Ciel gazed out the carriage's windows as it made its way to Edinburgh, his eyes looking out the window but his mind a million miles away. He still did not believe what Varvossa told them, but Sebastian seemed to believe what the demon had said.

According to Varvossa, the young Master was set up by the grim reapers. Since a demon eats the soul of a individual, there is no soul to collect when the person dies. Varvossa has had a stroke of luck lately with contracts, and because of his luck there have been few souls to collect by the reapers. Normally, according to Sebastian, reapers don't mind missing a soul now and then since that is what demons survive on. Apparently, Varvossa's five contracts last month were one too many for Scotland's reapers.

Sebastian was more than willing to say the case was of unimportance now and that they return, that this was between the demon and the grim reapers of Scotland. Ciel was unconvinced though, and as they arrived at the hotel the Earl took a deep breath of fresh air. The air in the castle was heavy with oppression and a kind of chill, a almost dead feeling creeping at the edges of his consciousness. He refused to stay there, and so they went to the hotel that they were originally staying at.

That night they traveled the streets in search of anything suspicious. There was the usual peddlers and homeless, but no sign of any murderer that left without a mark on its victims.

"Master, we should get back," Sebastian said quietly from behind, leaning forward a little. "It is getting late."

There was a familiar giggle from behind Sebastian and his stomach churned.

"The sooner the kid gets to bed," Grell said in his seductive fashion that he always used when talking about Sebastian, "the sooner you're off duty and the sooner we can, you know." He winked and Sebastian grimaced, even though he didn't see it.

Ciel turned sharply and glared at the reaper who was smiling with a toothy grin, his hand on his hip.

"What are you doing here?" Ciel demanded, not nearly as annoyed as his butler was. Grell grabbed Sebastian's arm and leaned his head on his shoulder, making a almost purr.

"Where ever my Sebastian, goes, I go~" Sebastian groaned silently as Grell leaned more on him. "And Will sent me to check if you got rid of that demon yet," Grell added like it was not important, gazing longingly at Sebastian.

"So the grim reapers did set us up," Ciel muttered angrily at his butler. What kind of thanks is that for rescuing a Cinematic Record from the angel Angela?

Grell raised a eyebrow at the Earl, "set up? Now see here!" He let go of Sebastian and faced Ciel, "I go through the trouble of warning you to be careful, and you start blaming us for the demon's fake letters! The nerve!"

Ciel and Sebastian gave each other a quick suspicious glance. Demon's fake letters?

"The demon told us the grim reapers of Scotland sent the letters so we would dispose of him for them," Sebastian explained. Grell had steam come out of his head.

Grell stormed back and forth in a rage, the news that the demon accused the grim reapers of the fake letters hitting a sensitive nerve in the reaper. Ciel watched him cautiously, but after the first five minutes he became bored of him.

"Sebastian, we shall be paying Lord Varvossa a visit tomorrow afternoon," Ciel said and Grell stopped mid stomp.

"Yes, my Master," the butler said as he bowed. The pair turned and started walking away, but Grell called after them.

"I am going with you," Grell stated as he walked up, "that demon accused reapers of something they could handle themselves… I will not let him get away with it."

Sebastian was about to protest, but Ciel spoke first. "Very well," he smirked at the butler, "Sebastian would absolutely love your company and help."

The butler looked down at the young Master unhappily. "Yes, my Lord," he said reluctantly. Grell's face lit up and he ran up to Sebastian, but fell on his face after the demon dodged his tackle. He recovered from his fall quickly and held Sebastian's ankle, purring in delight.

"Grell!" Ciel said in a assertive tone and the reaper perked up. "We will meet at the crossroads to Varvossa's castle tomorrow before dusk. Until then, unhand Sebastian!" Despite the young Lord's small stature, he had a commanding presence that always surprised the reaper.

Grell stood up and dusted himself off. "Fine." Grell took out a Cinematic Record and checked something. "I have a few to collect, anyway."

The reaper grinned, and with a snap he closed the book and stuffed it back into his coat. He looked at Sebastian, winked, and blew a kiss. "See you tomorrow, Bassy."