Okay, first thing's first- I am so sorry for making y'all wait like… an eternity. I finished the school year last week so here's to hoping for some fun. February I got hurt at work, causing severe damage to the nerves in my hands and arm as well as a weird dislocation of my ulna. I can move my ring finger and pinky finger a little but it causes pain. Lots of pain. Most of the time they, and half of my arm, are numb. So, typing is a little harder because I only have one hand. This chapter is a labor of love. I'm hoping this chapter will be as good as the others!

His newest butler, perplexed

Come daybreak the next morning, Sebastian was alone in her bed. Though he watched when she got up, he had made no move to stop her and no protest either. Vermillion eyes watched as her pale back faced him, silent and forever faced toward him. Her nimble fingers buttoned her own dress and she even arranged her hair without moving from her spot. When she was finished she walked out the door, her heeled shoes being the only things to make a sound. It was in that moment when she was leaving that Sebastian saw her eyes turned down toward the floor. She was actively avoiding him. It caused a displeased reaction of sorts with him but he wouldn't confront her about it.

With a glance at his bare hands, Sebastian knew he wouldn't be bound to her for long. His seal was fading, the color barely more than a dark gray now against his skin. It was a sign that the beginning of the end was upon him. He remembered once telling his young master that should he perish in this world he would be working to fulfill his needs in the world below. He smirked, at least when he died of starvation there would be no working for the brat in any world. In death came freedom… And not for just him anymore. The twinge stirred in his gut again, the feeling unfamiliar but provoked by melancholy thoughts of the demoness he served beside. Could it be...sadness? The thought of being able to feel such emotions intrigued him in some twisted way. He had never known anything but hatred, greed and contempt. Perhaps this was what he had been looking for when he thought his life too dull. Sensations. Emotions. Something to give his monochrome life color. Sebastian finished dressing and left the room.

"To what do me owe the pleasure of the company of two demons and a reaper?' The undertaker smiled, his long black nail scraping the skull in his hands. His hat wasn't on but his bangs were still over his eyes. That didn't stop him from noticing that the demons weren't standing beside each other like usual. Instead the demoness stood to the far left, the reaper separating the two. He noticed the unease it gave the demon and was able to surmise a few things. The poor fool still had no idea about why she was really there. He had to try hard to stifle a giggle.

"We need to ask a few details regarding the victims," Christine told him, her manner curt and professional.

"Taking initiative to snoop about without your master's orders?" The Undertaker's grin grew.

"It is no longer just a matter for the human world. We reapers are tired of working overtime and fighting the demons in the area for the souls. Explanations are due." Grelle told him, his hands on his hips. He frowned at the laughter his explanation received. "It's not funny, you know!" He was indignant and beyond fed up with this case. He had thought when Sebastian appeared this morning that they were going on a picnic filled with romance, not visiting a charlatan in a dreary little shop.

"It is funny," The undertaker told them, his hand moving from the skull temporarily to push his bangs back so he could look the three in the eyes, "because 'ere you three are, speaking about 'ow it is no longer 'uman matters when it was never really there's at all…" He grinned.

"His eyes," Christine murmured. "He's-"

"Simply gorgeous!" Grelle fawned, his eyes filled with adoration for the man- all quakery forgotten.

"Surprised, demoness? Before you go further, I've long since been retired. Now then, where were we again?"

"You were speaking of how this was never meant for human jurisdiction in the first place," Sebastian told him, his brows furrowed as he stared at the ex-reaper. What is the fool talking about?

"Well, you see 'ere, I found this in one of the ladies…" The Undertaker handed him the bag he had discovered not too long ago. "Take a look at it." He smirked.

"Isn't that just opium?" Grelle asked with a frown. "What's so special about that?"

Sebastian looked at it and passed it to Grelle who rolled his eyes but passed it to Christine. She sniffed it and her pupils dilated and changed shapes like a cat's, her fangs showing as she hissed. She crushed the granule between her fingers, the once brown clump now a fine, glittery black. She growled, shaking her head as she handed it off quickly. The smell… it was disgustingly sweet, tinged with…

"My my, what an unusual reaction, demoness. Mind sharing with the others?" The Undertaker smiled, causing the atmosphere to grow heavy with suspicion. Sebastian narrowed his eyes as he watched her, acutely aware of fury and fear in her. He knew something was amiss.

"It… It's like catnip but it works on those close to… angelic roots." Christine finally told them.

"So you've got some form of drug made for angels? How come you reacted to it then? You're a demon!" Grelle snorted. Obviously someone needed to interrogate the bitch and apparently the only one capable was the only other woman in the room.

The Undertaker tutted, "The original demons weren't always demons. They were the Fallen, those who rebelled against the grand puppet master in the sky, and were cast from 'eaven. Now, it seems 'ere, that we 'ave ourselves-"

"A direct descendent, yes. Now, can we move along?" Christine snapped.

"That's all I 'ave for ye." The Undertaker sat once more and played with his skull, grinning. He watched as the demon butler and the reaper strode out, calling out only once it was just him and the demoness. "You tread a dangerous path, Exlecebra."

Christine whirled around, "How did you-"

"I know much more than I let on. Now, better scurry to yer mate," He smiled again, watching her eyes widen. He let a giggle out as she slammed the door on the way out of his shop.

"And we are in this filth, why?" Grelle sniffed as he tried to step around the puddles in the damp tunnel. "A fine lady such as myself is not supposed to be doing things like this. Now, her, I can understand wallowing in this." He pointed to Christine.

"Do you ever shut up?" Christine hissed, trying to focus on the scent of the smugglers. She already was on edge from the close proximity of her… She couldn't bring herself to call him it. She actively avoided thinking about it, actually. If she were to think about it then she wouldn't be able to focus on the job before her.

"Stop," Sebastian's low murmur halted both the demoness and the reaper, making them look up. There was a heavy aura that filled and oppressed everyone and everything that dared to wade further into it. He slowly breathed in and was greeted by the stench of depression, desperation and despair intertwined with sulfur, a combination heavier and stronger than the sewage. He did not need to glance over to see that his demoness recognized the smell. He frowned.

"Does anyone want to explain what is going on?" Grelle pouted as he crossed his arms.

"Demons," The pair whispered in time, neither paying attention. As soon as the word was spoken one of the creatures appeared.

"That is a demon?!" Grelle asked, his octave rising out of disgust but with good reason. The creature before them scuttled on approximately four legs but it was hard to tell in the lighting if what dragged behind it was a sort of tail, another leg or something else entirely. It was covered in boils and open flesh wounds, all of which oozed thick, black blood. Protruding from the ends of the limbs were claws of sorts, jagged and smeared red. From the mouth came thick, yellowish-red saliva, bits of flesh clinging between the teeth. Lastly came the eyes. They were not aligned but shown the same as Christine's or Sebastian's.

The creature cocked its ugly head to the side and laughed, the sound akin to a hynea if it were bred with a crocodile. Slowly it crawled toward them, aiming for Christine. The lips spread to an impossible grin as it sniffed the air. "Feeeemaale!" It rasped out, the word gurgling in the back of the throat.

"You have to be joking," Christine's monotone echoed. She stepped forward and took it by the jaw, yanking, causing a loud tear and a scream. She then proceeded to rip it piece by piece until she was covered in blood. "Let's move, shall we? From the blood on it, there is a feeding frenzy with the main course being the next load of drug girls, but that's just my guess." She started off that way, listening to the screeches as she walked forward.

"There's more?! My nose can't endure this!" Grelle whined, taking a half step back.

"It'll be easy and besides," Sebastian smirked slowly, "It will be fun. You can use your scythe." He then turned, following after her, his eyes glowing as he heard her snarl.

Already limbs were strewn and pieces of faces stuck to the wall. Christine could already tell there were no human survivors. A hand like foot grabbed her hand, prompting the demoness to thrust her hand into an open cavity, shredding the insides. Upon retrieving her limb, a thumb went into an eye socket, pulling forth the orb an all of the bloody nerve with it. Finally, she split the being in half, baring her fangs at the others. Her eyes flashed up in time to see black feathers rain down and the outline of a tall demon with large black wings. She smirked, nodding her head to him as she let out a low, feral snarl. She turned her attention back to her prey, grinning. What fun indeed…

After it was all done, the three stood ankle deep in blood. Bodies, human and demon alike were strewn everywhere and through the mutilation inflicted it was hard to tell. upon occasion, which belonged to which. Panting was heard along with low residual growls, though those mostly came from the two standing demons, both of which were working to calm themselves. A clawed hand raised a finger, gently stroking a porcelain cheek stained with blood. A low purring sound was elicited as glowing eyes met, neither being moving.

"Bitch, hands off! He was mine first! I called dibs!" Grelle whined as he struggled with his scythe. He glanced back at the pair, frantically yanking, his eyes wide.

"Another nice moment ruined," Christine sighed. She looked away and froze as she saw it. A soul. Her eyes scanned the cavernous tunnel to find scattered souls. She looked to Sebastian who slowly realized the same thing. His face, usually completely under his control, appeared slightly strained then, his eyes flicking about to the souls.

Sebastian grit his teeth as she watched him. He could feel the ache of hunger blossom into the pain of starvation then, but he could not make one move toward relieving himself. His contract forbade him from hunting for another soul. He darted his eyes to Christine and a low growl echoed in his chest. She was free to feed, to glut herself upon them if she so wished. Worse still, he knew that she realized he had knowledge to this and instead stood there, pitying him.

"Sebastian… I can bring one to-"

"No," he told her. "I do not wish to partake in feeding what other lowly scum thought good enough to dine on. You may if you wish but I shall not."

"You need something- why not take what you can now while there is still plenty? There is enough here to keep sated for the next few millennia-"

"None here are to my taste, now then, let it go."

"Quit being so stubborn! You are starving and before you lies a way to end your suffering. Now, don't be too stupid as to not take it," Christine snapped, her fangs showing again. She knew not why it mattered to her that he was fed, only that his stubbornness infuriated her to no end. The more that she thought about it, the more her anger grew.

"Yes, there is an end to my suffering and it lies not with living longer. You are the fool if you could honestly think I would want to live millennia serving that brat!" Sebastian snapped, his eyes glowing with his fury toward the demoness. His skin twitched painfully as the mark reminded him that the female before him owned him as well. He scarcely cared about the reactions drawn from either the demoness, nor the reaper. He turned then, striding away.

There was a moment of silence in which the only thing heard was the muted sound of his footsteps. This was interrupted by Grelle asking, "What are you doing? He said-" The redhead was left with his mouth open as he watched the demoness leap upon Sebastian, knocking him to the ground. He watched as the two fought but eventually Christine hovered over him, holding him down long enough to smash her mouth to his. Unseen was the soul moving from her lips past his to his stomach. She drew back then, leaping away, blood dripping from where he bit her lower lip. Her hair had fallen and she stood, watching him through narrowed eyes. She stood, braced for an attack though her eyes remained blue rather than demonic like his. Grelle had to hand it to the woman, she was certainly brave. He would never had never tried anything like that with Sebastian. But, because she had it came of no real surprise when he crossed to her and grasped her by the throat, slamming her into the wall hard enough that it shook and cracked around her.

"Why?" Sebastian demanded, his fangs showing as he stared her down. Who was this woman, this demoness? She reeked of high rank but she was young, inexperienced. She seemed incapable of doing anything and yet she had enough strength to hold him still long enough to force feed him. He snarled then, waiting for her answer. Yet, blue eyes continued to stare back at him. Disgusted, he let her go then, leaving without another word.

Sebastian had yet to speak to Christine since they returned, his anger smouldering. He had noticed she did not seek him out to try to make amends. He snorted as he came to the conclusion that she believed she was right. Imbecile. He started to lift his hand to knock but paused as he swallowed his anger. Finally he knocked on the door, waiting for her to open it. For a long moment it seemed as though she wouldn't, but finally the wood was moved and her face replaced it. "What is it?"

"What possessed you to do that?" He saw no reason to beat about the bush. She had to know that he was here for an answer. Demons do not feed other demons. They killed them and had fun doing it. Then again, she did mark him.

"In all honesty, I do not know. I was just so irritated that you refused and I suppose I snapped." Christine ran a hand through her long bangs, closing her eyes as she sighed. She felt tired then, but not in a physical sense. It was hard to describe it, but she felt drained.

"You do realize that in the event we fight you have lost the upper hand, do you not?" Sebastian spoke these words out loud as he watched her. With one little action, the anger that had seated itself in his gut was extinguished. He looked at her tired smile and felt confused at the stirring this caused within him.

"I know," Christine told him. She looked down the hall where Finny could be heard walking. "You had best go now. Rumors will spread if they saw you here." She then closed the door, leaving a very puzzled Sebastian staring at the grains in the oak.

The damp soil beneath the bare skin of her feet was littered with leaves, while the usually busy nightlife appeared silent all about her. Her eyes narrowed as she spoke into the eerie silence at a shadowed figure before her. "This is not what I agreed to do and you know it," Her voice was even despite the anxiety she felt. It was easy to look calm and collected but it was an entirely different thing to actually be that way.

"You are to obey without question-"

"I won't do it. This… this is compl-" She hissed with pain as her flesh was torn, the tracks welling immediately with blood. She had no chance to respond as she was thrown onto the ground, unable to move.

"Now then, do you not want that little thing we had talked about before? As I recall, you wanted me to-"

"Stop… I remember," Christine wheezed.

"Good. Now, do you recall who it was that trained you, molded you, made you into who you are?" A pair of feet appeared by her face.

"You did," Christine growled, lifting her eyes to see his face.

"There's my little wildcat. Now, lastly and most importantly, do not forget," The hand shot out and snatched her chin, bringing her to look at him fully, "I own you."

"Yes...Sir."

SIX FUCKING PAGES TYPED WITH ONE HAND! Now then, I'd like to thank everyone for being patient. As always, please leave reviews, drop me a line, tell me your theories, etc.