Ciel heard gunshots coming from the outside. They were faint against the thick walls of the interior of the building, but the bluenette knew a gun when he heard one. As time went on and he ventured deeper, ascending upward toward the top of the tower, the sound started to vanish and he couldn't tell if it was because the battle was over, or because of the winding of the gears ahead of him.

He turned corners and climbed stairwells, keeping his senses sharp and alert to any traps. There was danger all around him. He could feel it. He could tell that the sources were incapable of moving, however. Ciel knew that Voros was planning on blowing up the building, but wasn't sure why Voros themself was still here.

Yes he did. Theatrics. Voros was both bored an eccentric. It was only natural for them to go to unnecessary lengths in order to spark their own interest. How bothersome. Regardless, Ciel only knew that it would have been a matter of time before he began to resort to the same sort of senseless hijinks and shenanigans. He had already begun when he resurrected his beau from Limbo. Boredom was a killer to supernaturals who were self-aware and not hollow. It killed them inside. It made them as empty as any mindless beast. Escaping this feeling was a great feat at times, and it made Ciel wonder, just how long had Voros gone before they snapped and decided to cause such a scene? Demons typically favoured solitude and subtlety, however, when they are driven to seek greater meaning in life, failing to find it can lead to catastrophic results.

Making his way up the final steps, Ciel looked around, tilting his chin up to look at the ceiling and the large bells that hung from it. He wouldn't want to be here when they went off. The sound must be deafening. He waited patiently for the other demon to reveal themselves, already knowing where Voros was hiding.

"You've got me here, now what?" he asked, his eyes never straying from that spot. Lo and behold, the browless boogeyman stepped out of the shadows, taking a seat on top of one of the many bells. Their right arm and leg, which had been blackened as Voros attempted to regenerate new limbs entirely, had healed for the most part, leaving only black blotches on the demon's appendages that were visible to the eye. With a small huff, Voros crossed one leg over the other and looked down.

"I didn't expect you to come, to be honest." They stated, peering down at their foe. "I thought I would get to chase you around for a bit longer."

"Are you certain that it isn't the other way around?" the bluenette questioned.

"Very." Voros answered in a matter-of-fact tone. "I've been going through so much trouble just to get your attention! Still, you've given me a few laughs. What you and your friend did to Araneus was especially great! How did you think of the vines?"

"What fun would it be if I just told you?" Ciel asked, a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "I thought this whole game of yours was just to kill time? What's a game without a challenge?"

To this, a massive grin appeared on Voros' face as they peered down at the Phantomhive. Their eyes were wide for a moment before they slowly closed. A giggle bubbled up from the browless demon's throat and it soon transformed into full-on cackling.

"Exactly!" they enthusiastically declared. "Y'know, you're actually pretty fun. I dunno what I'm gonna do after you're gone."

"What makes you think I'm going anywhere?"

"The fact that you just walked into a building packed full of bombs, seemingly without a plan." Voros stated, standing up and gesturing around them. "How are you going to get out of this?"

"How are you?" inquired the bluenette, arching an eyebrow. "In case you haven't noticed, you're in here with me. Do you have some master escape plan in case things go awry?"

Now Voros paused, wrinkling the area between where their eyebrows were supposed to be as they pondered that for a moment. It would appear that the demon had been so caught up in the theatrics of everything, that they forgot critical, unavoidable steps. These sort of holes are the downfall of villains like Voros. It only takes one mistake—one single, solitary mistake to spell "Game Over" for them. The demon now had a dilemma on their hands. Do they continue with the plan at the risk of being blown to bits, or do they back out for now and call it a day?

No. Voros had built up to this moment. This was supposed to be the day where they thwarted their enemy. Backing out was not an option.

"That is a very good question." The younger-looking demon said with a grin. "Let's find out, shall we?"

Voros leapt down from the bell, their bare feet harshly impacting the floor as they landed. They twirled around on their toes once before holding their arms open, gesturing to the bells behind them. A large, maniacal smile spread across their face as they tilted their head to look at the watchdog.

"Once those bells ring, the bombs will go off." They informed. "That's in just a couple of minutes. Think you can both beat me and escape in that amount of time?"

"Hmph!" scoffed the bluenette, holding his chin up high. "Don't flatter yourself. I've fought much more dangerous foes than you. It won't be the first time this building was bombed, and it certainly won't be the last. I hate to break it to you, but you're really not that impressive."

"Oh, you're breaking my heart." Voros said teasingly, dropping their arms back down to their sides and slouching their shoulders. They stuck their lip out in a faux-pout before resuming their entertained expression.

"You do realise that one of my associates and I took down you're little friend without much trouble, don't you?" They added.

"And you do realise that he and I are equal in power, don't you?" inquired Ciel, arching an eyebrow. "You don't have your help this time. You're on your own."

"Oh, I was holding back to see what would happen." Voros said. "You haven't seen anything yet!"

Taking a fighting stance, Voros paused briefly before charging. They leapt into the air and slashed downward, only to have the watchdog draw his sword. Eyes widening, the browless demon twisted their body midair in order to evade. Landing on the other side of the Phantomhive, they grit their teeth and snarled as the bluenette turned around in order to face them.

"Don't bring fingernails to a knife-fight." Ciel said.

Just then, his eye flashed, followed by a loud boom coming from outside. One of the "walking bombs" had gone off. God knows how or who all was taken with it. The Phantomhive's head turned in the general direction it came from, looking to see if he could gaze out of a window and gain some perspective on what was happening. As soon as he did, however, his eyes flashed again, alerting him to a danger that came from his side.

Upwards, he swung his blade, crashing it against the fangs of what appeared to be a beast. Voro's eyes had gone wide, their mouth gaping as horrible teeth gnashed at the bluenette, their face elongating. Large spots started peppering themselves all over the demon's skin and their small frame grew both larger and wider while keeping an almost skeletal appearance similar to that of a starved animal. Ciel looked on in horror, and with a harsh shove, he forced the creature back before creating some more distance between them.

Muscle and bone were well-defined against skin that grew patches of gold fure with black spots. Voro's face took on a more feline appearance as they grew, and grew, and grew, soon becoming much larger than the bluenette. A tail swished behind the monster as it stood on all fours—human-like "hands" in the front, and paws in the back. Steam poured out of their mouth as hot breath hit cold air. Slowly, their mouth contorted into a big, toothy grin, revealing human teeth with only oversized fangs in the front. So this was Voros…

With a loud roar, the big cat charged, forcing the watchdog to try and flee. He ran away from the bells and down the hall, hoping that the doorway was too narrow for Voros to squeeze through. With brute force, the other demon followed, splitting wood and bending metal. Eventually, there was nowhere left to run to, yet Voros was closing in.

Dammit. It would appear than her majesty's Guard Dog had the worst of luck with having to vanquish absurd beasts. First a dragon, and now some sort of leopard? What a joke. Still, technically, since the Phantomhive had "Sir" in his title, he was a British knight. As such, it was his duty to vanquish monsters.

Once more, his eye flashed crimson before darting around in order to find a way to escape. So far, it landed on the only thing nearby. The face of the clock tower. Quickly, he looked to the imposing threat once more before making a break for it.

His sixth sense was going wild, picking up all sorts of danger. He could hear the growling of the beast behind him and the heavy thudding of Voro's paws hitting the ground. As Ciel approached the glass, he prepared to jump, hoping to break it with a kick. This idea was thwarted, however, as the man heard the bells go off, their tone deafening, accompanied by an equally deafening sound.

BOOM!

Hot air struck the bluenette's back as he was hurled forward, the glass in front of him shattering. Before he knew it, he felt weightless against the grey sky above London. Reaching out, he grabbed one of the hands of the clock, swinging himself around so that his feet touched its surface as he clung. Voros, however, kept moving forward before traveling down. The massive cat's enormous claws reached out and dug into the side of the building, shattering windows and cutting into stone. Righting themself, Voros looked up at the bluenette and snarled.

The bluenette was faced with a daunting task. Downward was not only a monsterous beast, but also several bombs blended in with the innocent bystanders that his H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. allies were currently searching. Upwards was nothing at all, giving him no other option but to travel down into gnashing teeth and potential flames. Grumbling, Ciel furrowed his brow.

"I hate cats…"