Chapter Twelve

"So, where is she?" Ciel questioned once more, walking throughout the spare room in the basement. He tried to look as tall and powerful as he could, but he lacked what he needed to do so, as he was quite short and weak compared to the powerful demon he was interrogating.

"I told you, I don't know." Lucius repeated for nearly the hundredth time.

"He's persistent."

"Indeed." Sebastian spoke clearly, hiding a smile as he sharpened and cleaned some cutlery.

"I'll ask you again," Ciel repeated, slamming his hands on the table where Lucius was sitting, "Where is she."

"I have told you time and time again, I don't know where she is."

"Don't bullshit me!" Ciel slammed his hands into the table once more. "You're a demon like Sebastian right?"

"I don't appreciate the idea of being lumped with garbage like him."

"But you are indeed a demon, and therefore, you should be able to sense where she is at all times."

"That's the thing," Lucius relaxed in his seat. His hands and legs were cuffed to the chair so he couldn't move, which was silly because both he and Sebastian were aware he could escape easily anyways. "I haven't been able to sense her since the fire."

"Sebastian," Ciel muttered, looking into Lucius' deep red eyes, "Is he lying?"

"It's hard to tell," Sebastian looked at the now perfect set of knives in the little light provided by a few candles, "He is a demon. It is our specialty to lie and manipulate people and things to benefit us."

"But you've been able to tell without other demons!"

"Yes, but they weren't quite as powerful as Lucius."

Lucius just smirked, looking at the young boy challengingly. "You know, I could kill you here and now if I so wished to-" he was cut off by his own scream as a knife was stabbed through his hand.

"So, Lucius, you feel pain?"

The demon looked up at him, his eyes the colour of a fire's ember, "Every demon does." He hissed.

"Is this true, Sebastian?" Ciel questioned.

"Yes," He smirked as well, watching the other demon attempting to hold his cool poise and demeanor, "Lucius normally wouldn't, but you see, I used some holy water to clean those knives. Of course, I did have to be careful not to get any on myself."

"That's a clever move, Sebastian, I applaud you." The Earl took a set in a chair across from the demon. A table separated him and Lucius as they stared each other down. "What is your reason for being here?"

"Let me see," Lucius thought, sarcastically, "Oh right, I was brought here by you and your demon friend over here."

"You went willingly," The Earl relaxed a bit, feeling as he had the upperhand over the boy, "That seems quite suspicious."

"Well, to be honest, I need you to achieve what I've been sent to Earth to do, so coming here was a benefit to me." The demon smiled, pulling his hand slowly away from the knife so his hand was nearly cut in half and bleeding like a squirting fountain. It didn't last long, with it quickly healing and his fingers able to move once more. He broke the band holding the hand in place, and rested it on the table, relaxing once more.

"And what are you planning to achieve?" The boy asked, Sebastian inching closer and closer to the opposing demon.

"Well, if I told you, it wouldn't be very much fun, now would it?"

"Perhaps you can just tell me what role I play in this scheme."

"Alright," The demon broke off the bands from his legs and other arm, "In order for me to achieve my goals," He walked around, so he was standing behind the young Earl while looking down at him, "I must kill you."

It was so quick, the way Sebastian jumped for his young master, and the way the other demon scattered out of the room, laughing was he raced up the stairs. He could run much faster than he was, that was a fact, but he kind of wanted to be caught. Lillian had told him to keep the Phantomhive's occupied, and he was intending to do just that.

"Sebastian," Ciel pushed the demon's heavy weight off of him, "Go and stop him!"

"Yes, My Lord," and with that, Sebastian was off.

The two demon's raced throughout the manor, rocking over the servants as they past with great speed. To anyone who wasn't used to seeing such a thing, the act seemed almost supernatural, and it was, but the servants were much too busy attempting to clean up the messes they had caused to notice.

Lucius was holding back laughter as he watched Sebastian attempt to hold his composure as he slid down hallways that had recently been waxed, all while trying to keep up. He was a weak demon by nature, but yet, Sebastian seemed like he was stronger than most of his kind. Lucius on the other hand had no trouble deceiving the demon and he had yet to fully mature.

It was truly that he as a demon matured faster than most, but he was only 19 in his demon age, compared to Sebastian's many many hundreds of years, and Lucius was already much more powerful, which is why when they broke out into a full fledge fight it wouldn't be a pretty sight for those observing it.

The Earl too tried to keep up, but his little legs and heavily affected asthma made it nearly impossible, so he spent his time watching his butler chase Lillian's from room to room with ease.

"Young Master?" Mey-rin asked, watching the other's run around, "Have you seen Finnian around?"

"No, I haven't." The boy rolled his eyes, unpleased by his butler's failure to actually inflict any damage to Lucius.

"I think he's gone," Mey-rin attempted to get the Earl's attention, only to fail at her attempt. Hearing no response, she curtsied and returned to her duties. She knew indeed that Finnian had run off while the Master and Sebastian were in the basement, as Finnian's room was nearly empty, with the only thing left being his straw hat, but she was sure the boy would return soon.

At least, she hoped so.