I returned from London today and despite feeling pretty tired, this city inspired me so much to write that I just had to sit down and write this chapter!

I do hope you enjoy it and if you do, don't forget to leave a nice review!


It was late afternoon and Ciel had just decided to take a little nap after their day at the beach, when suddenly the bell tower rang outside. He sighed and got up again.

"What's the meaning of this?" he grumbled and left the house, heading to the marketplace where he found a large group of town people as well as his servants, except Sebastian who still seemed to do the thing he had ordered him to do earlier.

He stepped up next to Bard. "What's happening?" he asked his cook and watched a large shepherd dog tied at the wall with a heavy iron chain at its collar.

"I don't know," Bard replied thoughtfully. "They said that dog was a bad dog. Look that man tries to get something out of its fangs."

They watched how a man yelled furiously at the dog and hit it with a wooden club. Finny gasped in horror, tears shot in his eyes while a shiver ran down his spine.

"What a stubborn dog. It's truly a terrible dog," Lord Barrymore mumbled and turned around to look at the crowd as he yelled, "Begin!"

Suddenly the crowd cheered loudly and a group of dogs was freed to attack the chained dog. Barking and snarling they attacked it, biting it and about to kill it.

"Stop it! This is wrong!" Finny said more to himself when all of a sudden he yelled, "I cannot stand this anymore! I said stop it!"

The Phantomhive household turned to look at him surprised as he rushed past them, plucking a heavy, wooden post out of the ground as if it was just a toothpick and yelled again, "Stop it!"

He whirled around and knocked the group of dogs away, sending them flying. The crowd gasped in shock, an elderly woman screamed and fainted.

"Finny!" Mey-Rin called and she, Bard, Tanaka and Ciel ran towards him, looking down at him kneeling next to the injured dog.

"You got in the way! In the way of righteous punishment! More bad dogs! They're bad dogs! Bad dogs!" the crowd began mumbling and growling at them. Ciel turned around, so did the rest of them except Finny who still stroked the fur of the dog lying on the ground.

They couldn't even react quickly enough when they were captured. Ciel was chained to the wall with cuffs around his hands and an iron collar around his neck. The rest of them was tied around a wooden post.

"You're getting what you deserve, Maltese," Lord Barrymore chuckled evilly.

"Master, I'm pleading you! Please forgive them!" Angela stepped forward, clutching her hands tightly together. Her voice was filled with fear and sorrow.

Barrymore chuckled and cast a glance at Ciel. "This Pomeranian is, even if only temporarily, one of those serving Her Majesty. Depending on what he has to say, I may be able to let him go. Tell Her Majesty to withdraw and never consider this village again."

Ciel sighed heavily before a light smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You'd go that far in order to protect your miniature kingdom? It seems like the expression 'furious charge' was invented for you."

The Lord glared angrily again and spat. "Then, I will show you what it means to disobey me! Do it!"

The same group of dogs that had attacked the single dog before was now charging at Ciel, barking loudly and furiously. He gasped and stared at them approaching him, teeth flashing in the dying light of the day. They jumped at him, about to rip him apart when suddenly one by one was knocked out and been sent flying again as Sebastian appeared, standing protectively in front of his young Master.

"You are late!" Ciel grumbled.

Sebastian chuckled and cast an amused glance at him, adjusting his gloves. "Please forgive me, my Lord."

Lord Barrymore watched the butler furiously. "Now you are trying to get in my way as well, you Garm?" He kicked one of the dogs and called, "What are you waiting for? Go and bite them both to death!"

They growled but didn't move. Sebastian sighed. "Listen—what a loud and barbaric sound they make. That's why I hate dogs," he added and stared at the pack of dogs, his eyes flashing pink for a moment. The dogs retreated, whimpered in fear and lay down on the ground, tails wagging lightly.

The crowd gasped confused. "Wh-what?"

"The farce ends here, Barrymore!" Ciel called. "Listen! There is no such thing as a Devil Dog! The only thing here is an old man who was bitten by the delusion of authority!"

"What proof do you have of that, you rat?" Barrymore replied, sweat running down his face.

"This!" Sebastian replied calmly and pulled a dog's skull out of a dead dog's fangs. "It was in the basement of the mansion. The shape of the teeth match the marks on James," he lifted the skull, showing it to the crowd."

The people stared at it in confusion. Sebastian smiled lightly and pointed up into the sky, dark clouds hanging threateningly above them while the last light of the sun was shining, shoving the shadow of a dog's head. "Look at that!" Sebastian said.

"This is the real truth behind the Devil Dog," he explained further and pointed at a black projector on the ground. "The shadow of the Devil Dog was just a simple projection. And the shining thing in the night was pure phosphorus," he pointed at Lord Barrymore. "He just poured the powder on an ordinary dog."

Ciel, still hanging at the chains, added, "The Devil Dog was an illusion choreographed by one person. And that person was you, Henry Barrymore!"

The Lord retreated a little. "And where is your proof that I did that?"

Ciel smiled lightly as Sebastian went to the injured shepherd dog on the ground. Carefully he took something out of its fang and got up again. "It is a high-quality fabric. Why do you suppose this dog refused to let go of it until the end? The reason is this," Sebastian turned towards the crowd again, showing them the piece of fabric. "While trying to protect James, it bit your leg and this tore off," he glared at Barrymore. "It's a piece of your trousers."

Lord Barrymore gasped and turned around, about to move away from the scene but quickly the crowd surrounded him, pitchforks and clubs raised already.

"So, you're the one who killed James! There was no devil dog? You fooled us all!" they chanted angrily.

"Just give up! It's finished!" Ciel yelled at Barrymore.

The crowd grabbed the Lord and lifted him up, carrying him away from the place. They carried him down the road, back towards the village. No one knew what happened with him, but they all could imagine it very well.

Sebastian went and opened the chains of Ciel while Angela freed the others. Bard cheered loudly, happy to be free again. Finny went to the dog on the ground again. He knelt and stroked him again.

"You're incredible. Trying to protect your master until the end," he looked down and realized the dog was dead. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he lifted the dog's head and hugged it tightly. "You tried so hard! So hard!"

Sebastian watched the young boy thoughtfully. "This—is why I hate dogs."

"Yes, yes, cats are so much better, you repeat yourself," Ciel said annoyed and went past him. Together they went back to Barrymore mansion as night fell over the village.

Thoughtfully, Ciel stood at the window, overlooking the landscape and the village below. "I guess it is time to return home now that this case is settled. As soon as it stops raining we will leave," he said while Sebastian continued packing the young boy's suitcase. "Do you think Annie is fine?"

"She is fine, I am certain," Sebastian replied though he was not that certain at all. She seemed to have had a lot of pain and he knew three months could mean their baby might be born dead if it would decide to arrive that early. He sighed and continued packing silently.

Meanwhile, Finny was unable to sleep. The whole events this day had been too troublesome for him and so he wandered silently through the dimly lighted hallways of the mansion while rain splattered against the windows and thunder raged outside. Suddenly he stopped and peeked around the corner, spotting Angela standing at the window and staring outside.

Suddenly a loud scream rang through the mansion. Finny flinched and hurried back, nearly bumping into Bard and Tanaka. "What was that?" he asked concerned.

"It sounded like Mey-rin," Bard replied and the three of them hurried down the stairs and stopped in front of the girl sitting on the ground.

"What happened?" they asked her quite out of breath.

Unable to form a proper sentence, Mey-Rin just pointed into the cell in which Lord Barrymore had been locked up earlier that day. Blood was sprawled on the floor and a hole in the back of the cell showed them that someone—or something—had taken the Lord and probably killed him.

They exchanged a horrified look before they flinched as a loud knocking came from the front door.


Come dark, Annie lit a few candles in her bedroom. The scent of honey filled the room and she smiled as the little baby squealed quietly. She stepped towards the crib and looked down at her daughter.

"Hey precious, finally awake?" she said and reached down, gently caressing Lucy's cheek. She squeaked and grabbed her mother's finger.

Annie chuckled and looked up as the door to her room opened. Mary-Ann peeked inside. "You have a visitor, my dear."

"Is it Sebastian?" she asked full of hope, her heart skipped a beat.

"No, it's Lizzy," she replied and saw the face of her daughter fall for a second.

"Oh," she breathed and looked a bit dashed, but smiled weakly. "Send her in," she finally said and picked Lucy up on her arms. Even though the girl was just mere hours old, Annie could already sense that she had demon blood in her. It was not her appearance for she looked just like a normal human baby, but it was the way she already acted. More like a baby that was a few weeks old, but that made her only prouder of what she and Sebastian had created.

A few moments later, the door opened again and Lizzy entered with a bright smile plastered on her face as she spotted Lucy for the first time. Her eyes grew wide as she stepped closer.

"Oh Annie, she is so beautiful. She looks just like her parents," she giggled and stroked a strand of hair out of Lucy's face.

Annie chuckled. "Thank you. Would you like to hold her?"

"Really? You let me hold her?"

"Why not? I trust you, Lizzy," she handed Lucy over to her friend. Carefully, Lizzy took the baby onto her arms and rocked it gently.

"When do you think Sebastian will return?" she asked and sat down on the armchair in front of the window. "He doesn't know she is born, yet, right?"

"No he doesn't and that's why I hope he will return soon. I actually thought it was him when my mom came to tell me I have a visitor."

"I'm sorry it's just me," Lizzy looked up and smiled lightly.

"Don't be silly. I am happy to see you and look, Lucy seems to like you too," she gestured at her daughter who was looking up at Lizzy with her big, emerald eyes.

"I just hope Ciel is fine—"Lizzy mumbled and handed Lucy back to Annie, both girls deep in their own thoughts while they stared out of the window which was still covered in rain.


"What happened?" Sebastian asked once the group reached the place on which they had been earlier that day. The citizens sat on the muddy ground, praying and chanting as if in trance while the dogs howled long and loud. Rain and thunder raged around them.

"He asked you a question! What are you doing?" Bard grabbed a man's shoulder to shake him a little. That was when another crack of lightning flashed and illuminated the scenery, revealing the corpse of Lord Barrymore leaning against the wall.

The servants were more than shocked and screamed while Ciel just cast a meaningful glance up at Sebastian. He went and knelt down next to the dead man's body. He examined him carefully while someone behind him called,

"Lord Devil Dog!"

That seemed to be too much for Angela. She gasped and turned pale white before she dropped to the ground. Finny immediately ran towards her and pulled her into his arms.

"Miss Angela? What are you doing? What's wrong?" he asked and patted her cheek gently but to no avail.

"We should go back. There is nothing else to see anyway," Ciel announced and signaled Finny to carry Angela. Together they all returned to the mansion, mainly to get out of the rain.

"And I really thought this case would be solved," Ciel mumbled while he sat in an armchair near the hearth.

"I am not very delighted about the events as well," Sebastian replied and turned to the servants. "What about Angela?"

"We've put her to bed for the time being," Mey-Rin said. "It's no wonder she passed out."

"Yes, it's really heart wrenching. She served that Lord for so long. To witness this is unbearable," Bard added thoughtfully.

Sebastian went to look out of the window. He wished he could be back in London again. That they all could return now. He didn't care about this village or that servant girl. Annie hadn't liked Angela. She had sensed something was wrong with that girl. Wrong with that house and that village. He just hoped she was fine. He wished nothing more than to keep her close, to feel her soft breathing and to mingle her heartbeat with his own again. He wished to be by her side once the baby was ready to be born.

"This village completely isolated itself from the rest of society, fearing the curse of the Devil Dog," Ciel said and pulled Sebastian out of his thoughts again. He turned and watched his young Master as the boy added, "The existence of the Devil Dog was supposed to have been a farce Lord Henry created in order to rule the village. However, now he is dead—killed by someone or something strong enough to break a brick wall, tear him apart and bring him outside to the wall."

Bard stepped closer. "There were those marks on his body. Those bite marks—don't you think this could really be the work of the Devil Dog, just like the people of this village say?"

"Yes, he is right. What if that dog was angry about Lord Henry's behaviour?" Mey-Rin suggested.

Sebastian stepped closer towards them again. "Whatever this is about, it is clear that this was no human work, indeed."

It was a little while later, once Ciel and Sebastian were alone, that the butler sensed the anger of his young master. While buttoning his shirt up, Sebastian looked up at him.

"What's bothering you?"

"Your revelation earlier. If it was not the work of a human, I hope there won't be another red-haired Reaper popping up behind a bush."

"There is no need to worry," Sebastian got up. "Mey-Rin's guess wasn't that far off. After all it was Lord Henry who was killed. I highly doubt that someone else will be killed after that. This was no random attack. Whoever did this had a target and that target is dead now."

"Do you trust Angela?" Ciel suddenly asked curiously and sank down on the sofa. He watched his butler intently.

Sebastian chuckled quietly. "Do you think she did this?"

"That was not my question."

He sighed and turned to look at the young boy. "I don't trust her, but I don't think she has anything to do with this."

"And why don't you trust her? What is it that makes you feel that way?"

"Annie. It was Annie who mistrusted her after encountering Angela being so worshipped by Lord Barrymore while at the same time was beaten for little things like welcoming us to this mansion. Plus, Annie said Angela had begged her to talk with you and make us leave, to stop investigating any further in that matter."

Ciel nodded thoughtfully. "Don't you think it's strange that Angela begged us to leave?"

"To me it seemed she had some strange kind of affection to the Lord and wanted to protect him—"

"Which would mean she knew about the Devil Dog or, let's say, that Lord Henry had something to do with all that. And yet she's acting as if she is all surprised. If you ask me we should keep an eye on her even more now."

"I do believe Finny would be glad to do that," Sebastian replied half amused.


It was still deep in the night as Finny walked along the hallway. "I wonder if Miss Angela is alright," he mumbled more to himself and nearly squeaked in shock when suddenly Mey-Rin appeared behind him.

"Where are you going? Looking for ghosts?" she asked a bit excited.

"Gh-ghosts? Do you think here are ghosts?" he asked a little afraid and watched her a bit surprised as she smiled.

"I don't know but wouldn't that be exciting? Let's go and look for some!" she pushed him forward and followed him until they reached another hallway. At the end of it they spotted a door, half ajar. Faint light pooled into the hallway coming from the room.

Silently they moved closer and peeked inside, having to pull themselves together as they spotted Angela lying on her side with another person behind her.

"Mmmh, that tingles," she giggled as the young man licked her earlobe. "No—don't stop. Just a bit slower."

Finny retreated a bit shocked, but unable to look away while Mey-Rin clutched her face to prevent from squeaking.

"Oh, such a good boy. Yes, good boy," Angela whispered and moaned a bit as the boy licked the side of her neck.

Mey-Rin blushed heavily and leaned in closer to Finny. "I wouldn't have thought of her like that. What do you think our young master would say if he could see her like this now?"

She was pushed away as Finny moved away from the door, facing her with his back. "Finny?" she asked concerned but the young boy just left and ran outside into the rain, tears running down his cheeks.

As morning came, the servants gathered in the kitchen just like every morning. Finny looked more than miserable and flinched as Angela entered with a tray of tea.

"Good morning," she said and placed the tray on the table.

Bard looked up at her. "Are you sure you should be up and working again?"

"Yes, of course. I am sorry if I scared you or troubled you too much," she replied calmly. "I acted unprofessional," she added and sighed before she cast a glance at Finny. "You look pale, Mr. Finny," she was about to reach for him as he retreated hastily, bumping against the wall with his back.

"Oh, I—I don't feel very well today. You better not touch me or—or the germs will spread! I am sorry," he exclaimed and rushed out of the kitchen, leaving them all puzzled behind.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Sebastian served Ciel his breakfast. The boy sat at the long table and looked more than tired.

"You are quite laid back, aren't you?" he looked up at Sebastian.

You mean despite the fact that I am missing my girl? he thought but forced himself to smile as he replied,

"There is nothing to worry about at all."

"Sebastian!" Mey-Rin called as she pushed the door open, followed by Finny.

"What is the meaning of this ruckus?" he asked quite annoyed.

"Miss Angela! She is gone! We cannot find her anywhere!" Finny exclaimed in panic.

"It seems there grow some herbs near the swamp. She said she'd go pick them," Bard replied and scratched his head. "That was once both of you just left the kitchen," he grinned at the girl and the boy.

"To the swamp? Alone? What if something attacks her?" Finny asked concerned.

"What if the Devil Dog attacks her?" Mey-Rin called and followed Finny. Bard sighed and ran after them. "Sebastian, we should go!"

"Huh?" Sebastian watched the blond cook confused.

"Don't you have hot, red blood running through your veins?" Bard turned to look at the butler. The only answer he received was a bored expression of Sebastian and so they all left without the butler and his master.

Ciel had finished his breakfast and looked up at his butler with half a smile. "Now that you have a heart: What color is your blood?"

"Black, I suppose?" he chuckled. "I can't tell, because I never bleed."

Ciel chuckled. "Nonetheless, you should go and help them search for Angela. Remember, we wanted to keep an eye on her and it seems Finny is not really the best for that job."

He sighed. "Yes, my Lord."


"Did you hear that?" Bard suddenly stopped as a long, deep howl waved through the air while they walked through the swamp. He grabbed them and pulled them behind a large boulder. Carefully they peeked around it.

Suddenly they saw a person emerging out of the mist. His hair was shoulder-length and of silvery color. His toe-nails were sharp and black.

"Who is that?" Mey-Rin whispered and pressed her hands on her face as the man turned around, showing his full naked body.

"So it is true. That man can only be the one who killed Lord Barrymore. He seemed to have had a grudge against Lord Henry for some reason," Bard mumbled.

"Maybe Miss Angela—"Mey-Rin began but was immediately cut off by Finny.

"Angela has nothing to do with this!"

Suddenly they turned as they heard some strange commotion approaching them. Finally the townspeople stopped in front of them.

"What are you doing out here?" Bard asked confused.

"We were going to perform ablutions in order to quell the Devil Dog's anger," one man explained quite out of breath.

An elderly woman, carried by said man, added, "Last night, the Devil Dog's angered voice rang out loudly."

"Haven't you heard it? The howling lasted the whole night!" another man stepped forward.

Without a warning, Finny turned and ran. Mey-Rin, Bard and Tanaka exchanged a worried look before they followed him. Soon they reached what looked like the ruins of some old houses. A loud howl waved through the air and made them flinch.

"That—that noise…"Finny said and suddenly gasped as the mist parted a bit in front of them, revealing a huge, white-furred dog with eyes as red as hot coals.

They retreated a bit as the dog opened its fangs, revealing flashing teeth and fire burning inside his jaws.

"Wh-what is that?" Bard breathed confused.

The dog suddenly turned to look at them, its eyes grew big. The servants stared at it in utter surprised before they realized what this was.

"The Devil Dog!" they screamed but were too perplex to run way. That was when Finny spotted some piece of white clothing at one of the beast's claws.

"That—that is Miss Angela's—"Finny suddenly exclaimed, yelled and ran towards the dog. Quickly he grabbed the fur of it and clung to its leg, being flung around by the furious beast until he landed on his back again. With a loud growl, the dog raised its massive paw and let it go down on Finny. The boy shielded his face with his arm and squeezed his eyes shut, about ready to die from the sharp claws of the beast. He waited—and waited—and waited, but the expected pain didn't come. Carefully he opened his eyes and looked up at Sebastian who stood between the dog and him, holding the beast's paw.

"My, my—isn't he good at the Shake Hands command?" he chuckled.

"Sebastian!" Finny breathed and stared at him as he flung the dog away. The beast crashed into a nearby wall with a yelp.

"Are you sure it's time to play around?" Ciel said annoyed and stepped up next to Bard, Mey-Rin and Tanaka.

"No, it is not, young Master. Let me just finish this, will you?" he chuckled and grinned at the dog that had just struggled back to its feet and sniffed the air while staring back at the butler.

"You can smell it, right? A scent you cannot resist," he reached into his pocket and reveled a box of dog treats. Slobber began dropping from the dog's jaws and he howled in merry excitement. "Yes, that is what you want, right?" Sebastian chuckled as the dog jumped at him.

"Watch out!" the servants called in panic.

"The best way to train a dog is to bend its will and strengthen its loyalty," Sebastian replied ignoring the others. He opened his eyes, sparkling pink and cat-like. He jumped at the dog's face and bit into its nose making it whimper a little.

"Uhm—"the others stared at him completely confused.

"I wonder what Annie would say if she could see this now," Ciel chuckled lightly and watched him kicking the dog against the nose, sending it flying to the ground again.

It was truly a play while Sebastian continued to treat and beat the dog to tame it until finally it stopped as both dropped to the ground, breaking it and leaving a big, dark hole in it.

"Sebastian!" Finny called and they all ran towards the hole in the ground. "He is not coming back," Mey-Rin said in panic.

Ciel sighed. "What are you waiting for, you idiot? Come back now!"

"Yes, my Lord," he called and all of a sudden, a fountain of hot water shot up towards them. "The essential of a resort is a centerpiece that will provide a tourist attraction. Bathing luxuriously in excessive amounts of hot water, draining away the fatigue of the day; that is what this is: the spa!"

He floated on top of the fountain, carrying the naked man from before on his arms. He jumped down and landed in front of the servants who looked at him confused and amazed.

The butler grinned at them. "If I wouldn't be able to find a spring or two—what kind of butler would I be?"

His face fell a little as the naked man began licking Sebastian's cheek. Out of nowhere, Angela came running towards them.

"Pluto!" she called.

"Pluto?" Finny asked confused and they all watched as the naked man jumped out of Sebastian's arms and ran towards the maid, hugging her and licking her face.

"I suppose you have a lot to explain," Sebastian said and signaled her to sit down while the sun already began to set, sparkling and dancing on the hot water fountain.

Angela lowered down on one of the stones, Pluto's head on her lap. "I found him about a month ago. I love dogs, and he was just so cute I ended up trying to tame him," she smiled lightly while her hand drove through the man's silvery hair. "He has a bad habit of turning into a human when he gets excited, though."

"Are you insane? This is not just a bad habit!" Bard exclaimed.

"So you kept him without telling anyone?" Sebastian asked a bit more calmly.

She looked up at him. "Yes. Lord Barrymore used the legend of the Devil Dog, but in reality, he was more afraid of it than anyone else. When I thought about what would happen if this one found out. I told your friend to leave. She should go and tell you it's better to leave the village. I didn't want to risk anyone finds out about him. But I suppose I was too naïve. I didn't think one moment that he would do that to Lord Barrymore. I beg of you, is there no way he could be taken to Lord Ciel's mansion?"

Sebastian's jaw dropped open for a second as Angela added pleadingly, "I bet under Sebastian's tutelage, I believe Pluto will become a wonderfully obedient dog!"

The butler sighed and opened his mouth to protest as Ciel intervened, "It is fine!"

Sebastian glared at him. "Are you serious?"

"Yes, it sounds fun in many ways," he looked up at him with a light, teasing smile. "Imagine bringing Annie a dog home."

Sebastian watched him and finally sighed in defeat. "Well then, it is time to go home."


It was late afternoon as the two carriages reached the Phantomhive mansion again. They stopped and Sebastian went to help Ciel with his luggage while Pluto sat on the ground and watched him curiously.

"Isn't he cute?" Ciel chuckled teasingly and patted the naked man's head though he wasn't all naked anymore. Bard had forced him to wear at least a pair of panties to cover his crown jewels before Mey-Rin would die from nosebleed.

They entered the mansion and were already greeted by the scent of freshly baked cookies. They all exchanged a confused look.

"Did you leave the oven on?" Ciel asked his butler but fell silent when suddenly Lizzy came into the entry hall, carrying a tray with tea and cookies. She stopped and stared at them just like they stared back at her.

"L-Lizzy? What are you doing here?" Ciel asked confused. The girl squealed and nearly dropped the tray but Sebastian reacted quickly and took it from her. She crashed into Ciel and hugged him tightly and placed kisses on his cheeks.

"You are back! You are all back! Oh my, I am so happy!" she giggled and turned to look at Sebastian with the brightest smile. He raised his eyebrow, sending her a confused look while a light smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"You stay here!" she said and ran upstairs. Sebastian placed the tray down on the small table nearby while Ciel hung his coat over a chair.

"Sebastian!" Annie called and ran down the flight of stairs and jumped into his arms. "Oh, I missed you so much! Never—never ever ever leave me alone for so long!" She hugged him even tighter and kissed him deeply.

The others cleared their throats and grinned at each other. Sebastian placed his hands on her hips and looked down into her eyes.

"We were separated for three days, my love," he chuckled and earned a playful scowl from her before he leaned down to capture her lips again. "How do you feel?" he whispered and stroked over her belly, suddenly frowning.

She stepped away from him and smiled at him. "You were the only thing missing to make my life perfect now."

Mey-Rin sighed amazed while Ciel rolled his eyes due to all this cheesy talk.

"Wait here," Annie suddenly said to them and smiled at Sebastian. "There is someone who'd like to say hello to you."

They watched her running upstairs again and exchanged some confused glances. Sebastian felt something wet nudging against his hand and saw that Pluto licked his hand. He stepped away from him and looked back at the others who suddenly fell silent and stared at the stairs, even his young Master. He frowned and turned, and it was this very instant he could hear his blood rushing through his body, pumping in his ears while his heart skipped a beat.

He watched Annie descending down the stairs, carrying a tiny bundle on her arms. She stopped on the last step to be on eye level with him and smiled at him as he stared at her and finally down to the little baby on her arms.

"Is—is this—?"he breathed and reached for the cloth that was covering the baby's head a bit. He smiled as he saw the thick, black hair as the girl turned her head to look up at him with its big, round eyes that looked so much like her mother's.

"This is our baby, Sebastian. Our daughter—a girl, just like you wished," she chuckled and watched him with so much love in her eyes that even Ciel was speechless for a moment. They all stepped closer towards them to take a look at the girl on her arms.

"What's her name?" Ciel asked curiously and reached for her to touch her forehead.

"Lucy. Her name is Lucy," Annie replied and handed the girl to Sebastian who took his daughter carefully onto his arms, unable to unglue his eyes from her.

"Hello, Lucy. I'm your daddy," Sebastian whispered and bit onto his lips for a second but for the first time in his life he was unable to hold it back as tear rolled down his cheek.

A tear of joy.