"Finny, carry this stuff," Baldroy said as he carried luggage to the carriage waiting outside.

"Sure," Finny said as he ran to pick up the next set of heavy luggage.

"Let's see . . . the young master's underclothes . . . ," Mey-Rin said to herself as she went to carry a suitcase.

"Tanaka, how is it coming along," Ciel asked.

"My lord, it's all been carried out according to your orders, thanks to Ms. Kiliamo's help," he said with a bow.

"Young master, I've reserved our lodgings," Sebastian said to his master.

"Good."

"Young master, I was wondering; where exactly are you three going on this trip," Finny asked, but was soon hit in the head by Baldroy.

"You've been packing all this time without even knowing?!"

"Sebastian, Lilliana, and I are going to Paris," he said simply. He read in the papers that it was the one hundredth anniversary of the French Revolution and to celebrate, they are unveiling a massive tower that they are calling the Eiffel Tower to the World's Fair. Usually, he wouldn't care about these things, but he also heard that the Queen is going in secret to see the new landmark.

Soon, the trio traveled into the carriage and onto the next boat to Paris, but after everything that happened with Lau and Abberline, Ciel couldn't help, but feel distrust to the person he swore loyalty to for his entire life. "The Queen arrived to Paris three days ago and should be viewing the Exposition now. I'm sure the hotel will be heavily guarded, so . . . ," Lilliana said as she watched the sea, but noticed Ciel wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. "Young master."

"Hm, what," he said.

"Your mind is somewhere else, isn't it," Sebastian asked.

"Lau said the Queen was 'trying to plunge the world into war'."

"Is that why you desire an audience with her?"

"No."

"Was your heart moved by Abberline's death, then?"

"No, this is because they were all my pawns since the very beginning, but that pawn ignored my orders and just kept sticking his nose in. The same goes for Lau. Without a grasp of your pawns' motives and strategies, you can't play the game. That's all."

After a while, Ciel's eyes, or eye really, stared to droop and Sebastian was about to take him to the stateroom to rest, but Lilliana stopped him. "You know, I've never been this far away from London for a long time. It's nice to see the sea and I have someone to enjoy it with," she said as she grabbed his arm. "Even when I was with my brother, we only stayed in France. In a way, I'll be returning home."

"Maybe we should visit your hometown and see where you've come from," he said with a smile, but hers soon faded.

"I don't see any point in it. I remember them being very unforgiving and if you committed a big enough crime or scandal, they would run you out of town. Besides, everyone that I cared about is dead already and so are the ones that exiled my brother and me."

"A fitting end for them, I presume?"

"I guess so. Death is inevitable for everyone," she said as she looked at the sea again. This was the first time she was surrounded by the sea and it was somewhat . . . liberating. If only she could share this wonderful sight with her brother. "Bastille isn't a bad guy," she said suddenly. "He is just overprotective and now I know why. I just hope he can see that you aren't a bad guy either."

"It will be hard to convince him that. He believes that I have defiled you already."

"That's why I'm trying to convince him that you haven't, but he won't believe me. He still sees me as Lily Kilia instead of Lilliana Kiliamo. I've learned to defend myself, but he still sees me as the defenseless girl who can't fight back."

"I'm sure if anyone can convince him, it will be you."

"I hope so."

The trio finally arrived to Paris and they were in awe by the different shows and exhibits that surrounded them, or at least, Sebastian and Lilliana were. Ciel had other things on his mind, especially when he stood in front of the Eiffel Tower. "This is quite the occasion, my lord. We don't see an Expo every day," Lilliana said as she admired the unique tower. "Shall we look around a bit more? It might give you ideas for new products."

"Did you hear? They say there's a stuffed angel at the Palace of Wonders," a man said to his friends as they passed the trio, but their conversation seemed to catch their attention.

"Did they say a 'stuffed angel'," Ciel asked.

"I'm afraid so," Sebastian said as they walked to where the angel was exhibited, but when they got a closer look at the "angel", they were all relieved and disappointed. It was just an albino monkey with wings, presumably sewed on after they stuffed it. Only an idiot could believe that it was a true angel, especially when it had a menacing look on its face.

"What, it's just a monkey? What a bore. Let's be on our way," Ciel said as they were about to leave, but soon, they heard screaming followed by glass shattering. When they turned around, they couldn't believe their eyes: the monkey angel had come to life and was spreading havoc. It tried to strike Ciel, but Sebastian pushed him out of the way. "What is this," he said frantically. The monkey started to strike all of the light bulbs so that the room was enveloped by darkness, scaring everyone, except for the people who lived in darkness all their lives.

"Calm yourself, young master," Sebastian said to his frantic master. "You lived in the darkness. A little dimness shouldn't scare you in the least. Please, you and Lilliana should evacuate and leave this situation to me."

"But-,"

"You heard what he said, young master. Let's go," she said as she pulled Ciel by his collar. He was reluctant, but he soon followed her and ran to the nearest exist through the sea of darkness and frantic people. Eventually, the two arrived outside, where it was very bright with the sun.

"It's so bright," he said as he covered his eyes with his hand. However, as they looked around, they saw a familiar face: Angela staring at a fountain. Lilliana's eyes turned red with hatred, but he held her back as he said, "It wouldn't be wise to announce our presence to that angel. We need to hide from her."

"Yes, my lord," she said as the two started running away from the fountain to where they thought that no one would find them. They ran toward the Eiffel Tower, up the stairs, and into a vacant elevator. The two caught their breaths at the close call, but they were shocked to know that they were not alone in the elevator.

"Goodness gracious, you're in a hurry, aren't you," a young feminine voice said. They both looked in the direction of the voice and saw the Queen in her black veil that covered her face and dress looking out of the window. That voice sounded awfully young for an old woman like her.

"You're -," Ciel tried to say, but he was too shocked to finish his sentence.

"Ciel, it's been a long time. Lilliana, it's nice to meet you."

"How do you know my-," she said, but the elevator started to move toward the top of the Eiffel Tower.

"Look at the view from up here. As we face the next century, Europe is on the verge of change. However, there's uncleanliness over there and there and there," she said as she pointed to Ciel and Lilliana. "The entire slate must be wiped clean. There can be no creation without destruction. In order for the new century to be pure, I cleansed the house that has taken on all that is negative in our nation: the house of Phantomhive." They looked at her with shock. She killed Ciel's parents; the one person that he pledged his somewhat loyalty to caused the very thing that forced him into darkness?

Soon, the elevator stopped moving and the three of them walked out to walk the rest of the way to the top. "London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady," she sang all the way as they reached the top. It was that same haunting tune that Drossel sang when he kidnapped Lizzie, which gave further proof that she was the one who killed Ciel's parents.

"Might I ask you something," Lilliana asked.

"What is it?"

"You didn't just kill them; you made it beastly. I would know since I collected their souls, or at least, their malformed ones. Why would you do that?" Ciel looked at her with shock, but didn't say anything. What could he say at this point? First of all, she was casually stating her deity status to a human. Second, she was the one that collected their souls?

"Mind your language, Reaper. I cleansed them."

"That's what you call 'cleansing': demeaning the dead," Ciel asked in anger.

"Demeaning? I merely wanted to pay what tribute I could to the Phantomhives after they showed me such loyalty," she said with almost regret in her voice, but it didn't matter when a gust of wind blew off her veil, revealing long gray hair and even more shocking, a young-looking face.

"What the f-," Lilliana tried to say, but was interrupted by a chuckle from behind them.

"Surprised? She's all, but aglow with youth, isn't she," Ash said as he approached them. "The loss of her beloved husband ended Her Majesty's days of happiness. In her grief over his death, she once tried to end her own life. I joined his body with her own, so that she might live with the man she loved forever."

"I can tell that my husband is pleased with my work. His body twinges inside me. It's the throbbing of life. The joy of truly becoming one with the one you love is wonderful. I felt that if I gave the Phantomhives that same joy, it would not be a ghastly death at all. Surely you must agree," the Queen said.

"The Queen and her husband firmly intend to guide England to a world of perfect light. That aim has purged them of their own impurities, transforming Her Majesty into the young girl you see before you. What a lofty aim! She is a worthy master for an angel."

"Angel? Don't tell me you're-," Ciel said.

"Ash, at least let Ciel fall to your blade. His blade is a thing of beauty. It goes forth as the brightness of the new century," the Queen said.

"I shall draw my sword against the beauty of thy wisdom and I shall punish the beast within thee. I shall bring thee down to the pit," Ash said as he pulled out his sword and positioned it for an attack. "May an immaculate heaven greet thee, Ciel Phantomhive." He then ran forward to strike him, but luckily, Sebastian arrived just in time to push his master out of harm's way while Lilliana redirected the attack with her Death Scythe.

"Your precious sword is meaningless if you can't land a blow," she said with a smirk.

"How does it feel to remember, Lily? All those years of ungratefulness to what your brother has done for you suddenly have purpose, don't they," Ash said with that same smirk.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up," Lilliana yelled angrily as she started to attack the angel viciously.

"This may be the end, my young master. What are your orders," Sebastian said.

"Kill Ash," Ciel said.

"Will that be all, my lord?"

Ciel was reluctant, but said, "Kill the Queen."

"Very good," Sebastian said as he threw knives and forks toward the frightened Queen, but Ash blocked the attack in time with his sword. The three deities jumped into the air and began fighting each other with their own weapons. Somehow, Ash was able to fight back against the two, which made her even angrier. Soon, they were destroying parts of the Eiffel Tower, causing debris to fall to the people below.

"How dreadful! Ciel, please stop him," the Queen begged.

Ciel started to notice the commotion they were making and yelled, "Sebastian, Lilliana, stop!"

"But why," Sebastian said as he retreated, but Lilliana didn't let up for a second. She wanted to see this angel dead.

"We've attracted attention. At this rate, the commotion will only get bigger."

"Why should we bother about them, my lord? They're only humans, after all."

"No, we're withdrawing," Ciel yelled, but received confused and angry looks from both Sebastian and Lilliana, who finally stopped fighting when she heard those words. Soon, Ash sprouted angel wings and carried the Queen away from danger and presumably back to London.

The carriage ride back to the hotel was a very awkward one. For starters, neither one of them talked on their way to the carriage; not until they were a good distance away from the crowd gathering around the Eiffel Tower did Sebastian say, "Master, why did you stop us?"

"I told you: we would have attracted too much attention. That's all," Ciel said.

"You know we almost had them, right? In the end, an angel is no match for a demon and a Grim Reaper," Lilliana said, still with red in her eyes. She was pissed; not only did Ash escape, but Ciel allowed him to escape.

"What are you trying to say," Ciel asked them.

"You told me that what you wanted was vengeance against the ones who dragged you into hell. Did that vow you swore that day mean nothing? I thought you had no doubts that day. Will you still swear loyalty to the Queen, even after learning the truth," Sebastian asked.

"I never felt any scrap of loyalty to her to begin with. I merely acted as the head of the Phantomhives," Ciel said as he looked out the window.

"You've decided to value your soul, then?"

"What would I want with my soul? You two are being tedious. Do you honestly think-," Ciel tried to say, but when he looked in their direction, he received cold glares from the two deities. He had to admit that he was scared to see those glares from them. The only people who usually received those glares were people that were about to be killed by them.

Soon, Sebastian looked away as he coldly said, "You seem a bit tired, my lord. Please, return to your room and rest."

Soon, night fell, but before Sebastian cared for Ciel, he walked into the room he shared with Lilliana. He didn't tell Ciel that there were only two bedrooms in this hotel when there should be three, but there wasn't any point. He didn't ask and he seemed to be more tolerant toward her after what happened at the abbey. She was in her Reaper uniform, but for once, she didn't have to work. She asked for some time off while she was with them at Paris and Will was surprisingly fine with it. Well, he wasn't thrilled, but he could have just flat out said no. She only wore the outfit since she didn't want to be stuck in a dress throughout the entire time they were here. She was looking out a window toward the Eiffel Tower, which was some distance away from where they were staying at. "I can't believe he just . . . stopped us," she said, still looking through the window.

"I'm still uncertain why he would do such a thing, but if he insists on acting like this, I'm afraid that I have no master to serve," he said as he closed the door behind him.

She looked at him as she asked, "How come? The mark is still on your hand . . . and my lower back."

"What is the point of serving a master that won't follow through with his contract," he said as he got closer to her. "Would you?"

"I see your point, but I've never made a deal with anyone to know what that feels like. Even Bastille didn't make that many deals other than the one . . . that sacrificed his humanity," she said in a regretful tone, but he soon hugged her from behind, surprising her.

"Let's not think about those dark times. Why don't we have a little fun before Ciel calls for me," he said before moving her hair over and kissing her neck.

"A-Are you sure," she said in between moans.

"I'm sure your body is craving some attention recently," he whispered in her ear, making her shudder.

"Well, we haven't done anything for a while," she said before turning around and kissing him. The first one was quick, but it soon turned passionate as they fell on the bed. He then turned her around so her face was facing the bed and lifted her shirt up so he could see the mark he left on her. He started to kiss and lick it, which made her moan quietly while she bit her lip, but it ended abruptly.

"Dammit, young master," he said under his breath.

"He calls you now? Fuck," she said as she turned her head to face him.

He soon got up from the bed, straightened his hair and clothing, and started to leave the room, but not before saying, "I will return. Just wait a little longer."

"Fine," she said as she sat up on the bed with a disappointed face. He then closed the door and she just stared at the door. She missed his body. It felt so good to have him inside her. It was always great to feel his hot breath on her skin. It was so comforting to have him next to her when she fell asleep. If felt so good to know he was there when she was at her worse. She missed . . . him.

After a while, she heard a knock on the door, which she found a little odd since he would just open the door, especially at a moment like this, but she got off the bed and opened the door. However, as the door opened, there was no one on the other side. She even looked further down the hallway, but didn't see anyone. "Sebastian," she called as she walked out of the room, but received no reply. She tried to walk down to Ciel's bedroom, hoping to see if he was still there, but before she could, she felt a hand cover her mouth, but it wasn't Sebastian's.

"I knew you were going to defile yourself for that demon," Ash said quietly as he walked past her and the mystery person holding her back. They dragged her to the room she was just in and Ash closed the door. "And to think your brother worked so hard to protect you. Even now, you don't care for your brother and you now know what he did for you. Well, soon, it will be something you won't have to worry about ever again. Bastille, you know what to do." Her eyes widened in shock by the name she heard, but before she could do anything, his hand glowed from scarred mark and she felt that same sharp pain in her chest. Soon, she couldn't bear the pain and fainted in his arms.

"What do you mean 'you now know what he did for you'," Bastille asked as he carried Lilliana in a way that would be comfortable for her.

"Don't worry about it. You want to free her from the Reaper Association, don't you?"

"Yes I do, but I have to know what you meant! I'm not leaving until you tell me."

Ash sighed as he said, "Ok, fine, but not here. I have a surprise for you."

"A surprise?"

"I want to show you the village where you and Lily grew up in."

The next morning, Ciel woke up to the sunshine through the window, but something was wrong. He woke up . . . by himself and not by Sebastian. Not even Lilliana came in to wake him up. What the hell was going on? "Sebastian," Ciel called, but relieved no reply. "Sebastian!" Still nothing. "Lilliana!" Nothing. He got up from bed and started to look in the entire suite, but couldn't find either of them anywhere. "Where are you two? Can't you hear me?"

He then walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He checked his right eye and it still had the mark of the covenant, which meant the contract was still in effect, but where the hell is he? Did he have to do something? No, he would have stopped what he was doing when ordered to. Did Lilliana have anything to do about this? Possibly, but he wouldn't sacrifice their contract for her. Did he leave because of what happened on the Eiffel Tower? He did look upset about his decision to spare Ash and the Queen momentarily. Still, he knew one thing: he had to get to London as soon as possible.

"I thought you said we were going to my home village? What the hell is this," Bastille said as they walked to a place of ruin and ashes.

"This is your village. It was burned down a hundred years ago after a century long battle of demon and witch hunts," Ash said.

"Demon and witch hunts? Why the hell would they do that?"

"Well, after you and your sister devoured that priest's soul, the whole village was in a frantic. They first blamed demons because of the viciousness of the attack, but they soon thought that witches were conjuring the demons to do their bidding. They put innocent people to death, but ironically, a child who lost her mother sacrificed her soul to a demon so that she could get her revenge and a demon burned down the village. You didn't know that?"

"No, we weren't here at the time. After that, we traveled far away from this village. I didn't want anyone to recognize us or trigger her memory of what happened."

"Well, it's a little too late for that."

"What do you mean," he asked suspiciously.

"In order for her to be free, she had to remember everything-,"

"Are you fucking kidding me? Why the fuck would you do that," Bastille said as he grabbed Ash's collar in anger. "I spent my entire life to make sure she didn't remember that! I sacrificed my humanity so she could finally be happy and you gave her back that painful experience?!"

"She has to remember so I can change her past. Soon, that memory that made her the being she is today will be forever gone and replaced with good memories," he tried to say calmly. "But I also have a mission from the Queen to cleanse London that I need to attend to."

"What is this 'cleansing' you keep talking about? That's all you've been saying ever since I agreed to work with you, or with Angela really, but regardless. You never told me what your plan was."

"That's because I didn't fully trust you then, but seeing your consistent devotion toward your sister has changed my mind. I will tell you everything, but you have to trust that I will do whatever I can for her, all right?"

Bastille sighed, but said, "Fine."

Ciel was having a shitty day without Sebastian by his side. He had a very hard time doing anything in his own, including putting in his own clothes, but his torture didn't stop there. He was scammed out of his own money when he paid a man to take him to a port, but was taken some distance away from the nearest port. He was exhausted, but he had to endure this all day! This was nothing like he was used to at all, but all he could think of was where the hell was Sebastian? And for that matter, where the hell was Lilliana? He knew she wasn't under contract, but she was at his side even if Sebastian wasn't, or that is, when she wasn't helping him. Those two seemed to be inseparable when she was hired, but it wasn't until he learned she was a Grim Reaper did they seem to separate, even though she probably didn't want to in the first place. He always had a theory that he was sleeping with her, but he soon caught on that he wasn't using her; he actually probably enjoyed it. He had his own toy to play with.

Ciel finally made it to the port, but had to sneak onto a ship since he didn't have any money to pay for a ticket. He hid in the cargo hold and once in a while, the crew would come to check on several things, but he remained hidden so he wouldn't be caught. The sailors discussed trivial things, like the strong wind and the unusually hot weather. However, despite Ciel's best efforts, one person managed to find him and he had that same creepy smile he saw every time he entered his parlor. "Found you, my lord," Undertaker said.

"Undertaker," Ciel said in shock. Out of all the people that could find him, he would have never suspected it would be him. However, he was nice enough to offer the hungry child his biscuits and Ciel was desperate enough to eat anything at this point. "What are you doing here," Ciel asked in between bites.

"See, that fussy bloke William captured me and wanted me to fetch Lilliana. Apparently, he'll be shorthanded in the London area, so he roped me into this by promising to waive my library fines."

"The London area?"

"Yes, there is much work to do; a great number of souls will be collect in London this evening."

"And Lilliana isn't with you?"

"No, but I am surprised that your butler isn't with you either. Did you send him on a mission?"

"No, I didn't and that's what's worrying me," Ciel said, but was soon interrupted by frantic voices on deck.

"Ah, so it's begun," Undertaker said with glee. The two of them ran to the deck and witnesses a horrific sight: London surrounded by fiery light. "They certainly put on quite the show and now I must be on my way."

"Wait! Why did you come here?"

"You and I have a lot of history together, so I thought I'd give you fair warning. My young earl, in just a little while, you will die."

Ciel looked at him in shock. "What do you mean?" However, his question wasn't answered as he heard people crying about their hometown being burned to the ground. He looked their way and saw all the distraught faces, but when he turned back to talk to Undertaker, he vanished.

The cleansing process had begun when Ash took over Pluto's mind and started using his fire breath to burn down all of London, starting with the manor and then to the main streets of the city. Apparently, Ash was no longer doing this for the Queen since she was . . . in lack of a better term, unclean. Bastille made sure his unconscious sister was cared for since they came back, but he couldn't help, but be angry at Ash for allowing her to remember what that wicked priest did to her. How can that release her from the chains of the Reaper Association? What made things worse was that since the fire claimed many lives, there were a lot of Grim Reapers walking around and he noticed one in particular. "I still can't believe that Grell is a guy."

On the top of the building, Ash looked down as his master plan unfolded before him, but he didn't share this experience alone. "There he is. So, the boy made his way back to London. Most impressive. Well, what do you think of the view?" However, his guest was quiet. "You don't have anything to say about this?"

"Compared to the Great Fire of London in 1666, this blaze seems very slow-spreading," Sebastian said.

"You're right. Once uncleanliness and vice take hold, it's extremely difficult to do away with them. However, when this fire burns everything away, the long-awaited door will appear on the clean land! I shall open the door to the new century." The two looked down as they saw Ciel and the servants debating on what to do with Pluto, who, at this point, was past saving. "Ironic, isn't it? You battled me for your master's sake and who would have predicted that you'd be standing here with me now, watching his tragedy play out?"

"I do not act without an order from my master and at the moment, there is no master I'm meant to obey."

"I've thought to myself: I wouldn't mind joining forces with you to rule the newborn world that will dwell in this clean land though the flames of purity."

"Aren't I a wellspring of the very uncleanliness you detest? Besides, I thought Bastille was your demon partner-in-crime."

"No, he's not. I just have a little deal that I agreed on. When you examine them closely, all things emit their own intense light. If those things are well-burnished and made one, they return to their primal forms, beloved of His Holiness."

"So, you want me to be one of those vulgar patchwork dolls you're so fond of?"

"No, but is there something else you want? If you wish it, I can embrace you as a woman," Ash said as two voices seemed to come out of the same mouth, trying to tempt him by showing Sebastian with his feminine chest.

"Don't be ridiculous. Besides, if I wanted to roam your new world, I wouldn't want it to be with you."

"Ah, yes. I bet you prefer that abomination, right? Bastille, bring her here," Ash said, covering himself. Soon, Bastille climbed up to the roof with Lilliana in his arms, but once he saw Sebastian, his anger showed.

"What the fuck is this? Why is he here," Bastille asked in an angry tone, but Ash soon took her out of his arms. "Are you finally going to tell me why she's so damn important to your plan?"

"This abomination needs to be cleansed. In order for me to do that, I have to make her remember her human life when she was pure and change her traumatic experience into something that she wouldn't denounce her faith. When she is once again pure, she will become an angel."

"An angel," the two demons repeated in confusion as they saw him sprout his wings and fly them into the air.

"If she were a normal Reaper, I wouldn't have considered helping you, but this creature was tainted more by the foul touch of demons. She is a disgrace even to her own kind and it is my job to clean her and make her into an immaculate angel."

"If that happens, she will have no intention of keeping our relationship! Angels and demons hate each other! Even if she does see me as a brother, your bullshit pride will keep us apart and we will never be allowed to see each other again," Bastille said angrily.

"You honestly think that I would care for how a demon feels? I needed your mark so you could make her more . . . workable and in return, I would free her from the Reaper Association. Once she becomes an angel, she will side with me with my plan to cleanse the world!"

"No, I won't allow this," he said as he pulled out his demon sword and swung it toward him, but Ash pulled out his sword and blocked the attack. Ash was forced to let her go and she would have fallen to the ground, but luckily, Sebastian caught her in time. He used his mark on her to wake her up and she seemed to be shocked by what was going on.

"Sebastian," she said weakly.

"I'm glad to see that you are all right," he said with a smile on his face.

"What the hell is going on," she said, but soon heard clanking of metal. Sebastian helped her up and she saw many things: smoke from the burning city, ashes everywhere, and the fight between demon and angel. Bastille looked her way and saw she was okay, but before he could talk to her, he was stabbed in the chest by Ash's sword. Unfortunately for him, an angel's sword has the same power as a demon sword, which meant only one thing. Lilliana shouted in fear as she hurriedly ran to him.

"We could have prevented this if you just let me cleansed her. I guess I've failed at that task, but there's much more work to do," Ash said as he flew away.

Lilliana held her dying brother in her arms as she asked, "Why would you do such a stupid thing?! You know that angels are manipulative creatures."

"I did it . . . so I could have . . . my little sister back. It must have been . . . miserable . . . being a Grim Reaper . . . especially one . . . that was in a way . . . half demon," he said weakly.

"You didn't need to do that! We could have been a family! You are my family," she said with tears forming in her eyes and then falling down her cheek.

"I know . . . but I was still the foolish one . . . who thought an angel . . . could help you, but I was wrong. I was wrong about everything. . . . You have matured so much since that day . . . and Sebastian can't be any worse . . . than . . . that," he said as he seemed to fade away.

"No, you have to say with me! I can't lose you!"

"It's fine. You have lived decades . . . without me. You'll be fine . . . even with Sebastian by your side. Sebastian . . . promise me that you will . . . protect my little sister for me . . . while I'm gone."

"I promise," he said and with those words, Bastille closed his eyes for the last time and died. Lilliana held him close to her as she couldn't hold back the tears anymore.

However, the tears of loss soon turned to hate as she said, "That fucking bastard stole the one thing from me that I valued most. He made a deal to my brother and it cost him his very own life. I would like him to endure the same tragedy!"

"I am Ciel, Earl Phantomhive," he said as the Queen's guards surrounded him. He tried to confront the Queen one final time, hoping to end all of this, but he was shocked to see that she was already dead from her husband's dead skin. Soon, he was caught and now he was in this predicament, everyone thinks he killed the Queen.

"Phantomhive? So, the Queen's guard dog has turned against her?"

"I've cast off that title and I'm not the one who killed Her Majesty."

"Do you think you can talk your way out of this?"

"No, probably not, but no matter what you do, I will not be stopped now," Ciel said before he was shot in his side. He soon succumbed to the pain and fell to the ground, but as his blood started to form a pool around him, he pulled off his eye patch and said, "No! I . . . won't end here! Not like this!"

"I see you've awaken, young master," that low voice said, but Ciel couldn't figure out from where. However, he smiled at the thought of who it was.

"Fire!" Soon, multiple men shot their guns toward him, but he wouldn't feel them. As he opened his eyes, he saw two miracles: Sebastian, who had bullets in between his fingers, and Lilliana, who had her Death Scythe out and a deep shade of red in her eyes.

"You're quite right, young master. You won't end here," Lilliana said before Sebastian threw the bullets towards the guards, killing them on impact.

"I humbly apologize for taking unauthorized leave," Sebastian said.

"What was so important," Ciel said angrily as he compressed his wound.

"Oh, I was preparing for the Last Supper. Using a variety of spices to mature the flavor and thanks to you, I believe I'll be able to enjoy the ultimate soul."

"This is an order: take me to that angel of massacre!"

"Certainly," Lilliana and Sebastian said as he carried their young master away from the Palace and to the angel who deserved what was coming to him/her. Great; another deity whose gender was ambiguous.