance from his brilliant green eyes, right to the Blackwood butler "I'm sure there's a form you would rather take. I'm actually quite eager to see what a witch is doing as a butler as well"

A witch. Damn it...Dewey internally slapped her forehead. She knew well, enough Eve hated those evil words. She nearly threw a fit when Dewey said those words the first time. God knows how'll she take it from a stranger.

"Gah!" Grell screamed out, as a sharp playing card whizzed past his head. With a snarl he glared back at the equally glaring Irish haired woman "How dare you try to cut a lady's face!"

"Try?" Eve pulled off her glasses, revealing her true, hunter green eyes "I simply missed. The next time you say those words however," She carefully untied her thick nun, and let her silky smooth hair run free. Like a wave, her hair transformed from a dull, Irish red to a soft glowing or age, like the sunset "I'll make it certain I won't miss"

"You humor me!" Grell batted his thick eyelashes in his playfulness "I see Bassy isn't the only one getting along"

His incredibly sharp smile grew deeper however as his attention drew back to the black haired butler "I admit I was surprised when I first met you, I've never seen a demon playing a butler"

"But I could say the same about you. I never thought I'd find one of your kind playing a butler either. You're supposed to an intermediary between man and God: a grim reaper" Sebastian said the name bitterly

"Why would a being like you pretend to be a servant?" Dewey finally added in, with a suspicious glare.

"Why, indeed?" The red haired reaper replied with a certain playful look in his eyes, causing a drop of sweat to roll from her face. The white haired girl's face "For now let's just say that it was out of love for a certain woman"

"And that woman would be?" Sebastian raised his dark brow, as though he didn't have a clue. Even the orange haired sorceress knew he was playing dumb.

"You don't really need to ask, do you?"

"Madam..." Ciel finally chimed in. He pushed away his butler's hands from his face, revealing his blank, dark blue eyes.

Out from the darkness, the lovely red women appeared, with a stern frown on her red painted lips. Without as much as a drop of blood on her clothes, she calmly walked out along with a thick dagger tight in her hand.

"Well, I hadn't counted on this. I didn't think anyone would be able to tell who Grell truly is," she peeked out of the corner of her eye towards the red eyes girl "I was also hoping you would perhaps take the blame. It's a shame that my nephew dug his nose where it shouldn't have been"

"So you were the one who bought the prostitutes, correct?" Dewey said, as a smirk of satisfaction crawled on her face "Who are you, anyway?"

"Pardon?"

Ciel just ignored the two and their topic "Naturally you were on the suspect list from the very beginning. But all of your alibis seemed flawless"

"You mean you actually suspected your own aunt?" Madame Red replied in a bit of surprise.

"I was looking for a murderer; degree of relation to me did not matter. None of the humans on the suspect list could have been responsible for all the murders. But if one of them had an inhuman accomplice, that would change the game completely. It had to be someone who could enter and leave the room without being noticed; someone who could travel from the viscount's home to the East End instantaneously. In the end, you two were the only ones who could be Jack the Ripper... you Madam Red and Grell Sutcliff. I began to look into what else the victims had in common besides prostitution. And then, I noticed they'd all undergone a certain surgery at the hospital where you work. We made a list of all the patients. One, the only one who was still alive, was a woman by the name of Mary Kelly. We knew if we waited around here you would come for her eventually. But we were too late..." The Young Earl glanced back to the blood stained door, where that unfortunate women sat.

"My darling nephew, how unfortunate this turned out to be...If you had let it go, we could have played chess again. But now..." A wild look, crossed her deep red eyes. "you've taken everything!"

Suddenly, a loud engine ripped through the air, and sliced through everyone's ears. All eyes turned to the red head reaper, along with a sharp, mysterious device in his hands. He darted towards the young Earl, with the sharp device in hand. Right as Grell was about to slice Ciel's skull in half, Sebastian caught the edge of it, and shoved the deadly reaper away.

"What is that?!" Ciel yelled in utter shock. He's never seen a device such as that before. It was like a running saw, only deadlier.

"Grim reapers use tools for harvesting souls," Eve narrowed her eyes and put her hand carefully on her master's head, in caution "That is his reaper scythe, with a few modifications of course"

"Don't you dare call it that!" Grell shouted, utterly offended "This is so much more than a scythe; I worked very hard to customize it! This is a special "death scythe" of my own design. It can hack anyone into tiny pieces!~"

Grell playfully shrugged along with his scythe, the chainsaw, in hand "I've been far too well-behaved. I'm getting. Out. Of. Shape. I would love to exercise my skills. So. Shall. We. Play?"

"It depends on the game" Eve said as she narrowed her deep green eyes.

"Perhaps you could be a bit more respectful of my position?" Sebastian replied in disgust "I'm on duty after all"

"What a stoic man you are! That makes you even more irresistible!" He playfully wielded his scythe the air, like a children's toy "You know, red is my favorite color. It's perfect for hair, for clothes, for lipstick. So, I painted all those women with pretty, pretty red blood. So, Bassy, Eve, now I'll make you even better looking than you are. I'll tear you both up from the inside, and trust me I'll make you both like it. You'll both be as lovely as scattered rose petals.

"You are a grim reaper; your job is to quietly harvest the souls of the dying," the orange haired sorceress said in disgust "I've known more capable reapers than you, which disappoints me"

"And as a butler, your job is to follow your master like a shadow. You have violated both of these expectations," the black haired butler sighed in frustration "And quite frankly, I find it sickening"

"Oh, you both wound me" Grell's sharp smile grew deeper within his face "You know, I'm more deadly efficient than I seem!~"

With a scowl, Ciel slowly lifted his white eye patch up his forehead, revealing its true nature. Dewey's eyes lit up in curiosity as the hidden eye revealed a deep, purple colored pentagram. The mark only a demon could make "In my name and that of the Queen, I order you, Sebastian: put an end to them!"

"Eve, what is that mark on his eye?" Dewey asked, as she carefully glanced at the glowing star like shape carved into the Young Earl's eye.

"In quick terms, the confirmation of the contract between the human and the demon. It is similar to the black marks painted all over your body, my lady" Eve swiftly replied. Her attention however was focused on the fight she knew was about to begin

"Contract..." Dewey trailed off. This was certainly intriguing to the white haired girl. She suspected what Ciel hid under that eye was not just any scar, but the scar of a demon. A smirk grew on her face.

A sharp, mocking grin grew onto Sebastian's face. He dug his sharp teeth into his black glove, and flawlessly pulled it off, revealing the connection to the contract elegantly carved into his hand. His black iris is narrowed, causing the color of his eye to light up a brilliant red, brighter than Dewey's or even Madame's Reds own colored eyes. This was the nature of the demon.

"Indeed, my young lord"


So, the big reveal! I wanted to do something different for Eve, considering we already have nearly six demons in anime, not counting Pluto (I'm counting ones that are, well, butlers). So, I wanted to put a little twist on it. Yeah, don't worry, I won't make her over powered or anything like that. That's the LAST thing I wanna do. It was fun writing this chapter~.

Anyways, thank you to all who followed and favorited, Hope you enjoyed. Reviews are appreciated!

- X-Xepher-X