Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler or anything affiliated with it. Black Butler belongs to Yana Toboso. Original characters are mine.
The loud horn of a train echoed throughout the huge station that the Earl of Phantomhive and his servants were standing in. Several trains sat immobile on their tracks, people from all over boarding them to make it to their next destination. The station was particularly busy as passengers boarded and settled themselves, porters loaded luggage and supplies onto the train cars, and train engineers checked to make sure each machine was working smoothly.
Sera stood next to Sebastian, her eyes lazily observing all the ruckus while the young earl said farewell to the other Phantomhive servants. It had only been a couple of weeks since the Mrs. Turner fiasco, and already the Queen had another job for her guard dog.
Baldroy and Mey-Rin stood listening aptly to their orders, but Finny seemed to be in a world of his own.
"Goodbye, young Master," Mey-Rin said. "I hope you have a nice trip."
"Yes," Ciel acknowledged, quite ready to get this trip started and over with.
Sera bent down so she was eye level with the earl. "Are you sure I still have to come?" She was pulled back up by a grip on the back of her shirt.
"Yes, you have to come," Sebastian said, fixing the wrinkles in her clothes. "The master wishes it so, and his wishes shall be met."
Sera frowned and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "We both know it's not just the master's wishes. You seem to have turned pathetically co-dependent." She jumped as she felt a pinch on her rear. "Hey!"
"That's enough out of you," Sebastian ordered playfully as he discretely pulled his hand away from her bum. His lips quirked as she soothed the minor sting.
Sera scowled, rubbing indignantly at her bottom. "I'm just saying. How can I be called a housekeeper if I'm not there to keep the house?"
Ciel's lips quirked at Sera's astute observation of her job title.
"Now I expect you lot to try and behave yourselves while we're away." Sebastian said, addressing Baldroy and Mey-Rin while ignoring his mate.
It turns out Sebastian spoke to soon as Finny came bounding out of nowhere.
"A train sounds lovely!" The young gardener skipped around the station, hands touching everything, peeking into the windows of the train cars, all the while vocalizing his excitement.
Baldroy yelled indignantly at the boy. "Finny! Quit runnin' around like a bloody loon!"
The chef's words fell on deaf ears as Finny continued his twirling, eyes closed as he sang a merry tune. Unfortunately, his self-distraction prevented him from noticing the train porters right behind him.
"Finny! Look out!" Sera yelled.
Too late, Finny bumped into a worker who was carrying a heavy crate, causing the man to slip and drop the heavy box to the floor, his hand being crushed beneath it. Finny fell as well, tripping over his feet and hitting his head against the concrete. He held his head in pain for a second before jumping to his feet and kneeling next to the blonde porter.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Finny cried as Mey-Rin and Baldroy ran up to the commotion.
"Is everything ok?" Mey-Rin asked. As the maid reached out to help the blonde worker pick up the crate, a gruff voice sounded from the door of the train car.
"Don't touch! That's a valuable, scholarly acquisition." The man who spoke was dressed very nicely, a neat, grey mustache situated above his mouth, and a lit cigar peeking from his lips. "Do you have any idea what it's worth?"
The three Phantomhive servants looked down into the half open crate to see a sarcophagus holding a shriveled, decaying mummy inside. While Baldroy and Finny, gasped and backed away, Mey-Rin was almost mesmerized at the sight.
"It's a mummy." Ciel observed with a bored tone. The earl had wandered over as well, his butler and housekeeper right behind him.
Sebastian had an interested look on his face as he gazed at the sarcophagus inside the crate. "Egyptian antiquities are quite popular these days. The moneyed classes have taken an interest in them as collector's items. A mummy would be prized indeed."
Baldroy backed away, nervous sweat running down his face as he gazed at the rotting body. "Who'd want to collect that thing?"
"I agree, Baldroy," Sera said. "Honestly I've never understood the human fascination with collecting long desecrated bodies."
Suddenly a bespectacled man wearing a long, black priest's robe walked over to the crate and kneeled before it, bowing his head in prayer.
"Dear Lord, please forgive your children."
"Weirdo," Sera whisper sang to Sebastian, smiling at her mate's quiet chuckle.
The priest performed the sign of the cross and stood as the artifact collector clapped his hands.
"Pack it up immediately! And you'd best be careful."
"Yes, Sir!" The two porters said, covering the crate holding the mummy before lifting it once more.
As the blonde worker stood, the deep scratches covering the back of his right hand didn't go unnoticed by Ciel. The young earl narrowed his eyes, filing away that bit of information for later.
The priest performed the sign of the cross once more as he watched the sarcophagus being carried away. "I pray that no calamity befalls you for your actions."
"Can we go now?" Sera complained, eyeing the priest disdainfully. "I feel like if we stay any longer I might get baptized."
Saying their final farewells to the three Phantomhive servants, the earl, his butler, and his housekeeper boarded their train and made their way to the earl's private compartment. They quickly made themselves comfortable, Sebastian setting what little they had brought into their compartment with them onto the stacks above. Sera eagerly took a seat next to the window, giving a final farewell to Baldroy, Mey-Rin, and Finny, through the window while Ciel drearily sat himself across from her.
Soon enough, the train steadily made its way out of the station, gaining speed the further it went. It didn't take long for urban life to disappear just to be replaced by the rural country side. Rolling hills, grazing animals, and blue skies were the only things to be seen.
Deeming the train was settled enough in its journey, Sebastian stood from his spot next to Sera and retrieved a small basket. Setting it on the seat to his right, he pulled out the contents within. Inside was a small metal teapot, a portable burner, tea leaves, and a cup and saucer.
Sera gave her mate and his set up a once over, before turning away. Slouching a bit against the cushions, the demoness comfortably settled herself and lifted her feet to rest them on the opposite seat next to Ciel. Crossing her legs at the ankles, she merely grinned at the earl when he looked up at her in surprise. Ignoring the boy, Sera pulled a book from her skirt pocket and opened it to the last page she had left off.
"Do you mind, Sera?" Ciel asked irritably.
"Not at all," she simply replied, eyes engrossed on the book in her hands.
Sebastian frowned disapprovingly at her. "Sera, really. What would people think should they walk by our compartment and see you, a servant, behaving in such a way. I must ask that you condone yourself more appropriately."
Sera rolled her eyes. "Well since you asked so nicely." She sat up straight and fixed her legs, demurely placing her book in her lap while she crossed her legs once more at the ankle, her knees pressed tightly together. "Better?" She asked sarcastically.
"Much, thank you." Sebastian replied, busying himself once again with the tea.
"Where'd you get that book anyway?" Ciel asked, his cheek resting in his hand.
"Your library. I was sure you wouldn't mind. I don't often read human literature, but the premise of this one looked so interesting."
Ciel waved his hand absently, not particularly caring what she picked to read so long as she made sure to put it back.
"Master?" Sebastian interrupted. "May I offer you a cup of tea? I've always found the scent of Williamson and Magor's Summer Darjeeling to be the perfect complement to the view from a train window. Wouldn't you agree, Sir?"
The butler didn't get an answer. Sera looked up from her book to see Ciel looking dubiously out of the window, a sullen look on his face.
Sebastian held the teacup carefully in his hands, a smile on his face. "Come, my lord, we are meant to be acting as if we're off on holiday. We don't want to be found out; please try to muster up a bit of levity." The demon smiled in encouragement.
Ciel sighed in annoyance. "Yes, yes, I know."
"You too, Sera." Sebastian added. "I know you didn't want to come, but appearance is everything right now."
The demoness simply turned the page in her book, hiding her nose in it. "If it's acting you want then it's acting you'll get. I'm a servant; I'm not supposed to be happy. So I guess if you think about it, I'm not really acting."
Sebastian frowned at his mate before looking at his master. "You seem bothered of late. Have the Trancy's so preoccupied you?"
Sera peeked over the top of her book at the earl.
"They haven't." Ciel answered.
Sera could tell he was lying through his teeth.
"I am curious of course," the earl continued, "but for the moment that's all. The Queen's orders take priority over all else." Shifting across the seat to the opposite end, Ciel subtly moved the drapes covering their compartment window to peek out into the hallway.
Setting her book aside, Sera moved next to the earl to take a look at what had caught his interest. She smiled down at the earl when he looked behind himself to give her an uncomfortable look at her proximity. Ignoring her, he turned back to the task at hand.
"That's Lord Ackroyd then? And the kidnapped boy was his only son."
Outside was a middle-aged man, looking everything but calm. He was glancing around in fear, jumping at every motion, almost as if he thought a bomb would go off at any moment. In his arms he clutched a bag tightly to his chest, seemingly afraid it would be ripped away from him.
"Yes," Sebastian answered. "If the police are informed, the hostage will be summarily killed. The instructions Lord Ackroyd received indicated he should deliver the ransom on this train."
"A ransom of 5,000 pounds, was it?" Ciel asked, still studying the man outside.
Sera giggled, "Is that the going rate of a boy's soul these days? You humans have an interesting way of pricing these things. I would honestly be offended if someone tried to price my life so low." The demoness looked over at her mate and grinned, shifting down the seat till she was just across from him. "Seb…" she sweetly sang. "How much would you pay to get me back if I was taken from you?" She watched in delight as Sebastian's Adam's apple bobbed most ferociously as her foot ran gently along the length of his calve.
Sebastian looked over to his master, glad the boy was preoccupied with studying Lord Ackroyd outside, or at least the earl had the decency to pretend he was.
Reaching forward, Sebastian clasped her hands in his own and pulled her until she was standing before him. "I wouldn't need to pay a penny. The only payment that would be made is the price the captors would pay with their lives should you ever be taken from me, and I promise that will never happen."
The sound of the earl's voice turned Sebastian's attention from the astounded look on his mate's face.
Not knowing what to say to that declaration, Sera quietly sat herself on the seat next to Sebastian, her right hand still held in his left.
"The man responsible for the kidnapping must be on the train." Ciel said. "We'll find him, take him into custody, and rescue Lord Ackroyd's son. That should dispel Her Majesty's distress."
"Indeed." Sebastian replied, his hand tightening around his mate's.
Tired of sitting around and ready to get his investigation underway, Ciel decided to visit the lounge car. They had barely taken a step through the door when they were hit with an annoyingly loud voice.
"Ha ha! It's the find of the century I tell you! Yours truly discovered none other than the Pharaoh Smenkhkare hidden deep within the Valley of Kings!"
Sera frowned when she saw it was the same man from the station who yelled at Finny and Mey-Rin for nearly touching the sarcophagus. He had his arm wrapped around a woman's shoulders, and was surrounded by a small group of people, no doubt making his adventures sound more daring than they actually were.
"How crass for a man to brag about robbing a grave," Ciel said, giving the archeologist a disdainful look.
"I was fortunate enough to have met the pharaoh during his lifetime actually. I found him to be an affable man of impeccable virtue." Sebastian explained. He frowned as he put his hand to his chin in thought, "It's odd. Even taking into account the desiccation, his face is quite different than I remember."
Sera gave her mate a horrified look. "Forget about robbing the grave, how about robbing the cradle! How old are you?"
"Come now, Sera. We're immortal. Age is an insignificant factor when it comes to us."
Ignoring the demons, Ciel narrowed his eye. "The mummy is a fake then? Perhaps that means the archeologist is our kidnapper."
"I couldn't say, my lord," Sebastian replied.
Before any more deductions could be made, an excited moaning sounded at the other side of the car. Sera nearly choked in laughter at the near insane human with bloodshot eyes, who was holding a book closely to his face. He had wildly spiky hair and the orange bandana that was wrapped around his forehead wasn't helping his hairdo.
"The train that left St. Pancras at 9 o'clock will cross the Cambridge-bound route at Bedford at 10:18! Ohhh, this is thrilling! A great moment that's not to be missed! We reach Derby Station at 1:05… it'll be a slowdown. What with the weather, the porters will have a hard time with it! SEVEN MINUTES AT LEAST!
Ciel had a wary look on his face as he watched the psycho man. "Is he reading the timetables?"
"Yes, it appears so. In fact, I'd say he's developed a rather unhealthy obsession with them." Sebastian smiled in amusement.
"What kinds of people is this train carrying?" Sera questioned.
The demon and demoness followed the earl as he made to walk down the aisle towards the other side of the car. As it turns out, Ciel didn't get too far before his foot hit a bag that was sitting in the walkway.
"Careful, you damn brat!" A gruff voice yelled.
The man who yelled was an incredibly short but old man wearing purple suit and sporting a ferociously gray beard. He had an angry look about him, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance, as he glared at Ciel.
Sebastian bowed in apology, a smile on his face. "I see you're from Japan, my good sir. The scrollwork on your furoshiki wrapping cloth is exquisite." The butler reached down to pick up said cloth when the old man smacked him away.
"Hands off! This is a family heirloom." The old man held the bag close to his chest and away from Ciel, Sebastian, and Sera.
Ciel eyed the old man, his face blank but regal, giving nothing away as he studied the foreigner. What does he have inside there? Could he be hiding something? Ciel thought.
The earl looked up as a small old woman, even shorter than the old man, walked up to him.
"I'm sorry, my boy. My husband's so stubborn when it comes to his things. Please accept this as an apology." The old woman held out a small tray of three rice balls. Before anyone could answer though, she looked around Ciel and spotted Sera standing behind him. "Oh, my boy, is this your mother? She's very beautiful. Here, sweetie, take a rice ball."
Ciel stuttered at the false observation and looked to Sera to help clear up the confusion. He found she would be of no help though as she was turned away, attempting to hold in her laughter. Thankfully Sebastian interjected for him.
"Thank you, but no, my lord has already taken his tea."
"Oh yes, of course, I understand." The old woman said. She then stepped away, offering rice balls to other passengers on the train, all of whom were declining her attempts. "Would anyone else care for one? I have plenty. They're delicious. Some have bonito flakes and some have pickled plums! Here, please help yourself, sir!" The old woman had made it down to a blonde passenger who was not so appreciative of her generosity.
"I don't want your food, old woman. Everyone knows cholera is rampant in Asia. Are you trying to poison me?" He rudely asked, while his fellow passenger shooed the woman away.
"You know nothing!" The old woman's husband yelled, marching down the aisle towards the rude Englishman. "That isn't true!"
Suddenly, another man stood from his seat on the other side of the blonde man, begging the fighting to stop before it began. "Please, calm yourselves. Sir, don't you think it ungenerous to adopt that attitude when these travelers have journeyed so far to our great country?"
Sera noted that the man who stood was the priest from the station. She rolled her eyes. Oh great. Him again.
"Sod off!" The rude blonde yelled at the priest.
His attention was brought back to the old Japanese man as a bunch of yelling ensued. The priest then began to go on a tirade on how God brings people together for a reason, and just a seat behind the priest, the psycho time table obsessed man began to scream about more train times.
A huge ruckus soon ensued in the lounge car as yelling, preaching, and psychotic screaming sounded out.
"My, what a stir." Sebastian noted pleasantly.
"Easy for you to say," Sera added. "You're a demon. You thrive on discord."
Suddenly the door at the other end of the car slammed open, and a man in a trench coat and bowler hat burst through dramatically.
"Everyone, please control yourselves!" He twirled through the aisle, dodging the small riot in the train car, before stopping in front of Ciel and his servants. "Calm yourselves, resume your seats! I can understand why you're all uneasy." He addressed the crowd. "It's true that we're transporting an assassin on this train, but you mustn't worry. He is being kept under strict armed guard at all times. He's restrained and unable to move, but fear not-,"
The man suddenly stopped talking when he noticed how quiet it had gotten. Opening his eyes, he was met with shocked fear on the faces of all the passengers. He then realized that he had just given information of which everyone on the train was unaware of.
"RUN!" Someone screamed. Terrified wails followed as everyone jumped from their seats and started running toward the door that Ciel, Sebastian, and Sera were standing in front of.
Sebastian calmly picked up Ciel and maneuvered himself and Sera out of the aisle and into the area between two seats as the crowd rushed by them in fear.
The man that started the fiasco was less fortunate as the mob of people pushed him down and ran right over him in their attempt to get away from a threat that wasn't going anywhere as they were all stuck on the train with it.
As the crowd of people left leaving the lounge car empty save themselves, Sebastian sighed and set Ciel on the ground.
"Inspector Abberline. What are you doing here?" Ciel asked, looking down at the man sprawled on the floor.
Rolling around and up onto his feet with some difficulty regarding his injuries, Fred Abberline gasped in surprise, realizing who addressed him. "Oh, if it isn't the Earl of Phantomhive- AH!" The inspector tripped, and face planted himself into the floor at Ciel's feet.
Sighing, Ciel simply walked away towards the other end of the lounge car, not caring if the Scotland Yard inspector ever managed to pick himself up off the floor. Sebastian and Sera dutifully followed the earl and found themselves in the dining car.
Silently laughing with Sebastian over what a bumbling fool the human in the lounge car was, Sera suddenly found herself frozen in fear as she crossed the threshold into the dining car.
On the right side of the car, about three tables down was a demon. And not just any demon, but a first-class demon, a demon with the same level of power as Sebastian. A demon that hunted her in the past and attempted to capture her and make her his mate. A demon with golden eyes and the shadow of a spider. A demon that was none too happy when Sebastian caught her first.
Fierce golden eyes met frightened blood red.
Sera reached out and subtly caught the material at Sebastian's elbow.
Not missing a step, the butler smoothly looped her arm through his own and continued to follow Ciel down the aisle walking them closer towards the other demon than Sera wanted to be.
"It's all right, Sera," Sebastian whispered under his breath, too low for anyone else's ears but her own to pick up. "Just keep walking."
The fumbling of the Inspector banging clumsily into the dining car behind them distracted Sera from her fright.
As Ciel took his seat at a booth on the left side of the car that was just one table before the other demon, Sebastian waited for Sera to scoot down the seat across from Ciel before sitting himself beside her, almost like he was turning himself into a protective barrier.
It didn't matter where Sebastian placed himself though. Sera could still feel those golden eyes on her, making her skin crawl.
"Sera, are you alright?" Ciel asked.
The demoness looked up in surprise at the earl, nearly shocked at the look of concern on the young human's face. "Yes, of course; I'm quite alright. Why wouldn't you think so?"
"You're just much too quiet. Normally you're cracking jokes or making Sebastian uncomfortable."
Sera smiled in amusement at the earl. "Well, I'm glad to know you're getting used to me."
The Inspector dropped himself into the single booth across the aisle from them as a waiter came to take their orders.
The food appeared in no time, and Ciel calmly ate his afternoon snack while the Inspector unceremoniously dug into his own.
"Eel pie and mash really brings back memories," the Inspector sighed, cutting into his food. "Traditional English food just like mum used to make." He moaned in pleasure before looking over at the earl and his servants. "I say that was quite a fuss back there wasn't it?"
"Oh yes, a right stampede. If only we knew whose fault it was," Ciel replied sarcastically. He looked over at Sera anticipating her laughter at his joke but frowned when he found her sitting as stiff as a board, her eyes on the table before her. Filing her demeanor away for another time, Ciel addressed the Inspector once more.
"Should you be here? Sir Arthur is sure to call you on the carpet if he learns you dined with me."
"Oh, pish posh," Abberline waved his fork in dismissal. "What Sir Arthur doesn't know won't hurt him." He then dug back into his food, crumbs covering his mouth.
He doesn't seem to know about the kidnapping, Ciel thought. His eyes were then drawn to another passenger in the dining car that he hadn't taken notice of before.
The man was finely dressed in a top hat, black suit and a small shoulder cloak to match. The rays of the sun caused a glare to shine on his glasses, masking his eyes from the earl. The only thing on the man's table were a teapot, cream and sugar, as well as an untouched strawberry dessert.
Sebastian's red eyes were subtly glaring over his shoulder at the other demon, narrowing in disdain when those odious golden eyes caught his own under the brim of the top hat.
Sebastian felt Sera's hand clutch at his thigh, and he gently took her gloved hand in his own, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb until he felt the tension within her lessen. He felt her shift slightly closer to him until her thigh was pressed along his own.
Though he didn't show it, Sebastian was slightly surprised. Where had his wild, carefree, and fun loving mate gone? He'd never known her to show this level of fear, not even when he had cornered her in the forest and captured her. Or even when they chased down the psychotic Mrs. Turner.
He wasn't going to brush aside her fear though. Something was obviously going on and he'd be damned if he didn't find out and fix it for her. If he couldn't do that at least, then what kind of mate was he? The seal he put on her was an oath, and among the hundreds of promises he silently swore, the oath to protect her was paramount.
"Is there a problem?" Ciel asked, breaking Sebastian from his reverie.
Sebastian tightened his hold on Sera's hand "No, it's nothing young Master. Shall we?" He stood from his spot, pulling Sera up with him, blocking her from the other demon's view completely as he waited for both his mate and Master to walk before him to the car's exit.
"Oh, Ciel!" Abberline yelled with a full mouth, his words almost unintelligible. "If you don't rest between meals you'll ruin your stomach!"
The three left the car to the sound of the Inspector choking. They then made their way back through the lounge car and into the car of compartments, though it didn't matter how far away they got from the dining car. They could be in Timbuktu and it still wouldn't be far enough away for Sera's liking.
She did feel some tension leave her body the further they went, relaxing even more at the feeling of Sebastian's hand at the small of her back.
"Are you alright?" He whispered, his eyes checking the young earl walking in front of them before focusing on her.
Sera aimed a sweet smile up at him, one he'd never seen cross her face before. It was genuine, and one would say even pure if you could use that word to describe a demon's smile.
"I'm fine. Thank you for worrying." Mid step she stood on her tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss on the lips, her fingers playing along his jaw.
Sebastian grabbed her hand before she could pull it away and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. She gave him another beaming smile before interlocking their fingers and focusing her eyes ahead once more.
He didn't know what this feeling was, but he very much liked it. His chest felt light, and he was happy… but it was more than that. He'd have to think on this later and do some research; he'd never heard of this level of devotion between a demon and his mate. It didn't feel wrong though.
"All in all there are quite a few suspicious characters on this train," Sebastian said to Ciel, catching the earl's attention.
"Yes," Ciel pondered, continuing his walk towards their compartment. "A priest with a tattoo, a sham archeologist, a surly Japanese man, a maniac obsessed with timetables. Quite a group, but I doubt our man would want to stand out."
"Let's not forget the assassin who's traveling on board as well," Sera noted.
A man passed by them from behind, scooting passed Sebastian and Sera in the cramped hallway, lowering his hat over his eyes. "Excuse me."
Ciel's eyes widened on the blonde man's hand, noting the scratch marks on the back of it, those same marks which were made on the porter's hand who had been helping load in the sarcophagus. Ciel remembered when Finny had bumped into him, causing the man to drop the heavy crate onto the ground, his hand caught between the wood and the concrete. He wasn't dressed as a porter now though. He was in normal civilian clothes.
Ciel reached out and latched onto the man's arm before he could go any further. "You're the porter I saw back at the station. What are you doing on the train dressed as a traveler?"
The man's eyes widened before they narrowed in anger. "Damn!" He shrugged off Ciel's hand before bolting down the hallway.
"He's the kidnapper!" Ciel yelled before racing after him, Sebastian and Sera following close behind.
The kidnapper had a good distance between them, running out the car's exit and slamming the door. They heard a loud clang just before Ciel managed to throw the door open.
"Stop!" Ciel shouted, growling in anger as the kidnapper laughed and closed the door to the caboose.
They stood and watched as the caboose fell away from the rest of the train, the kidnapper having managed to separate the very last car.
"Don't let him go, Sebastian!" Ciel ordered.
The butler placed his hand over his heart. "My lord." He then quickly turned to his mate. "Sera, keep watch over the master."
Sera reached out, a part of her thinking she could grab hold of him and keep him next to her, but the rational part of her knew that she couldn't. "But Sebastian-,"
The demon grabbed her hand and gave it a quick squeeze. "It'll be ok." Pecking her quickly on the forehead, Sebastian leapt from the car they were standing in to land on the platform of the caboose, quickly disappearing inside.
Sera swallowed down the fear and took a deep breath. She had a job to do. Sebastian told her to look out for Ciel and look out for him she would. Her hand slightly shook, but she clenched it tightly to stop the tremors. She shouldn't be like this; she hated this feeling. She knew the reason why though. It was sitting on this train enjoying a cup of tea while her mate faded away from sight.
She took a deep breath, she could do this.
"Come on, Sera! We have to find the boy!" Ciel yelled, racing back down the hallway of the compartment car, running towards the front of the train.
Yeah, she could do this.
I'm definitely spoiling ya'll lol XD This story is so much fun to write though, and I always enjoying hearing from everyone once I get a chapter out.
I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! Another chapter following the show's plot, but there's a lot of original material to come in the future. I had story ideas flowing through my brain last night while I was trying to fall asleep.
Thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter! It's so great being able to hear your thoughts on the characters, certain parts of the story, and Sera in general. I love hearing what ya'll think about her 3
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