The newly revealed Undertaker leaned forward, resting against the wooden weapon. His pursed lips formed an impish smirk as he put a hand up in casual assent for everyone to listen, which Hellebore did without much argument, she found this Reaper to be far more interesting than the red head or blond one. His eyes slid to her pausing momentarily before he started talking.

"It probably began with my curiosity toward humans. Ah yes…humans are 'a flesh body' and a 'soul'…if you bring these two together, one can exist amongst the living and keep on documenting their life's memories in the 'cinematic record'. And of course, when the flesh withers and the Reapers collect their souls, the record ends there and the living become the dead. Taking the soul from the body according to a list, causing an end to the kaleidoscope…day in day out, peacefully, indifferently. It was a long time in my career as a Reaper before it occurred to me; what would happen if the end had a continuation?" Grell and Ronald's eyes widened, clearly surprised by this sudden outcome in the story.

"Reaper's only hunt souls after all. The body and the brain that holds the memories are left in this world." The undertaker said casually, his scars stretching and paling with the contracting of his smile. Grell shook his head in disbelief. "You edited the records?" The undertaker chuckled before pointing a hand toward a group of the walking cadavers, "Well then, how about you take a look at their records with your own abilities?" Grell without a moment's hesitation did so and though Hellebore didn't have a perfect view of the record, she could tell that what he saw confused him greatly.

The undertaker went on to explain even with the growing confusion of the many occupants of the room. "By connecting these fake records to them, I made it so that end would never come. And if you do that…the body somehow mistakenly thinks life is still continuing. And starts moving again without a soul!"

Without a soul.

Both Hellebore and Sebastian jerked up in surprise, suddenly paying attention more avidly than they had been moments ago.

"All living beings instinctively try to fill up whatever they lack. If your body gets wounded, it will close it up. If the spirit feels lonely, one will seek others in order to fill this emptiness." The undertaker smiled and interlaced his fingers, cocking his head gently. "That's why they also instinctively seek what they lack…in order to find a 'soul', they will try and open up the bodies of the living. To settle the balance of the never-ending cinematic record you see." Hellebore looked at her feet for a moment before whispering more to herself than anyone: "Remove everything and hunger will still remain." The undertaker's eyes examined her for a moment before chuckling, nodding to her.

Ciel looked up and wriggled partially free of Sebastian's grip so as to stick his head out at the Undertaker. "Is that why, even lacking sight and hearing they come after our souls?"
Yellowish green eyes became nostalgic for a moment before the Undertakers lips parted again and he stated in a thoughtful tone; "It's impossible for them to make another's soul theirs though…Sadly I can't create a soul, I experiment a lot but most never became anything more than flesh dolls without a self. That's why I call them, not living and not dead. 'The Bizarre Dolls'." The Undertaker finished as he began to move from the center of the room to the stairs, stepping over the immobile bodies of some discarded dolls. Ciel clenched his teeth, eyes watching the Undertaker angrily. "How perverse can you be…" He began only to be cut off by the merry chime of the Undertaker. "The fact that you can't understand this beauty just means you're still too young, earl." He climbed the stairs reaching a shuffling body of a young woman, mouth stained a black red. He placed his cheek to the top of her head, almost lovingly.

"Beautifully stitched skin as white as wax, just like when they were alive. Their mouths that cannot clamor noisily or tell lies any longer. Aren't they all far more beautiful than when they were alive?" The Doll struggled and made a sound like a starved dog. Ciel put a hand over his mouth and peeled his lips back in disgust. "It makes me sick!" The Undertaker barely registered the boy as he turned his head so that his chin was resting on the Doll, "That may be what you say but…some people find these Doll's quite an attractive tool. They feel no pain or fear…eating the living, craving their souls. The perfect animal army, wouldn't you agree?"

Ciel stepped back in surprise, Grell and Ronald seemed surprised (if their wide mouths were anything to go by), while Hellebore and Sebastian seemed almost impressed if not disgusted.
"We decided on experimenting by throwing the same amount of humans and bizarre dolls together on a luxury cruise ship."
Sebastian seemed thoughtful. "See how many survive on each end after the initial massacre? Quite deranged." Hellebore nodded before admitting to herself quietly that it was still extremely entertaining.
The Undertaker looked at them before pushing the doll away and walking down the steps leisurely. "The Iceberg incident was a surprise…and having quite being a Reaper, I don't own the list anymore, although considering that it saved me the trouble of making it sink, it's like catching two birds with one stone."
Hellebore sighed, "So, we were never headed to America?"

Not gracing her question with an answer the Undertaker merely traced his lips with his own over grown black nails. "But because of you guys it seems a lot more humans survived than anticipated…I wonder if I should be angry…"

(…line break…)

Hellebore would have laughed at Ronald's sudden loss of glasses if she weren't focused on the keeping a bizarre doll from grabbing Ciel. After she had practically sterilized any and all dolls that were within a ten foot radius of her young master, she turned back to the fight, concluding she should probably help.
"Weren't you going to hunt me down?" Asked a rather amused sounding Undertaker.

"We are." Was the only reply he got before Hellebore's hands gripped his hair and pulled sharply from behind, there wasn't a reaction for a moment before he spun easily kicking her feet out from under her, and in that instant in an attempt to gain upper ground she kicked back, feet hitting the floor, propelling herself out of his grasp. The Undertaker looked at her. "Hair pulling? How childish…"
Hellebore merely shrugged. "I don't care out it looks! We're running out of time!" Grell cried as he and Ronald rushed forward, side by side as they attempted a frontal assault. Hellebore watched in surprise as the attack was easily blocked.

Grell attempted to cut through the wood again, but failed and in frustration exclaimed in annoyance. "The death scythe that can cut everything…huh. Don't you think that catchphrase is a little strange? It's not like I care either way though…" he trailed allowing a giggle to escape, bangs fell out of his face as he gave the two Reapers a chilling look of pure amused sadism.
"There is one thing though, isn't there? That it can't cut."

Before Ronald or Grell could truly react they were both knocked back by the sudden impact of the weapon that had appeared in the undertaker's hands, successfully ripping impressive wounds in their stomachs. "A Death Scythe." Grell coughed through a splatter of blood. Hellebore nodded slowly before turning to Sebastian. "Certainly lives up to its name."

She was of course referring to the skeleton handle, bones of a pristine silver, thorns wrapping about the skull, seemingly attached to the actual blade which curved menacingly like that of a crescent moon. Not to mention the pure aura that seemed to radiate off it.
"They should've collected it when you retired…" Ronald said as he convulsed gently. The Undertaker ran his fingers along the blade gently. "It was with me for such a long time that it became hard to part with. I went through quite some trouble to take it with me you know~" Suddenly he raised the weapon above his head, as if he were about to chop fire wood. "Well then, how about I hunt you guys now? Like the pitiful rabbit in a hunting game." He said; smile not once leaving his face. He swung mightily, successfully hitting the pillars causing a tremor to shake through Ciel who stood upon the floor which was supported by said pillars. Sebastian and Hellebore rushed forward, catching tables and debris and flinging them back toward the Undertaker.

"It's useless!" The Undertaker chimed excitedly. "This takes no more effect than breaking a cookie." He said looking to where he expected the Demons to be, but when he found them flanking him he paused in surprise.

"Getting within the wide reach of this Scythe was the goal." Sebastian admitted narcissistically as he slid just within reach. Sebastian flew just out of reach, landing on his hands as the Undertaker used the Scythe as leverage to push himself in a flip like motion up and over.
"You think of some interesting stuff, butler. Then…" He landed down on his foot just behind Ciel, and without even stopping grabbed the boy by the loose of his shirt.
"So will I."

Now throughout this entire exchange it's needless to say that Hellebore's grappled the slope of a wall with a speed only known to serpents. And the Undertaker's noted this, and plans on using it to his advantage, so while Sebastian lunges and Ciel struggles he turns to Hellebore and not looking at Ciel, throws the young earl into Sebastian's arms, causing the older demon to stop his bulldozing actions. But Hellebore now to close to the Undertaker to escape is given no other choice than to be grasped by the neck, thrown to the floor and stabbed through the chest, breaking through until the Scythe breaks the carpet of the ground below.

"I'll admit my curiosity gets the best of me…what could someone of the original line be doing with a dog and a butler? Why don't you show me?"

(…line break…)

"It was simple enough." Stated the woman, that woman. That woman with the brown hair, green eyes, far sharper than her daughter who happens to be looking up pleadingly at her. The woman looked down at her daughter, who had taken on a human form and even though she looked young and weak it was obvious that she held within her the blood of the snake, coiling within her demonic veins, waiting to snap.
"But Mother…" Whimpered the girl. Instantly the woman is towering above the girl, intimidating she points to the only remaining human who is cowering in the corner, staring at the younger version of Hellebore in terror. But who can blame him, considering that he's just witnessed the merciless massacre of his companion's only moments ago at the hand of this very child. His companions are now only stains on the floor.

"Again." The woman states.

Another memory surfaces:

Hellebore is rubbing the forehead of a woman who looks to be about fifty, lying on her bed, face flushed, eyes fluttering, breathing hitched.

She's clearly dying.

The woman's eyes opened and slipped to Hellebore, almost ruefully she laughs at the Demoness, who in reply merely smiles.
"Still here are you?" The woman asked.
"So is the term of our contract." Hellebore answered methodically reaching over to a cup filled with what can only be assumed as wine.
"I'm dying aren't I?" The woman asks hesitantly, almost timidly. Hellebore doesn't stop her movements as she puts the glass up to the woman's lips, who in return drinks greedily.
"…Yes."
"I have two orders for you Hellebore." The woman whispered, pushing away the glass of wine. Hellebore is silent before she looks up into her mistress's eyes, amusement glinting across her opaque irises.

"I cannot cure your illness."
"I wasn't going to ask you to." The woman stated defiantly.
"Just making sure." Hellebore said as she pulled herself to attention.
"First, I knew a man, a man named Vincent Phantomhive; I order you to go to his estate and ensure his and his family's safety until you are no longer needed." The woman chose to ignore Hellebore's glare at the prospect of more work.
"Secondly, I order you to devour me."

Yet another memory;

"What is your contract a picture of?" Asked the eager man, seemingly ignoring the fact that Hellebore was in her true form, then again they were in the holy city…he had probably seen some strange things as well.
"Ouroboros." She answered half heartedly, already regretting allowing herself to be summoned by this man.
"Yes, but what does it mean?" He asked suddenly annoyed pulling himself forward to look at her. His confidence wavered however when she stepped forward.
"In answer to your question, it represents the eternal return, cycles beginning again as soon as they end. Similar to your mythology of Phoenixes. Or moreover something existing in or persisting from the beginning with such force or qualities that it cannot be extinguished." The man looked at her for a moment.
"So you'll never die?"
A pause. Before her essence engulfed the man, his body wrapped in a sudden darkness.
"Something like that."

The final memory;

She gripped the fabric of Sebastian's uniform, looking up then blushing and quickly averting her eyes to the ground.
"I…I'm sorry…" Hellebore whispered after a moment. Sebastian merely placed a finger on her chin, pushing her head up so that their eyes locked.
"You never have to apologize to me." He pulled back and straightened his uniform. When Hellebore was about to leave he stopped her. "We are going on a trip soon, so I suggest you and your companion prepare yourselves."

(…line break…)

Fingers twitched and bodies lurched as Hellebore was vaguely aware of being cradled, almost as if a child. The hands were familiar as they caressed her upper arm, attempting to grasp her attention, the fabric of the gloves flaring against her skin. She blinked once, twice, and realized with mildly detached annoyance that her vision was fuzzy. She tried sitting up and failed horribly. A figure came in view and a set of hot coals framed by black stood out. She smiled half heartedly.

"Demon."
He smirked lightly.
"Demoness." Turning her head to the side Hellebore saw the Undertaker, his smile having never faltered. He looked at Sebastian, then Hellebore and his smile grew.
"Protecting your mate, eh? How primitive." He said casually rotating the scythe. "Although to me it seems that the butler will only bring the young earl and the young Demoness pain…I'll just have to get rid of you!" The Undertaker announced gleefully as he raised the scythe in preparation of the swing. Hellebore lifted herself up onto her elbows, spat out a bit of blood and promptly glared with a rage that only a Demoness could possess.
"Do it. I dare you." She whispered dangerously. Just as the Undertaker was about to swing a shock went through the entirety of the ship. If she had the strength she would've laughed at Sebastian's lack of etiquette as he let loose a mild swear word while the ship tilted dangerously. "The floodwater is causing the ship to tilt!" He announced rather uselessly.

Grell turned to the Sebastian, who was gripping Hellebore about the waist, who in turn was holding a rather clingy Ciel. All three of them hanging rather haphazardly from a protruding piece of metal. "There really is no time…so I'll be taking him! Just stay there and enjoy the show." Grell called behind as he turned toward the Undertaker. Sebastian stated his defiance to this statement quite clearly."
"I won't." He replied hopping from his spot, landing on the teetering floor, as he gripped a pillar to keep from sliding down. Ronald smiled and spun over to them. "I'll take care of the weakened over here."

Ciel made a sound of disapproval as he tightened his grip on Hellebore. She glanced down at him and his sudden grinning face.
"I can't have you looking down on my servants. Weakened? Lost to you? That joke isn't even funny. Right, Hellebore, Sebastian?" Ciel asked not even looking at the two Demons. Sebastian smiled, fangs glinting.
"Yes, very much so." Sebastian said maliciously.
"I agree, it wasn't funny at all." Hellebore said after a moment, deciding to join the conversation. She then promptly coughed, causing a splurge of blood to be released. Ronald sighed.
"It's like I'm picking on the weak or something."

Needless to say, said Reaper was taken aback when he found himself the new punching bag of a very irate male demon. As Sebastian kicked the young Reaper across the room, he stopped only to grab Ronald's collar.
"What did you say about picking on the weak?"

Hellebore couldn't watch as Ciel kept looking at her as if she would fall to the ground at any moment.
"What?" She asked slightly annoyed.
"You're bleeding." He stated dumbly.
"I didn't notice." She responded sardonically. Ciel looked up suddenly. His eyes widened as he pulled on Hellebore arm, easily gaining her attention, not that she hadn't already noticed.

"Th-this is bad!" Ciel said, referring to both Sebastian and the Undertaker, as they were the only ones currently still fighting. Before any action could be taken however, a large metallic groan took everyone's attention, as quite un-dramatically, the wall caved, like flood gates opening, water was filling the room in moments. As Ciel ducked under Hellebore's frame in a weak attempt at staying dry the Undertaker jumped up, tauntingly.

"Well then, it's finally time to say goodbye. It was pretty interesting."

In some sort of silent communication, both Sebastian and Grell were suddenly running at him, each from a different angle, each with a different fighting technique. The Undertaker seemed surprised as he ducked and blocked, cut not well enough as the Undertaker's necklace was sent flying off as Sebastian's foot sent it askew. It was only in their close proximity to the fight was Ciel able to grasp onto the chain from where he clung to Hellebore.

The Undertaker seemed hesitant for a moment, and maybe even shocked, before a smirk not unfamiliar to Hellebore did he push off the ground, pushing himself back. "Earl. I'll entrust that to you for a while, please take good care of it." He raised his head and allowed his eyes to glisten beneath his bangs. "It's my treasure."

As the Undertaker turned away, Ciel stuck his arm out, in a desperate attempt to regain his attention. "Wait, Undertaker!" Ignoring him the Reaper ran a hand through his hair.
"See you, Earl." He then hoisted the Scythe above his head as he swung, smile plastered on. "Let's meet again."

(…line break…)

She watched from her spot next to Ciel as Sebastian was attacked by a rather persistent doll. He smashed its head between his feet with ease. As Ciel began to talk aloud Hellebore slipped her hand across his mouth, listening quietly. Bubble pockets were forming all about the boat, rising higher until each pocket had its own head, resulting in a horde of the Dolls.

"No way…" Ciel said in disbelief. Hellebore shook her head, also disbelieving. Suddenly Hellebore and Sebastian remembered that Sebastian was in the water.
"Sebastian, get in!" Ciel demanded his hand out. Hellebore was watching the horde advance toward them. She didn't even glance up when Sebastian was suddenly in the boat, reaching for an oar, now using it as a weapon. She glared at the water intently, letting her tongue swish between her lips. Within moments at least two dozen of the Dolls had suddenly been dragged down, pulled by a force that couldn't be seen. At Ciel's gaze on her actions she merely stated; "Sea snakes. They can't help forever though…stupid cold." She said before pushing Ciel out of the way of an overzealous doll which had attempted to climb over the edge.

"We can't expose the survivors to danger…whether or not it's a bad thing…they only seem interested in the soul nearest to them!" Ciel chattered out between shivers invoked by the cold. "You can take them can't you?" Sebastian smirked.
"There is no need to ask a servant anything. Please give me an order." Sebastian said, almost daringly, dried blood about his lips cracking as he smiled. Ciel didn't say anything as he tore the knot off of his eye patch. Hellebore looked away, respecting the intimate gesture between Demon and Contractor.

"This is an order, Sebastian! Eradicate them!" The dolls surged forward, pressing against the boat.
"Yes, my lord! I suggest you hold onto the boat!" Sebastian commanded. Ciel complied as Hellebore stood and making sure Ciel's eyes were closed, she detached herself from any humanity that she had held before, and allowed the transition between human looking to reptile looking happen swiftly as she quickly flung herself off the boat and into the horde.

Within seconds the bodies of the Dolls were slashed in multiple areas, and not just by Sebastian, but Hellebore having also seemingly crushed a good percentage of the creatures with pure mass per inch, had left her own dent.

"Interesting…" Sebastian said in between slamming his oar through a Doll's skull. "Humans will drag others down in order to get what they want even in death." Sebastian seethed in a brief pause as he allowed his eyes to flare.
"They are truly insatiable." Rather suddenly a snake wrapped itself around the tip of Sebastian's oar, and Sebastian understanding easily, flicked his wrist causing the snake to fly upwards, a good altitude above all the cadavers and with a precise motion the snake was no longer in the air but instead wrapping itself around as many of the dolls as it could. Sebastian went back to bludgeoning.

After a continuous pattern of this style of attack Sebastian stood, bloodied oar in hand as he waited for Hellebore to climb aboard. After a moment a large snake flopped into the boat, and it was only then that Sebastian noted the discoloring of the snake, the clouded eyes, the mass amount of scales which looked as if they had been torn off, and not to mention the large abdominal wound that seemed to slow down the motions of the snake until it curled tightly into itself at Sebastian's feet.

"Hellebore!" Ciel called as he watched the snake pull into itself, attempting to incubate the shivering blood within its veins. Sebastian momentarily hesitated as he gingerly plucked the snake from its resting place, instantly the snake was digging itself into Sebastian's chest, trying to get into his vest where some amount of heat would be stored.

"Even for me a death scythe blow is tough; I can only imagine her pain, what with how young she is." Sebastian observed gently. Ciel looked at his butler for a moment before seemingly making a decision.
"Heal her."
"I'm sorry?"
"Heal her, don't make me repeat myself. You can can't you?"

Sebastian hesitated, before nodding. "Yes…you may want to close your eyes."