Home sweet home. I loved spending all day at the paper, but I really loved going back to the manor. Especially today. I'd be cleaning the house today. The Undertaker's kind words gave such a comfort. One I had only gotten from Sebastian ordinarily. I was ready, willing, and able to do whatever it took to keep my family safe.

"Lumi!" a familiar voice chirped.

"Hi, Lizzie," I surrendered to her bone crushing embrace.

"I'm so glad you're here!" she sang, "You have to come see what I did in the parlor! It's positively adorable! It's finally starting to look like I live here now!"

"That's great, Lizzie," I brushed her off, "But I can't right now."

"Why not?" Lizzie's eyes began to well up. Uh-oh…Not good.

"Because," I had bigger fish to fry, "I need to speak with your husband. It's really important."

"He's in the study," she pouted on the stairs.

"I promise you," I turned her around, "Later, I'll look at your beautiful work you've done today. But for now, I just need to talk to Ciel."

"Ok!" Lizzie perked up immediately. Bless her one track mind.

I headed upstairs first to check on the baby. This would've been quicker than going through the parlor with Elizabeth. I knew she'd want to go over every single detail from the crystals in the chandelier to the nails in the floorboards. Besides, there was no parlor that could ever be cuter than the little girl in the library.

I didn't have my foot in the door for two seconds and the shuffling of little feet echoed through the room, "Mommy!"

"Hello, sweetheart," I snuggled her in my arms, "I'm going to need your help with something in a little bit."

"Is it the stuff you got from Adrian?" she assumed.

"It does have to do with that," I confirmed, noticing her father's interest skyrocket out of the corner of my eye.

"What did you get?" Sebastian asked curiously.

"I got the ingredients for the protection spell," I kept my voice down, so I didn't scare the little one, "Herbs, spices, crystals, all of it."

"What do you need me to do?" he was ready to kill a man at this point.

"As of now," I settled him, "Nothing. I do need to have a word with Ciel, though."

"Whatever you need to do, darling," Sebastian kissed the top of my head and sent me on my merry way.

I started walking toward the study and found the young lord at his desk. I swear, he never moves. From the time I get to the paper to the time I come back to the manor, Ciel is always working. I guess I can relate. Even when he's sleeping, I'm still hard at work. Especially as of late with trying to find a weakness for Lucifer.

"Ciel?" I knocked on the door, "Could I come in?"

"Hi, Lumi," he greeted me, his face still buried in his work, "Go ahead. What can I do for you?"

"I need you to get Elizabeth out of here," I requested, "It's time."

"Are you about to cleanse the house?" Ciel dropped his pen and paid more attention to me.

"Yes," I nodded, "As soon as humanly possible."

"Do you have any suggestions?" he wondered, "Because I have nothing."

"There was a little pub she liked on the west side of London," I remembered, "She got kind of trashed there once."

"Elizabeth?" Ciel scoffed, "My Elizabeth? I don't think that girl has ever been drunk a day in her life. She may have tasted champagne at our wedding. Lizzie's never been drunk."

"You don't remember," I pointed out, "You were pretty drunk, too. Sebastian had to carry you to bed. I had her drinking scotch and Irish whiskey. Good times."

"You fed my wife scotch and Irish whiskey?!"

"If the Irish know one thing," I beamed, "It's how to make a damn fine whiskey."

"That's true," he agreed.

"Now, get Lizzie out of the house," I demanded.

"I'm not taking her to a pub," he snarled.

"Sorry, Ciel," I shrugged, "Take her to dinner, to the theatre. Anywhere. I just need her out of the house. Take the staff, too. I need an empty house."

"I'll try," Ciel pouted in his chair.

"Thank you, sweetheart," I put an arm around him, "Trust me. This is going to benefit in the long run. An hour or two is all I ask."

"Sebastian!" Ciel called out.

"Yes, sir?" Sebastian slid into the room hardly a second later.

"Gather the staff," he groaned, "Bring them here."

"Yes, my lord," his beautiful demon butler bowed to him and ran off to rally the troops. One by one, they started to file in front of Ciel's desk.

"Now," Ciel turned authoritative, "We're all going out this evening. I expect you to behave yourselves and not get into too much trouble. Sebastian will be staying behind, so he won't be babysitting you."

"I can't, boss," Bard chimed in.

"And why not?"

"I got plans tonight," he explained himself.

"You and Mary, Bard?" I figured.

"Yes, ma'am," he confirmed, "It's kind of a special occasion. If I didn't take her out tonight, she'd have my head."

"Fine," Ciel caved, "Everyone else is out of the house for the next…hour?"

I gave Ciel a nod out of the eyeshot of the others. That should be plenty of time to get everything taken care of. The house will be clean. Hopefully, the demons will be kept out. Maybe we should consider getting a watch dog for when Ciel isn't enough.

"Will you be joining us, Lumi?" Finny asked so innocently.

"I'll be staying here, too," I burst his bubble.

"Working on giving Marcelina a little brother, eh, Lumi?" Bard teased. Which led to him being swatted upside the head by my husband, "Ouch! What the hell, Sebastian?"

"You had it coming," he justified. It's so cute when Sebastian picks up my scrappy nature. If he hadn't done it, I was going to.

"I'm too buried in research," I covered, "And Sebastian has too much to do around here as it is. So, no. We're not working on giving Marcelina a little brother anytime soon."

"When are we leaving, Master?" Mey-Rin asked.

"Now," Ciel closed up his books.

"What's going on in here?" Elizabeth stuck her head in the door.

"We're going out this evening, Elizabeth," Ciel put his arm around her waist, "That is alright with you, isn't it?"

"A date?" Lizzie squeaked, "You and me? Oh, Ciel! We haven't been on a proper date since we've been back from our honeymoon!"

"Come along then."

I love you, Ciel Phantomhive. You are an absolute lifesaver. As I watched Bard drive the coach away from the manor, it was time to start mixing the herbs and spices and to get the candles burning. Now, to get a very crucial ingredient. And I was dreading this moment.

"Hey, Marcy," I peeked into the library to find my daughter buried in a book. Surprise, surprise, "You wanted to help with the things I got from the Undertaker, right?"

"Right!" she chirped, slamming her book shut.

"I need you to get me a bowl and a knife from the kitchen," I instructed, "And be careful."

"Yes, Mommy," Marcelina leapt down from her chair and bolted down the stairs.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Sebastian worried, "If you don't, I can do it for you."

"I got it," I promised, "My mother's journal has detailed instructions. I should be alright. They seem easy enough to follow. When she wrote them, she must have made them idiot proof."

"I got them!" Marcelina squeaked from the foyer.

"Good," I sat on the bottom step and took the bowl and knife out of my baby's hands, "Now, for the next part, it's going to be kind of hard for you, Marcelina."

"Me?" she looked up at me with those big, sparkly, red eyes of hers.

"I have to make some exclusions for this spell to work," I explained, "I can't be expelling you or your father. But I'm going to need a little blood from you in order to keep you safe."

"That's going to hurt, Mommy," Marcelina shook, "I don't want to hurt."

"It'll only hurt for a little bit, sweetheart," I cradled her, "Then, your father will bandage it up and you'll be perfectly fine."

Marcelina stared at the knife in my hand with a mixture of terror and intrigue, "Ok. But I want to do it."

"Why do you want to do it?" I wondered.

"So you don't have to…"

I couldn't even watch as my little girl dragged the blade across the palm of her hand. She winced twice, trying to tough it out. My poor baby…Now, Lucifer has been responsible for both of them hurting. And I couldn't wait to drive a blade through his heart. If he even has one.

Strange. Marcelina's blood smelled so different from her father. Like red licorice that had been sitting in the sun all day. But then, Sebastian tapped his vein. And the burn in the back of my throat was killing me. It took all the willpower I had to not latch onto his hand and drink until there was none left to be had. But I also had a job to do. They both dribbled a little bit into the bowl and I threw the herbs the Undertaker had given me on top.

"Sebastian," I bit my bottom lip, damn near drawing blood, "Burn them please. Now."

"Of course," Sebastian dropped the match into the bowl, "Do you know the spell?"

"I got it," I assured, beginning the incantation:

"Si res et invitis spritus, placer relinquere nunc.

(Any unwanted spirits and entities, please leave now.)

Malus vires vel praesentia placet excedent.

(Any evil energies or presences, please leave this place.)

Quem misi ad vos in profundis inferni convivae.

(I am sending you home to the depths of Hell.)

Tantummodo luce et sanando industria passus est in loco isto.

(Only light and healing energy is allowed in this place.)

Et abiit, et omni creatureae!

(Be gone, all evil creatures!)

Scuto circumdabit te ego dilexi praesidium.

(I surround the ones I love with a shield of protection.)

Hic tuti sumus.

(We are safe here.)

Hoc loco mundatus est.

(This place is cleansed.)"

A/N: So, now, we have a squeaky clean manor. All the monsters are gone. Well…Other than our monsters. But you know what I mean, you silly goose. Anywho, I guess I'll see you next chapter! xx