Sebastian came into the house as the Undertaker was finishing looking at Lucian. The two shared the look of two who had seen much more than what they were hoping not to face, and still found the road ahead a very worthy one to travel.
"He is a blackened soul. The depths of Hell, all the good things a demon would want in a demon child," the ex-Reaper said. A laugh was in his eyes as he added, "And still a trace of human soul."
"Mey-Rin is strong."
"Her soul and heart are, yes. And now, after your single-mindedness and determination, so is her body. For eternity. To find such a mate," he added now looking back at Lucian as he was playing with the long sleeve of the Undertaker. "A halfling he is not, but one who is dark and will need much guidance to become as balanced as his father, well," he glanced at the Demon. "Only you and your beloved can do that."
"And the possibility of Glorey being taken?"
"Always present, my friend. The back doors are being sealed by those who are already here on the top, and wish to remain so. It's a good life being independent."
Sebastian did not miss the meaning, nor did he wish to respond. His focus was on his young master, back at the Manor, his wife and daughter, both below, and the others, the fallen of Hell and Heaven, that lurked just beyond his territory walls. The Undertaker had been granted passage by all in exchange for information. They paid with a soul, a song, or a joke, for the information, hoping that the person who was giving it to them was not playing them. Of course none really trusted the ex-Reaper.
"There is already a bind around Glorey and Lucian," Sebastian said as they walked down the lane toward the side entrance. "Mey-Rin also has felt it. When he cries, she seems to know why."
"And Mey-Rin's talking to him? Like when he was still in the womb?"
"Hasn't happened since. The fallen were inside our walls when that happened and I do not abide for that. I did what I had to do for them to understand this is mine."
The Undertaker merely raised an eyebrow. He could see the curls of demonic power, and had felt the low rumble of the Demon that was so perfect in all he did. Including being a demon. The Undertaker smiled a bit, well, not quiet the perfect demon. He did take a human as his life mate, and selfishly consumed her himself so they would be bound, no interference. And had challenged his fallen Demons to the task by giving the world two children. Two who were in danger, and were dangerous. Even Glorey, with a pure human soul, was not to be underestimated. The two parted and the Undertaker once more took to his own path, and his own thoughts of the Michaelis'.
Glorey's soul was bartered and given to the Head Demon himself, in exchange that the small family would not be touched. Then Mey-Rin, a human whose soul was torn and stitched with a demonic one, had conceived again. He giggled; he was sure they enjoyed the coupling as much as they did the first time. And Lucian was a human, with a demon soul, unlike Sebastian, who was a Demon, with a human-like heart, and perhaps soul. A non-perfect arrangement for a perfect way to stay with his human companions. And the marks! The contracts! The Undertaker now roared with laughter. They were not going to be needed to sustain the fallen - or at least they would not be easily delivered now. He suspected that the Earl Phantomhive's soul was safe, in Sebastian's care, and would remain so for a long time. Perhaps until a natural death. He smiled; a coffin built for an old Earl was much more appealing than a tiny one for the small child he had once met with the hungry demon by his side.
Hungry. He mused at this. Sebastian didn't seem hungry for a soul anymore. Perhaps the power of love was really what he needed to sustain himself now. An ascending, redeeming Demon? But the fallen would never take him, and neither Sebastian nor Mey-Rin would care as they continued to exist with their family. They had one another, and many children if Lucian was proof.
"Powerful children that make the protection of the In between so much easier," he whispered. "The time has come for the halflings to come back and rule the balance."