The servants, including Lilliana, were cleaning most of the snow off the courtyard of the estate. It was a lot of work, but with their combined efforts, they were able to do a lot already, though, she was doing most of the work since the servants somehow managed to make more messes than necessary. However, one thing was on their minds. "I cant understand why can't we celebrate? Tomorrow is an important day for the young master," Finnian started to say.

"It's a special occasion, so I wish it could be flashy, lively, and fun, but . . .," Mey-Rin said, but they soon noticed a carriage heading their way. Only a few people would come at this time of year, but they soon knew who it was when they saw the blonde hair and pink dress.

"Hello everyone; I'm here," Lizzie said in her usual gleeful nature.

"Shit," Lilliana said under her breath before she greeted the young lady and her maid, Paula. She cleared her throat and said, "Hello, Lady Elizabeth. What brings you here today?"

"Oh, hello, Lilliana. I'm here to give Ciel something I'm sure he'll love," she said as she rushed to the front door, but Lilliana tried to stop her.

"I'm sorry, but my master has a very busy schedule today. Would you mind coming another time?"

"Aw, but I want to see him now! I'm sure when he sees me, he'll clear his schedule," she said as she finally pushed her away and pushed the door open effortlessly.

"Dammit. If I had my Death Scythe, I could have stopped her," she said under her breath.

"I can't wait until she gives him that ring. Afterwards, I can ring these bells. Jingle, jingle," Paula said with glee as she rang the jingle bells in her hands.

"Ring?"

"Oh, I don't mean ring, I meant-," Paula said in a frantic manner, but she sighed in defeat. "It's the present that my lady thought would bring a smile on her fiancé's face. I hope she's right," she said as she rushed for her master. Lilliana soon rushed in to prevent her from seeing Ciel, but it was too late since she was hugging him so tightly he could barely breathe. She rushed up to separate them, but she noticed that Sebastian wasn't doing anything, so she decided to not do anything either.

"Here, this is for you. Hurry up and open it, won't you," Lizzie said as she placed a small red present in Ciel's hands, but as he proceeded to open it, she noticed that the ring she thought was broken was on his thumb, completely repaired. She grabbed his hand and examined the ring. "Hold on a moment. I thought I broke this! How . . .?"

"Oh, fortunately, Sebastian was able to repair it," Ciel said.

"What? But it was chipped and I don't see any cracks!"

"Yes, but if I couldn't do something so simple-," Sebastian started to say, but was interrupted.

"Then what kind of butler would you be," Lilliana finished. He chuckled. Perhaps he has said that phrase one too many times.

"I see . . . Sebastian fixed it. That's . . . great news," Lizzie said in a heartbroken tone, which surprised everyone since she was usually so cheerful.

"So, what do you have in that box, Lady Elizabeth," Lilliana asked.

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing! It's a secret," she said in a suspicious tone as she forcefully grabbed the box out of his hands.

"Didn't you just say you were giving it to me," Ciel asked in utter confusion.

Lizzie let out a nervous laugh and she said coyly, "I was just teasing you. No proper lady would try to win her gentleman with material things. That would be disgraceful. Now, Paula, ring the bells."

"Y-Yes, my lady; jingle, jingle," Paula said as she rang the jingle bells again.

"Well, then, have a good day," Lizzie said as she and Paula quickly left the estate and into their carriage.

"So . . . what did Lizzie come here for," Ciel asked.

"Tomorrow is your birthday, my young lord. I imagine that's the reason," Sebastian said, but at those words, Ciel seemed to have a somber look on his face. "Why not hold a birthday party? After all, it seems there are others who wish to celebrate you, too."

Ciel was quiet, but soon muttered as he remembered the bitter memories, "My birthday . . . my mother would let me sleep in her bed and my father would give me a present. I had been eagerly looking forward to it. That day . . . my life changed. I will never see a happy birthday again." After a moment of silence, he finished as he walked away, "This is ridiculous. Bring tea to my room."

"Yes, my lord," Sebastian said, but he felt the sense of despair and pain in his master's sudden change of mood. He knew that his birthday was filled with painful memories of his parents' death and him being sold into ritualistic slavery, but all he wanted to do was help his young master recover from such a traumatic experience.

"I could only imagine why he wouldn't want to celebrate his birthday," Lilliana said.

"The pain is much deeper than you might think," Sebastian said.

"Don't forget that I collected his parents' souls, even though they were malformed. Everything went to shit on his birthday."

"That's why I was hoping the young lord would try to forget those memories through a birthday party."

"Good luck trying to convince him. He is a stubborn child."

"Elizabeth has vanished," Ciel asked.

"Yes. Her personal maid says she lost her while stuck in traffic in Islington," Sebastian explained.

"Then that's where we are headed. Honestly, what was she thinking?"

"First, young lord, you should look at this," Sebastian said as he handed him a letter from the Queen. Ciel took it from his hand and read what it had to say.

"These are the kidnappings Scotland Yard is frantically investigating that only targets young girls. Their bodies haven't been found, but they're most likely dead. The kidnapper sends a Hope piece to each victim in turn. I never thought the treasure I lost out on would come up again in this connection," he read as he examined the pictures of the young girls captured.

"What now, my lord," Sebastian asked.

"We dispel Her Majesty's worries; that's our first priority, no matter what happens and this time, I don't want to involve her with this."

Sebastian looked at him with shock as he said, "Why not? She could tell us if the girls are dead or not."

"I don't want her to interfere with our work. Besides, this might be a good break for you," Ciel said with a smile. "If I remember correctly, she is away on other duties right now, so we shouldn't bother her."

Sebastian sighed as he said, "As you wish, my lord."

"Same old, same old," Lilliana said as she looked at a Cinematic Record of another homeless young woman who died of hypothermia. This woman had an unfortunate life. She got pregnant at fifteen by a man who raped her and she was forced to bear the child, only for it to be a still born. Her parents threw her out, thinking it was all her fault and she has lived on the streets since. However, Lilliana has seen Cinematic Records like these all the time to the point it got boring. "Why can't someone live or die an original way for once?"

"Why did I have to come with you? You seem to handle things on your own. That brute, William, really thinks I'm just some useless woman who can't do shit," Grell said in annoyance.

"How many times do we have to tell you that it's your fault since you decided to work with Madame Red and murder some prostitutes? You even killed her since she wouldn't kill her own nephew!"

"How dare you? They were ugly creatures and I made them beautiful with their red blood and I killed Madame Red since she didn't have the guts to do what was necessary."

"For a neutral deity, you sure are biased."

"Oh, that's not hypocritical at all! You act more demon that Grim Reaper!"

"And that's why I'm a Rogue Reaper. If you were smart, you would shut up."

"But why do I have to play the role of a leashed dog especially since my 'master' is nothing more than a burden!"

"He said he wanted you to learn how I handle my Rouge Reaper behavior on the job; a lesson you desperately need. You can't get your old post back until you collect some truly troublesome souls."

"Why did that rotten sadist have to task me such a distasteful mission? Though, I must confess that I like rotten food now and then and those cold, brooding eyes of his could warm me up on a freezing night," Grell said as he embraced himself.

Lilliana rolled her eyes as she said, "Anyway, we're done here. We just have one more soul to collect and we'll be done for the night."

"I don't want you to finish. The sooner you get back to your petty maid job, the more time you have to seduce my Bassy!"

"How many men are you in love with?"

"Only a few and I love them all equally. Still, I would love it if you didn't put your filthy hands all over my delicious demon."

"Which one: Sebastian or my brother."

"Oh, I haven't seen Bastille in such a long time! How is he? Is he as delectable as ever," Grell said with lust in his voice. Lilliana got angry and pulled out her Death Scythe.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I hate it when you talk about him like that?"

"And how many times do I have to tell you that I don't want you defiling my dear Bassy! I think at this point, were even."

Lilliana soon lowered her Death Scythe and said, "Like I said, one more soul and then we're done for the night."

"You can go ahead and collect it. I'm going to find Bassy," Grell said as he hopped onto the roof of a house and started jumping roof to roof.

"Hey, we have to do this together! Come back here, you bitch," she said as she chased after him.

The chase continued for a while until they heard a familiar voice said, "Don't start rutting here!"

"A gentleman looking for a mate? Perhaps I can help. Oh, my heart's going pitter-patter at the thought," Grell said as he stopped suddenly. "I am a hunter of love! My heart is ablaze seeing sexy prey before me! Red is the color of fiery passion and I am flaming. Red and heat, sending sparks flying! I spot a gorgeous man!" However, his monologue was stopped as Lilliana bumped into him and they both fell to the ground. Luckily, they both landed on their feet, but the feud continued. "Hey! Watch where you're going! You could have killed me!"

"You dumbass; we're Grim Reapers! We don't die easily like humans can! Besides, you're the one who stopped for no fucking reason!"

"How rude! You don't even apologize for pushing me?! I think those are fighting words," he said as he pulled out his deadly safety scissors.

Lilliana laughed. "How can you possibly beat me when I have an actual Death Scythe?"

"They may be small, but I can assure you that I am a more deadly efficient butler than I look, well, that is, one currently without a master."

"Ahem," the voice said. They both looked at where the sound was coming from and they saw Ciel with a fully-clothed Pluto at his side.

"Oh, hi, Ciel," Lilliana said as she lowered her Death Scythe. "I didn't expect to see you here, especially this late at night."

"Oh, great; the brat is back," Grell said with sassy sarcasm. "I don't see Bassy here. What could a little brat like you do without him?"

"Shut up," Ciel said with impatient anger. The last people he wanted to see tonight were right in front of him.

"Yeah, that's true. Where is Sebastian," Lilliana asked.

"It doesn't concern you, Lilliana," Ciel answered rather coldly.

"Oh, that's a shame, but I would have never suspected him to leave your side. You two must be on a mission from the Queen?" Ciel looked at her with surprise and she smiled. "I knew it. He wouldn't leave your side unless you ordered him to do something that required his skills."

Pluto soon growled at Grell, but he seemed to be unaffected by the threatening gesture. "Oh, is he your knight tonight? Why does this nipper get all the good-looking men," Grell asked in annoyance. Pluto started charging his way and Grell got excited. "Ah, he's going to attack me! I'm all yours, be please be gentle!" However, Pluto passed him, followed by Ciel, which made Grell very upset. "Hey! What am I, chopped liver? Well, I never!"

"Please don't tell me that you fell in love with yet another man," Lilliana asked.

"And if I have," Grell asked.

"You know he's the equivalent of a dog! You are thinking of fucking a dog!"

"How rude of you! He just different, that's all," he said. She rolled her eyes as she and Grell followed Ciel and soon reached what appeared to be a toy shop, but at the front window was something very odd: a doll replica of Lizzie.

"Well, look what we have here. I guess we'll be working together after all. Our next case: a butler and puppeteer to the house of Mandalay, Mr, Drossel Keinz," Lilliana said as she looked through the file. Soon, they heard glass shattering and ran inside. They saw Pluto carrying the doll in his mouth and he handed it to Ciel.

"Lizzie's ribbon . . . it's on the doll," Ciel said as he examined the doll. He looked around for any clues around the shop and saw an open back door. They all ran to it and saw a mansion that looked more like a castle from a fairytale.

"My, what a delightful estate," Grell said. "Though, they could use some more red."

"Grell, protect me," Ciel said.

"What," both Reapers said in confusion.

"I'll grant you any request."

"Uh, you know I'm here, right? I have protected you far many more times in the past," Lilliana said, almost in anger. Why would Ciel ask Grell to protect him? This was the man that killed Madame Red in cold blood. Why out of the two Reapers did he want him to protect him?

"How insulting of you. Earl or not, I'm not the sort of cheap girl you can just pay-," Grell said, but stopped as he heard the words he was dying to hear.

"I'll give you leave to do whatever you wish with Sebastian for a day."

Lilliana looked aghast by the statement. Grell, on the other hand, looked in absolute glee. "Hm, whatever I wish with Bassy means . . . I can kiss him?!"

"Do as you like," Ciel said, fully aware of Lilliana's reaction to this entire conversation.

"Does that mean . . .with tongue?!"

"Whatever you order him to do."

"Oh, this is an offer I can't refuse! I'm so happy I could die," Grell said, thinking of all the things he was going to do to Sebastian.

Lilliana's completely aghast face soon turned to anger with red eyes as she confronted him. "What the hell are you thinking?!"

"I need all the help I can get," Ciel lied. "And with the right incentive, he can be useful."

"Are you fucking kidding me?! I know this guy personally and I can tell you that he is not someone you should depend on with your life. He will find any reason to leave your sorry ass behind for his own selfish goals."

"Still, we can use his help. Besides, I wouldn't want you distracting my butler from his mission." She scoffed, but they all headed inside the estate. Once they opened the doors, they noticed a rather creepy life-size doll staring straight at them with dead eyes. As they took a closer look, Lilliana mentioned, "Doesn't that ring on her finger look awfully like yours?"

"This doll looks awfully familiar," Ciel said under his breath, but he soon recognized the face as one of the missing girls. "It couldn't be." However, her eyes moved and suddenly, the doll grabbed Ciel's throat very tightly. "H-Help," Ciel yelped with the little strength he could. Lilliana swung her Death Scythe, but the doll somehow blocked the blow and even held it back almost effortlessly.

"What the hell?!" Soon, a gem from above hit the doll's heading, causing her to let go of both Ciel and the Death Scythe.

"Now, now, I wish you would call my name when you needed help," Grell said on the chandelier above them. "And don't worry, I can help thanks to my Death Scythes," he said as he showed Ciel his "Death Scythes".

"Aren't those . . . just scissors," Ciel stated.

"What do you want me to do?! Will took my custom Death Scythe away! I miss its vibrations so much!"

"That's what she said," Lilliana muttered under her breath.

"I know, I'll chop her to bits and you can see how useful they are," Grell said as he descended to attack the doll.

"Wait! Don't kill her! She's not a doll," Ciel yelled, but it was too late. Grell was able to slit her throat and she fell with a might, but as Ciel checked on her, he noticed that instead of blood, sand was spilling out of her neck. "Was it a doll after all?"

"Wood and clay will wash away, wash away, wash away," a voice sang. Soon, a door opened and out appeared a man named Joked in circus clothing holding a candelabrum. "This doll was a failure. So then I thought to myself: 'I must make them much, much stronger'. Build it up with iron and steel, iron and steel, iron and steel. Build it up with iron and steel, my fair lady." At the sound of the song, four more girl dolls appeared with the same dead eyes as the first one and the man left the room.

"They're the kidnapped girls," Ciel said.

"I'm not going to let anyone take away my day with my dear Bassy! Anyone who dare tries gets this," Grell said as he charged toward the dolls, but as he swung toward them, they could all hear a sound of metal clanking and they seemed undamaged by the attack. "I . . . I couldn't cut them!"

"Grell, Lilliana, this is an order. You two and Pluto play with the dolls here and keep them occupied for as long as it takes," Ciel said before he headed for the door to chase the man.

"Say what now," Lilliana asked before she dodged an attack from one of the dolls.

"You're going to leave us behind?! You're inhuman," Grell said in disbelief.

"A Reaper is calling me inhuman," Ciel yelled before leaving the room.

Lilliana eyes grew a deeper shade of red with feelings of both anger and betrayal. "What the fuck is his problem? I've been a loyal maid for two fucking years and this is the thanks I get," she said as she swung her Death Scythe toward one of the dolls and although it wasn't enough to break her, it was enough to slam her against the wall.

"I can see why. You clearly can't be trusted if you keep acting on your demonic instincts," Grell said as he dodged another attack.

"Oh, you want to see my demonic nature," Lilliana asked rhetorically as she grabbed one of the dolls and despite her being made out of metal, she managed to break her neck with a good amount of pressure. "You're next, Sutcliff!" Grell screamed as he ran out of the estate to run away from her. "Get back here," she said as she followed him out, but not before whistling for Pluto to follow her. After a while of chasing, she managed to catch up to the frantic Reaper and tackle him to the ground to the point that she was on top of him.

"Don't kill me! I have so much to live for," Grell begged.

Lilliana, still with red eyes, sighed as she said, "I'm not going to kill you. I'm just furious at my master. Recently, he has this prejudice against me, despite all the years I've served him. Honestly, I think it would have been better if he never learned I was a Grim Reaper, or in other words, if you didn't get involved in the Jack the Ripper case. Today, he might have pushed my buttons a little too much."

"Why do you stay his lowly maid then?"

"I don't know," she said as she got up. She extended her hand out to Grell, but he was reluctant to take it. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"You promise?" She nodded. He took her hand and she pulled him up to his feet. Soon, they saw Pluto running toward their direction, but he ran passed them. "Hey, where are you going?" They followed him and managed to pull on his leash, but he seemed to be transfixed on the secluded tower next to the estate. "Hey now; calm down! What's the matter with you, puppy?!"

"You three are still alive," Ciel asked from behind them, followed by Sebastian. The trio looked with smiles on their faces, but Lilliana's soon faded.

"Oh, Bassy," Grell said as he tried to give a hug to his dear demon, but he was trampled by Pluto, who succeeded in hugging him, much to Sebastian's dismay. "Excuse me?! Wait, could that be a . . . demon hound?"

"You're just now noticing," Lilliana asked.

"Oh la, la! A passionate night with a beast! How immoral!"

"You really have no standards, do you," Sebastian asked with annoyance. "Pluto, I've been waiting for you." Sebastian walked Pluto to the front of the door and continued, "Once the seal of the underworld has been placed on the door, only a hellhound can open it." Suddenly, Pluto's collar started to glow, which gave some kind of discomfort to Pluto and he soon changed into his wolf form.

"Oo, it's so big," Grell said with his clasped hands on his cheek.

While this was happening, the door started to glow and with a howl, it opened. Pluto rushed inside, leaving the rest of them behind."Where has he run off to this time," Ciel said.

"No need to worry, young master. Let's have him guide us," Sebastian said. With those words, they all headed inside and climbed the many flights of stairs until they finally reached the top of the tower. Sebastian opened the surprisingly unlocked door and they all entered the room. Inside, they saw what looked like a doll-making workshop with words marked with chalk on the walls. They looked around and saw Lizzie, who appeared to be passed out, on a chair. Ciel ran to her and called her name, hoping she would wake up, but she didn't, which worried him greatly. Her skin somehow seemed to shine, like it was made out of wax.

"Oh my, it looks like we are too late," Grell said.

"No! Lizzie, wake up," Ciel yelled and after a while, Lizzie finally opened her eyes. She let out a moan of exhaustion, but that was better than nothing. "Oh, thank goodness. You're okay."

"The ring," she said in a weak voice. He was surprised as he looked down on his thumb and remembered he had two rings on, the other being the one used to kidnap the girls. "So, did you like it . . . Ciel? I'm so happy," He, Sebastian, and Lilliana looked in shock since they remembered that Lizzie was going to give him a present earlier today, but they didn't think it would be this ring.

"Then that ring was her gift for you," Lilliana said.

"But it's foolish! Why would she give me . . . ," he said, but they all noticed a sudden flash of light and a sound of wire and suddenly, Lizzie's limbs seemed to move past her control, especially since she started to float in the air.

"Why does her body move independent of her will," Joker's voice said in an unknown area. "Why is she going to hurt the one she loves?" Suddenly, an axe was thrown in her direction and she managed to grab it, but it seemed she didn't want to take it, especially after the last statement. She then held up the axe and prepared to kill her fiancé against her will.

"No," she yelled repeatedly as she swung it down, but Sebastian pulled him away in time. Still, she continuously swung at them, saying no the whole time. She would never do this to the one she loved. Lilliana tried swinging her Death Scythe to block the attack, but she accidentally ripped a piece of Lizzie's dress, so close to piercing her skin.

"Don't kill her," Ciel yelled angrily.

"I'm not trying to," she said as she turned towards them, but Lizzie, or really her puppet master, used this to their advantage and the axe swung on her arm, piercing the skin and blood splattering everywhere. She moaned in agony, but the blood surrounding her activated her demon instincts and she swung more offensively, almost out of her own control. Sebastian knew that if he didn't stop this, she might actually kill Lizzie without meaning to.

"Grell, you see what's happening, don't you," he asked.

"I suppose, but I might chip my blades, so . . . ," Grell said as he filed his nails.

"Please."

"Oh, Bassy! You're asking me for something? Oh, how could I deny you? In that case, during the kiss, can there be . . . a little bit . . . of tongue?" At those words, Lilliana tried to aim her Death Scythe at Grell, but Lizzie landed another successful blow on her back. Filled with more temptation, Lilliana attacked her even more viciously to the point that Lizzie was having difficulty keeping up.

"I haven't the faintest idea what you are talking about, but in fact, I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue." Grell, now filled with more joy than ever, decided it was time to end all this.

"It's unforgivable for a little girl like you to have a better blade than me," Grell said as he sliced the strings that were attached to her while Sebastian held Lilliana back until she calmed down. Lizzie fell to the ground and Ciel quickly ran to her to make sure he didn't kill her.

However, Sebastian had other things in mind as he asked Lilliana, "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," she said sharply as she shook him off her, but she winced in pain. Now that she wasn't distracted with the fight, she finally felt how deep the wounds actually were and could feel the immense pain.

"You shouldn't move too much. You've been injured pretty badly."

"I'm fine!" She then lowered herself so she could examine Lizzie closer. She saw a flash of light and grabbed a loose string. "It's puppet string."

"This sharp cut only comes with a Death Scythe. Well, Bassy, aren't I amazing? Tell me how good I am," Grell begged.

"Well done. Not just anyone can run with scissors," Sebastian said.

"Oh, I'm just flattered to death!"

"Where did the puppet string lead to," Lilliana said as she tried to follow the string. They all looked up and saw that the string led up to a ledge on top hidden in darkness, a perfect spot for someone to hide.

"So I thought to myself, 'What shall I use to make my new dolls'," Joker said as he unleashed puppet strings down below and tying everyone.

"Then I'll ask you this . . . what are you made of," Sebastian asked.

"Hmm? I don't know. What am I . . . made of," Joker asked in almost surprised. He never thought of that before.

"You see, you don't seem to be made of very high-quality materials."

"So I thought to myself, 'I always believed that I was human and yet, I often find terminates crawling out of my ears'." Sebastian used this distraction to lift the axe off the ground with only his feet and miraculously kicked it toward Joker, who lost his grip on the strings and set them free.

"Grell, I need you," Sebastian said.

"Ah, a loving collaboration, Bassy, combined with love," Grell said with loving enthusiasm as he rushed to kiss him, but Sebastian stepped on his face to boost himself up to fight Joker. "Ow, yet another foot to my face."

"You kind of deserved it," Lilliana said.

"Shut up, you little-," Grell tried to say, but was slammed back to the ground by Joker's body. They noticed that his head had straw spilling out to the floor.

"I would never lose to a man who was hopelessnly inferior," Sebastian said as he descended down.

"So, he was a doll too," Ciel noted.

"Drossel Keinz is his name. His soul was collected five years ago, but for some reason, we detected signs of his existence," Lilliana said, but took out the file and stamped it.

"Someone must have fitted him with a makeshift soul," Sebastian said.

"Ciel," a sweet voice said softly. Ciel almost forget about Lizzie, but he still showed a lot more care than any of them usually saw.

"Elizabeth, let's get you home," he said.

"I want to . . . give you . . . a real birthday party. Can I?"

He was reluctant, but said, "Yes, please do." With a smile on her face, she fell back to sleep and her skin soon lost its waxy shine. "You can rest easy now. It's all-."

"So I thought to myself," Joker said weakly as he slowly got up. "I still have a task. I will report to master." He proceeded to walk to a certain room, leaving them all perplexed.

"What's wrong with him? He's all torn up and yet he still wants to serve his master," Grell asked.

"Perhaps I judged him too hastily. You see, he's one hell of a butler," Sebastian said, almost in sympathy. Joker pushed the doors to another room open and collapsed to the floor, dead. They all rushed in and they were surprised to see Pluto there, but not only that, he seemed to play lapdog to whoever was looking at the window. Pluto did notice them, but he returned to show affection toward the mysterious master.

"Why is he being so friendly," Ciel asked.

"I'm terribly sorry," a deep voice said, "My butler is so incompetent and I was unable to offer you hospitality."

"So you're behind this. Why would you turn little girls into dolls?"

"Flowers, eras, and also people are only beautiful at their finest moments. Doll making is a noble work, preserving in this world the most beautiful and perfect."

"You've got awful taste! What's so perfect about immature little-," Grell said before he was "rudely" interrupted.

"Why are you after me? I won't be made into a doll and displayed in your collection," Ciel said as he threw the other ring at the chair.

"You ought to learn your place, boy."

"What?"

"My butler's head is made of straw. I imagine he couldn't understand why I wanted you. You were fated to die from your very birth. Your body is already . . . unclean."

Ciel looked shocked, but said, "How could you know that?"

"I cannot allow someone like you to exist in this world. Your existence is a desecration! Unclean, unnecessary, unwanter. I tried to snuff you out; snuff out the unlearn, the unnecessary, the unwanted! End him," the man repeated over and over again, but the more he said more high-pitched his voice became.

"Don't play games with me!" Ciel and the deities ran to face the man, but they were all shocked to see a life-sized sock puppet and on its lap was a small wooden puppet, but it started to move on its own free will, terrifying them all, especially Grell. Soon, its face turned sinister and it ran away laughing manically. "Catch it, Sebastian!"

"The person manipulating it is not here, my lord. I now notice that there were invisible strings all over the room," Sebastian said.

"Damn. Lilliana, how about you catch it?"

"Why? Sebastian already said-," Lilliana tried to say.

"Do it now! It's an order," Ciel yelled. There was a bit of silence in the room, but she left without saying another word, cutting the strings on her way out.

"Young mater, don't you think that was a little too harsh on her," Sebastian said.

"She's a servant and she'll have to obey my orders. If she doesn't like that, she can leave."

"Well, then I might as well help her-,"

"You will not do anything of the sort. In fact, I order you to keep your distance from her when I task you with anything. Anything I order you to do, I demand you do it alone. You're more than capable to do so."

Sebastian looked at him with utter shock, but he couldn't disobey a command, no matter how much it pained him. "Yes, my lord."

Lilliana followed the little puppet for a long time. She knew that she couldn't kill it or she might lose the lead to who was controlling him, but for its size, it moved pretty fast. Eventually, it was running on the railing of the London Bridge and she finally noticed it running to a woman in a purple dress, but she looked awfully familiar. "Snuff out the unclean," the woman said before crushing the puppet in her hand and throwing it into the water below. The woman had white hair and purple eyes, like a certain woman she knew at Houndsworth.

"Lilliana, you don't have to hide from me. I know you're watching," that familiar voice said. Lilliana descended from her hiding spot, but made sure her Death Scythe was ready in her hands just in case she wanted to fight.

"Angela, what are you doing here? I know you're not here just to see Pluto."

"Oh, on the contrary, I wanted to see your master, Ciel Phantomhive. I need to . . . cleanse him."

"I'm not letting you anywhere near him," she said as she swung her Death Scythe toward Angela, but she dodged it very easily.

"You think I'm going to hurt him? I just want him to live the happy life he deserves and the only way to do that is to cleanse him."

"I know what you creatures are like; you make humans believe you are salvations, but in reality, you're more sadistic than some demons I know."

"How dare you say that? We are nothing like those infernal creatures. In fact, why are you trying to help your 'dear' master? You've seen how nasty he treats you just because of who you are. In fact, it seems everyone judges you and has never accepted you."

"Why would you care?"

"I'm an angel; it's my duty."

"Save that bullshit for your next victim," she said as she swung her Death Scythe again, but this time, her injuries were getting the best of her and she couldn't aim properly.

"See, you're injured and your master has tasked you with this physically demanding job. Why don't you leave him? It's probably best for you."

"Do you realize my situation? Either I go to a mansion where a few people care about me or go back to a job where no one cares about me. I'd rather work at the mansion, even though Ciel has turned this cold to me."

"But what about your brother? Doesn't he care about you?" At those words, Lilliana's eyes turned a deeper shade of red as she charged at Angela, but the attack was so sudden that she could only block it with her hand rather than escape.

"How do you know my brother?!"

"I'm curious to see how a demon would spend his entire life to protect a sister that doesn't even know who she is."

"What are you talking about?"

"You don't remember, do you? He saved you life! If it weren't that deal all those years ago, you would have been another lost soul in the Cinematic Records! He sacrificed his humanity for you and you are so ungrateful for it."

Suddenly, they saw a demon sword come out of nowhere and land in the snow like the sword in the stone. The two women looked up as they saw Bastille staring down at the scene below. "That's enough, Angela."

"Bastille? What are you doing here? How did you find me," Lilliana asked in surprise.

"I marked you, remember? I can never lose you," Bastille said as he showed the scarred hand. It was the same mark that was scarred on her chest.

"Well, I guess that my cue to leave," Angela said as she sprouted her white wings and started to fly away.

"Wait, get back here," Lilliana yelled, but she was pulled back by a hand.

"There's no need. She won't harm him."

"But she's an angel-," she tried to say.

"Lily, just leave it alone. After all, I haven't seen you since the party. How have you . . . ," he said before noticing her blood-soaked clothes. "What the hell happened? Who did this to you? Was it Sebastian?"

"No, it was . . . well, it's a long story."

"Well, I'm here to listen to you, but I don't want you to go back to that mansion until healed. I'm afraid to know what Sebastian would do to you if he smelled your blood."

"Well, he asked if I was all right. He's not as heartless as you think."

"Still, I don't want you to work until you're completely healed. Besides, I just want to spend time with my little sister."

"But-,"

"Please, for old time's sake," Bastille begged.

Lilliana was reluctant, but said, "Fine, but only until my wounds heal and I'm still going to work as a Grim Reaper. If Will knew about this, he would report me for sure."

"Well, let's make sure he doesn't," Bastille said as he gave her a hug. "I promise to protect you."

In the distance, two Grim Reapers were looking down at the scene. "Well, she is getting a little too close to my second demon love."

"That's her brother, Bastille, right?"

"How do you know that? Did I mention him to you on our little tour guide missions?"

"Oh no, I read about him in his file. Apparently, he became a demon the same time she became a Grim Reaper and they have lived together for quite some time in France before we rescued her."

"I'm not sure 'rescue' is the right word, honey. They just simply took her away from him."

"But that's what the file said: she was getting too corrupted and needed to be corrected."

"That because she was acting more demon-like than Reaper. I didn't even know Reapers could do the things she did."

"Pardon, I'm not following."

"Well, she's called a Rogue Reaper for a reason. Anyway, I'm going back to see my scrumptious William. If you need me, you'll know where to find me."

"Okay, bye, Grell," Katia said before he left her side. "Once you get to know her, she's actually a nice lady, but I would like to learn more about Lilliana Kiliamo. What are you hiding that the Head Reapers don't want me to know?"