Ciel was livid. It had been an hour since the Inn keeper and the group of unwashed peasants burst into his bed room, waking him from his sleep and demanding he do something about the beast stealing their children. Lucile, he knew, was wandering about the Inn trying to find a solution to her irritation. But where was Sebastian? If Ciel knew the demon as well as he thought he did, he knew the answer would lie with Lucile. That butler of his had some queer fascination with tormenting her. If he didn't know better, he would say the demon loved her. An acidic sickness rose in Ciel's stomach at the thought them together. Lucile was beautiful, yes, probably one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen in his thirteen years of life but that didn't dissuade from the fact that, morally, it was wrong.
Lucile finally came back and the furious look on her face made it evident that Ciel's theory was correct. She had been with Sebastian, whether she had wanted to be or not. At first she paid him no mind as she stomped over to the window to stare out at the pinky-blue sky, but then she realized he was awake.
"I didn't wake you, did I?" she asked looking at his reflection in the window. Ciel continued to stare at her coldly although it wasn't her he was annoyed at, "No. I was already awake."
Lucile frowned and turned to face him properly just as Sebastian rejoined them.
"Awake so early, Young Master?" he asked with a deep, graceful bow.
"No thanks you to." Ciel muttered angrily, "You do realize it's your job to stay by my side, do you not?"
"I do, my Lord. However, when I left you momentarily to start breakfast preparations, you were sleeping so soundly." the butler replied. Ciel narrowed his eyes; Sebastian couldn't lie to him, but that didn't mean he had to tell Ciel everything either. He may have been making 'breakfast preparations' as he claimed, but there was no denying that he had been annoying Lucile as well.
"Well in your absence, the boy was kidnapped. Those people from yesterday almost broke down the door coming in here to tell me." Ciel growled. Sebastian dropped to one knee and bowed his head,
"My deepest apologies, my Lord." he said although Ciel knew he didn't really mean it. Still, it did make him feel a little better.
"I guess that means the gypsies are in the clear then." Lucile said with a smug undertone to her voice. Ciel sighed; it seemed as though she was correct, however he couldn't shake the feeling he had about them. It just seemed too easy to find Barret.
"It seems we have no other option." he stated, "We have no more clues and all the evidence we have points to Barret. Sebastian, this is an order; arrest Barret on the charges of kidnapping and murder." His conviction was halfhearted and he knew it. But this no other leads, it was all he could do.
"Yes, my Lord." Sebastian said before disappearing, leaving Ciel alone with Lucile.
"You don't think it was him, do you?" she asked after a moment. Ciel fell back into his pillows and stared at the ceiling,
"No. I don't. But what I believe and what is are two different things." he replied. Lucile made no other comment on the subject. He knew that she didn't think the gypsies did it, but she was also having a hard time believe that her uncle, her own blood, could be capable of something like that as well, even if she didn't want to admit it.

Barret was waiting for Sebastian in the mouth of his cave. He already knew what had happened and wasn't going to fight it.
"I am sorry to do this." Sebastian said as he neared the cave. Barret let out a ragged breath,
"No, you're not. I have never met a demon who cares about anything but himself, no offense." Barret replied gruffly. Sebastian smiled, although it was ultimately true that demons cared about only themselves, Barret was wrong in this case.
"If it's any consolation, my master and I don't think you're the one behind all this." he said as he secured the large man's hands behind his back. Barret huffed,
"What you think doesn't matter. All the evidence points to me and it's only my word against it. I'm not going to resist; imprison me if you have to but as soon as more kids start goin' missing, and you know they will, the truth will come out." he said. They walked in silence most of the way through the forest until Sebastian's curiosity got the better of him.
"I would like, if I may, to ask you a question." he said stepping over a fallen tree. Barret shrugged, "No need to stand on ceremony for me."
"In that case, I'll be blunt. What does all this have to do with Lucile?"
Barret stopped walking and looked up to the sky. Sebastian surmised that the big Lycan hadn't bet on him figuring it out. And, in truth, he hadn't but it was obvious that Lucile fit in the puzzle somewhere.
"You wanna know the truth?" Barret asked, "I'll tell ya, but you have to swear not to breathe a word of it to her. I don't care how you wanna do it, make a deal or whatever, but you cannot tell her."
"No deal is necessary. You have my word, I won't tell her anything." Sebastian said honestly, and he wouldn't. Not until the situation called for it, at least. Barret gave him a sidelong glance, trying to work out whether he was being sincere or not, but eventually decided that there was no evidence to suggest the butler was lying.
"You may not believe it, but her ancestor, Marius Wolfsblood was a god among our kind. He was the strongest Lycan ever to live; they said that he was the son of two purebred Lycans which was why he was so strong."
"But isn't it only possible for two Lycans to breed once every century? How can there be two purebreds?" Sebastian asked curiously. Barret seemed mildly surprised that Sebastian knew about Lycan lore, but from the expression the bigger man gave him next, Sebastian could tell there was much more that he, or Undertaker even, didn't know.
"You must still be young, boy." Barret said earning a raised eyebrow from Sebastian. In demon terms, yes he was, but it was astounding how Barret could pick that piece of information up from just one question.
"What you said is true, we can only mate with our own kind successfully when the God's Moon rises in the sky. But that doesn't mean it's not entirely impossible for us to breed whenever we want. However, there can be...side effects." Barret told him.
"And one of these side effects was unparalleled strength?" Sebastian assumed. Barret nodded once, "So you do know a little about Marius. I'm impressed. Yes, Marius had strength that could rival even the most powerful of your kind, however he couldn't control himself when it happened. That power was passed down through his bloodline, but it got weaker with every generation. For example, I'm physically stronger than most Lycans but I'm nothing compared to my father. We had believed that he was the last to be able to do it for a short amount of time, that was until my brother, Marcus was born. He killed his mother coming into this world and we knew that he had the gift. Marcus grew to be the strongest Alpha since Marius himself and his mate, Annamaria was something else all together. I have never met anyone with such stubbornness and willpower as her. When they announced that they were expecting, a great joy was spread throughout the entire Lycan community, not just our pack.
"Since you seem to know a bit about Lycans, I guess you know that when a pureblood is born, both parents die, right? Well, not Lucile's. Anna was determined to see her baby grow up and Marcus wasn't going to let anything happen to the woman he loved, so with his and my mate's help, Anna survived the birth."
"If Lucile's mother is alive-"
"She's not. During the birth, there was a coup. Marcus was forced to leave to sort it out and left me to look after Anna and Lucile. There was a fight and he got pinned down, for some reason he couldn't, or wouldn't, use his strength. By the time I got there it was too late, with his last breath he told me to look after Lucile. I promised him I would do everything in my power to protect her, but Anna had been killed and my mate had taken the baby somewhere I couldn't follow. I spent years trying to track them both down and when I finally found Olivia, she was barely alive and there was no sign of Lucile anywhere. It was the small hope I had that she was alive somewhere that kept me going all these years." Sebastian let everything Barret had told him sink in, Lucile's past was beginning to open up before him and his understanding of her nature was making more sense. The stubbornness she had obviously received from her mother, and her strength was hereditary. But despite all that, his question hadn't been answered.
"I can see you're still trying to work out the point to my story." Barret said, "Lucile is the rightful queen of the Lycans, heir to the Aconitum Pack and the last of the Wolfsblood line. Try to think like a male Lycan." All at once the answers to so many questions came crashing down on Sebastian; Lucile wasn't just a key to different locks, she was the key. Now he understood why the gypsy woman and Lash were so desperate to get Lucile away from Sebastian and Ciel; if she didn't mate, be it with a human or Lycan, that would be the end of the Wolfsblood line, Aconitum Pack and the Lycan royalty in one hit. Now it was obvious why Lash had been intent on her being with him. Sebastian clenched his fist, he should have let the mutt die.
"My niece is the prize catch of the century. That's not to say that she's stupid enough to fall for the first pup to bring her a deer, but she's young and naive. She needs someone to look after her until the time is right. I'm sure that's why Olivia left her with the little Lord and his family."
"She's stronger than you think." Sebastian said already sensing what Barret was trying to say. He'd had enough of that kind of talk from Undertaker, and honestly speaking, he just didn't want to have to play babysitter to Lucile. He had enough to do as a butler.
"And she's weaker than you think." Barret said mysteriously. Sebastian had grown tired of their conversation; he'd learned what he wanted to know and if they kept stalling Ciel would be angry. So, ending the conversation with a clipped, cold sentence, Sebastian took Barret back to where Lucile and Ciel were waiting to go home.

Mey-Rin, Finny, Bard and Tanaka were all standing out the front of the mansion when Sebastian finally halted the carriage Lucile and Ciel were sitting in. Lucile's bones were shaking with anticipation as she stepped onto the packed ground and waited for Ciel to join her. After a short greeting, their master retired to his study to await a snack and some tea leaving his servants to do a little catching up. Lucile was following the party inside when a loud, joyous howl made her shudder. Pluto came bounding around the corner, naked, and plowed into her. Lucile fell to the ground as the demon dog licked her face and anywhere else he could reach. She was about to kick him off when he was suddenly lifted high into the air by his collar.
"Finny, you were supposed to keep him chained up while we were away." Sebastian said coolly as Lucile got to her feet and glared at the dog. Pluto grinned at her and barked happily and as soon as Sebastian put him back on the ground, he clutched onto Lucile's leg.
"Please tell me that's his tail." she groaned closing her eyes. Sebastian's dark chuckle told her otherwise. She kicked the man-dog away in disgust and stormed into the safety of the mansion.
"Is there anything special you'd like, Miss?" Bard asked with a grin, still laughing at the display he'd just witnessed between her and the dog-man.
"A bath would be sublime." she muttered under her breath. She felt Sebastian breeze past her and his soft voice shortly followed.
"Would you like me to prepare one for you?" he whispered quickly. Lucile glared harshly at his back and suppressed the urge to punch him; when would his constant teasing cease?!
"Miss Lucile?" Bard asked having completely missed the passing comments. Lucile turned to him, a smile was firmly planted on his face and his lovely blue eyes sparkled with happiness.
"I would love a cup of tea." she told him as she felt the weight on her shoulders lift momentarily. She was home. Her real home, with her real family. Lash and Delphine may have been members of her own kind, but she didn't feel like this with them.
"Tea it is." Bard said still smiling brightly as Finny closed the door behind them, locking Pluto outside. She walked with the young gardener to the kitchen while Bard went on ahead with Mey-Rin.
"I'm sorry about Pluto, Lucy." Finny said pulling on the drawstring of his straw hat, "I didn't think he would do that..." Lucile smiled at the young boy knowing full well that Sebastian had blown things way out of proportion. Asking Finnian to chain or lock anything up wasn't going to end well, after all the boy had spent majority of his life locked inside a secret experimental facility.
"It's okay. I know you don't like to chain him up, even if he is too much trouble than he's worth. I blame Sebastian for not giving him enough training." she said with a sly smirk. The truth was, the only other person Pluto loved more than Lucile was Sebastian. He was a demon hound after all. And of course his previous master - the woman in Houndsworth. Lucile's smirk turned into a grimace at the memory of the soft spoken Angela. She may have had everyone else fooled, but Lucile knew there was more to her than she let on.
"Lucy?" Finny called waving his hand in front of her face. Lucile blinked and realized she had stopped walking.
"Sorry, did you say something?" she asked when she saw the curious look on the boy's face. He shook his head,
"You just suddenly stopped." he replied. Lucile gave him the best smile she could muster and patted his shoulder,
"I'm just tired. It's been a long trip." she lied. Finny's shoulders relaxed and he smiled easily back at her, his lighthearted giggle erupting from his lips.
"I'm so happy you're all home!" he said gleefully. Lucile's smile grew wider as the two continued down to the kitchen. Bard had just boiled the water when Lucile sat down on one of the chairs near the back door and the cook was soon joined by Sebastian who was busying himself with making Ciel's snack.
"You know, since I'm technically the cook, I should be the one making that." Bard said after placing Lucile's tea in front of her. Sebastian looked up at the blonde haired man and arched a fine eyebrow but didn't say anything. He didn't need to. It was known that Bard wasn't hired for his cooking skill. However they had to keep up appearances.
"Back two minutes and he's already taken over my damn kitchen again." Bard muttered quietly causing Lucile to chuckle into her cup. Sebastian heard her and did his eyebrow thing again but still didn't say a word. Without anything to do, Bard took the seat opposite Lucile and started reading through the news paper, his cigarette hanging from his lips. Lucile sipped her tea and watched as Sebastian flitted back and forth around the kitchen. She'd never really paid much attention to him while he was cooking, but now that he was her only source of entertainment, she noticed just how graceful he really was. He seemed to glide on the air itself as he moved, cutting with expert precision and never getting anything on his crisp white shirt or grey vest. She wondered how someone as beautiful as Sebastian could be so evil and cruel. It truly was a terrible twist of fate.
As he placed the tart he'd just made into the oven to cook, he caught Lucile watching him. For a fraction of a second he seemed genuinely surprised; the world stopped moving as the two began a conversation without words. He looked at her, for once without any intent or malice, and she felt his gaze deep within her sole stirring those emotions still so unfamiliar to her. His eyes dropped to her neck and a whisper of a smile tugged at his lips. She knew he was thinking of the basement of the Inn and immediately turned away from him. He'd ruined the quiet moment once again with his disturbing perversion.
"Ba-rd!" Finny sang as the back door swung open, allowing the bright, warm sunlight to enter the kitchen.
"Wh-at?" Bard sang back in a deeper, uninterested tone without putting the paper down.
"I need your help with something. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do with it." Finny said cryptically. Bard put the paper down and frowned at the boy, blowing out a puff of smoke.
"What is it?" he asked, his interest piquing.
"I don't know. Just come help me." Finny said and then caught sight of Sebastian, "Oh Sebastian, I thought you were busy. Could you come help me instead?"
"I am busy. Bard will help you." Sebastian replied, his smile easing the harshness of his words. Bard's shoulders slouched as he stood up, sighing.
"Fine, fine. I'll help you." he said walking towards Finny, "Where is it?" The door closed with a thud that was too loud in the quiet kitchen. Lucile sipped the last of her tea and reached over to pick up the news paper Bard had been reading.
"More tea?" Sebastian asked as he stood beside her, teapot in hand. Lucile looked up at him and blinked, he had been strange ever since he'd returned with Barret.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked him flat out, "And don't lie."
"I wouldn't even if I wanted to." he replied politely and poured her another cup of tea. To her surprise, Sebastian took the seat across from her and rested his chin on his gloved hands.
"I'll answer your question if you answer mine." he stated after a moment. Lucile frowned at him, she wasn't keen on making bets or deals of any kind with him. However his absurd behavior had been bugging her and the incessant need to know why had overpowered her rational mind.
"Fine. What's your question?" she asked leaning into the back of the chair and crossing her arms.
"I think I may have structured my sentence wrong." he said thoughtfully with his finger to his lips, "It's more of a request than a question." Lucile groaned and closed her eyes, she should have known there would be more to it than a simple yes or no question.
"Whatever. Just ask before I change my mind." she told him. When he didn't reply she opened her eyes to find his expression completely serious. His red eyes bore into her gold ones and she saw that he wasn't wearing his mask. This was a very honest, serious request for him.
"I want you to let me kiss you, just once." he told her, "Nothing else."
"Why?" was her reply. Lucile was wary of him, usually he just teased and tricked her into getting whatever he wanted, or waited until her defenses were lowered enough to strike. Like a viper. But he had never asked her to allow him to do it.
"I have something I need to figure out." he told her simply. Lucile shook her head, "I don't care about the reason you want to do it. I wanted to know why you felt as though you needed to ask my permission instead of just manipulating me into getting what you want." Sebastian smiled sadly,
"Because I want you to want me to kiss you. I've kissed you without your permission, while you were defenseless and out of boredom. But you've never actually wanted me to do it."
"You want me to beg you to kiss me?" she scoffed guessing the underlying message in his words. This wasn't about yes or no to him, he wanted to see if she could allow him control over her. Sebastian really was a bastard.
"I suppose you could say that, but simply asking will suffice."
"And if I say no?" she asked leaning forward and resting her elbows on the table. Sebastian smirked like he knew he already had the upper hand.
"Say no and I won't give you the answer you're dying to know." he replied. Lucile crossed her legs and fell back against the chair again, resuming her previous position with her arms folded over her chest, and weighed her options. If she were to give him what he wanted, she would have lost their game, however she would have her answer. But if she said no, she would keep the promise to herself and her dignity but be left wondering about the reason for his change of attitude. 'I have something I need to figure out.' His words danced around her mind; what did he think he could achieve with this other than momentarily claiming dominance over her? Making up her mind, Lucile stood and squared her shoulders.
"Fine. You win." she told him defiantly. Sebastian rose gracefully from his seat and floated over to her.
"I want you to mean it when you say it." he told her gently lifting her chin with his thumb and forefinger. Lucile glared up at his beautiful face and clenched her jaw. The more she glared at him, the more she felt her anger soften. She studied his features; his slender face and fine cheekbones, his sharp crimson eyes, his pale, smooth skin, and finally his soft lips. Lucile recalled the first time he'd held her like that. They had just returned from rescuing Ciel's fiancee, Lady Elizabeth Midford and curiosity had gotten the better of her about a claim he'd made. 'My tongue can tie knots in cherry stalks.' he'd boasted. Now that curiosity was beginning to stir again and she realized that she had wanted him to kiss her then.
"Sebastian," she whispered, her voice sounding too feminine to her, "do you remember what you said about the cherry stalks?"
"Yes." he replied, his voice barely a whisper in the quietness of the kitchen. Lucile could feel her cheeks become hot as she struggled to speak her next words. A lump formed in her throat and her hands began to shake. She had seduced many men before, muttering sweet things that would make the boldest of women blush, but when confronted with this man, she had no control. She hadn't noticed the distance between them slowly decreasing but with his lips almost brushing hers, Lucile finally managed to speak.
"Kiss me..." she breathed. His mouth was on hers instantly, gently massaging her own. It wasn't like any of the times before, this was something else entirely. The kitchen, the manor, London itself melted away beneath her feet. Her mind buzzed with activity but focused only on him. Electricity met with fire and burned her soul almost as if she was able to taste heaven.
She jumped as his tongue slipped in between her teeth and swirled around her own. She had never felt anything like it, and it was incredible. She had often wondered what Sebastian tasted like in the privacy of her mind, but she had never imagined it to be like this. He was like the finest vintage of wine, sweet and bitter and just Sebastian. But like all good things, it was over too soon. As his lips disappeared from hers, Lucile was left wanting and breathing hard. The sweet smell of pastry filled her senses as her consciousness floated down from its elated ecstasy. The feather-like touch of silk brushed against her cheek making her eyes flutter open.
"Find what you were looking for?" she breathed but the demon didn't reply. Instead he showed her his most secretive smile, the one she found the most beautiful in the world.

Undertaker was busy preparing a corpse for its funeral when the familiar shiver up his spine alerted him she was near by. It had been weeks since he'd last seen the precious she-wolf. He'd missed her, missed her too much he feared. But she was finally within his grasp once again and his fingers had been aching terribly to touch her soft skin again. The creaking of the door being opened greeted his ears and he dropped the corpse's hand in favour of meeting with his customers.
"Why, the Earl of Phantomhive, what service do you require today? Perhaps you're here for a fitting? Or is there something more deliciously morbid I can help you with?" he asked while glancing between the young Earl and his demon butler beneath his silvery bangs. He had been sure she was with them.
"We need information." Ciel Phantomhive informed him, "I suppose you'll be wanting your usual payment, yes?"
"No luck with the beggars." His mood lightened as soon as her voice reached his ears. Ah! There she was! All sadness and anger swirling beneath an angelic face! She was perfect in his eyes, the epitome of everything he could ever want. Yet she was just out of his grasp. Her golden eyes fell on his face and a smile graced her lovely, pink lips. His heart soared - oh it was a smile just for him. How it stung with such cruel sweetness.
"Undertaker, it's good to see you." she said happily, her mood shift was so obvious that the demon butler by her master's side shot her a curious look.
"Pleasantries can wait, Lucile." Ciel chastised coldly, "Actually..." The young Earl's face twisted in something akin to amusement. His bright blue eye flicked over to Lucile.
"Why don't you handle this." he told her indicating Undertaker's payment for information they sorely needed. Lucile blinked down at the little Earl, dumbstruck at his request.
"Young Master, I really don't think Miss Lucile would be-"
"That suits me fine." Undertaker said before he could control his thoughts. Ciel nodded approvingly and ordered his butler to follow him outside where the two would wait patiently. Lucile's thin shoulders dropped as she watched the door close, the pain of rejection stung Undertaker more than he cared to admit.
"Is my company not pleasing to you?" he asked trying his hardest to keep the disappointment out of his voice. Lucile shook her head immediately, the small action lightened his mood once more.
"I just don't think I'm funny..." she admitted softly, her gaze falling to the ground. Undertaker grinned widely and floated over to her.
"Dance with me again." he said taking her hand, "If you can't make me laugh, at least spin with me a few times." Lucile smiled and let him puller her into his arms. This would be as close as he would ever get to having her as his own; she, whether she knew it or not, was already promised to another. But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the small moments that came with her friendship. The pretty she-wolf rested her cheek on his shoulder and sighed deeply,
"I missed you while we were away." she told him, her warm breath kissing his skin through his hair, "I really could have used your advice..."
"I'm here now, Pretty Wolf. Speak those troubling thoughts that weigh heavy on your mind, and I shall be the light that guides you through them." he whispered gently. He would never tell anyone except for the corpses he fixed, but the joy he felt at her confession was astronomical. He finally found something he could do that Sebastian Michaelis couldn't. The demon may have her heart, but he did not have all of it. There was a place reserved for the Shinigami.
Lucile's sigh brought him back to their conversation, "I just don't know what to do anymore. While we were away, I met another Lycan. He asked me to be his mate..."
"You can't." Undertaker said all too quickly, prophesied words and his own feelings swirl within his mind, both saying different things but meaning the same. Lucile could not and would not be with the male Lycan. She was already promised to another. Lucile leaned back and looked him in the eyes, well if they weren't covered by his bangs.
"Why not?" she asked as if she was considering his offer. Undertaker grinned to hide his thoughts,
"You would be forced to leave your home and your precious Ciel. Could you do that? Devote yourself to someone you don't know?" he asked her. Lucile lowered her gaze, she had already realized the truth before he said it. No. She couldn't leave them, or at least she couldn't leave Ciel. Her love for the little Earl was too strong. But the expression on her pretty face told him that she had tried. Something, or rather someone, had brought her back.
"Lucile, my sweet, melancholic lupus." he cooed as he brushed a thick wavy strand of hair out of her face, letting his fingertips linger on her skin just a moment longer, "Your path is not an easy one, but if when you feel as though you're lost, trust in the seal upon your neck. It will lead you to the right answer."
"This seal..." Lucile scoffed as if she'd just eaten something far too bitter, "I met another Lycan, after he tried to kill me and my friend. He says he's my uncle."
"You don't seem happy about that." Undertaker stated; he'd been aware that Lucile's father had an elder brother, but he hadn't known the great beast was still alive.
"We had to arrest him for kidnapping the children." she told him though he could sense there was something else she wasn't telling him. Something she wanted to keep a secret. Undertaker released the girl and spun on his booted heel, his robes whirling around him, and stared up at the large spiderweb hanging in the corner of the room as he tried to think. What could she possibly be hiding from him? She didn't seem happy about discovering her uncle, nor was she pleased about his arrest. So did she believe he did it, or didn't she? And who was the young male Lycan she'd met? As far as he knew, she was the only one in the area. The Aconitum Pack's territory spread from London to Cardiff and so there shouldn't be another Lycan pack for miles, unless they had finally decided to encroach on the Wolfsblood territory. Or it could be her...Undertaker shook his head. No, she wouldn't be stupid enough to attempt such a thing. Yet the feeling began to crawl under his skin like a splinter.
"What's wrong?" Lucile asked him curiously.
"Nothing, Pretty Wolf." he said with a large smile in place, he would need more time to think about this issue, "I'm sure the little Earl will be getting impatient." He felt Lucile's gaze linger on him a moment longer before she went to retrieve her master. With a deep sigh, the ex-Shinigami legend forced all of his distractions into the coffin in the back of his mind and put on his best, glorious smile. Lucile had paid him and now he had to deliver the information her master required.

UNDERTAKER! 3

So I just wanted to take a moment to say hello to the new subscribers - Hello! and that you for following this story (and or me) and leaving such lovely feedback. You're all beautiful 3

To the next item of business; I mentioned a few chapters ago that I was considering doing a sequel depending on the reaction the ending of this story got. Well, I've done a little more thinking and I've decided if I do actually write a sequel it will include Alois and Claude as well as everyone from Noah's Ark Circus, and focus a lot more on Lucy and Sebby's relationship and will most likely be much darker. Your thoughts on this would be greatly appreciated too, so let me know what you think and if there's enough support for it I might add a sneak peak in the next chapter update.

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