Public unrest was still rife in the community as no leads turned up on the matter of the attack on the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. bus, as the two perps apprehended have not indicated as to whether they had others who shared their beliefs and interests. They wanted H.E.L.L.S. . out. It wasn't an unpopular desire, but no others had acted on it, especially not to this extreme. It was still likely that more vandals were to follow. Occasionally, graffiti would turn up with the words "HELLSING OUT!" written in big letters on the sides of buildings with spray-paint, but more than anything, it just caused a headache for the person who lived there or had a business there, as they then had to buy paint to paint over it.

Meetings were held, and it was unanimously agreed that people who were violent, or would become that way should be outed to the community. Few were silent on the matter, which only made them suspicious. Ironically, fights would break out and had to be quelled once accusations were hurled. People were still nervous as the candidates for positions on the future police force had not returned yet, and H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. soldiers still policed the town.

Agents had still turned up with nothing on the matter of a rebellion. Preston had reported that he hadn't found a single thing. He was trying his best, too, as he was actually starting to feel better about his predicament. When he didn't find anything, he only seemed to feel worse.

There was one theory, however. The original terrorists who attacked the bus used a Molotov cocktail in order to blow up the engine. Now, both suspects had been in custody for a while, and it was noted that neither of them even looked to be of legal age to purchase alcohol outside of Gehenna. Since the selling of the substance was currently prohibited, that had to be the only source by default. Since the obviously couldn't acquire the bottle themselves, the only conclusion that could be reached was that they had help. There were more of them somewhere in Gehenna and H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. knew it.

Many citizens arrived at this conclusion as well. As more fights broke out, it was becoming increasingly difficult for H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. to intervene non-violently. They desperately needed the police force in place, and they needed it soon. Training wasn't complete, however. In fact, there was a new candidate joining the ranks.

While, the others were waiting on their instructor, they became confused when the young-looking teen walked into the lecture hall and took a seat, especially because of his appearance. He wasn't wearing the same H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. issued training garb as they were. He was dressed like a civilian, unlike the others, who wore the typical uniforms worn by cadets. More than that, however, the boy bared a striking resemblance to none other than the legendary Lion himself. The boy's platinum-blond hair was cut short and he wore sunglasses indoors. Obviously, he was a strange one. Even still, they were polite to him, especially the two girls who sat in the seats directly behind him.

"Hey, are you new or something?" asked Akira. "Is that why you haven't got a uniform?"

"Yeah, you could say that…" the boy answered. "I'm only here for the lectures, though, since I've already completed basic training."

"Oh, so you're with H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G; then?" questioned the half-witch. "I'm Akira, by the way. This chick next to me is Tegwen. You?"

"Revy…" answered the revenant somewhat bashfully. "And uh, yeah, I'm with H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G… Not officially, though. I've never been assigned to a station before. This would be my first job."

"Really? It can work like that?"

"I'm… a bit of a special case…" Revy informed. "It's a really long story…"

"Are you related to Mister Lion?" inquired Akira, leaning forward in her seat and resting her elbows on the table. Needless to say, the revenant was a bit taken aback by the sudden question, and had no choice but to look back. "That would explain it. You look just like him!"

"Well, yeah…" the boy answered. "He's kind of my… big brother… We're related, but only kind of in a really weird and complicated way. That is a longer story…"

"For real?!" Akira asked before looking over to her friend, who was also obviously interested. Tegwen was confused for reasons that the half-witch could not detect. The boy's energy did not match that of a demon's, nor could she recognise what it was.

"You're not a demon, though…" Tegwen finally stated, causing the other girl to furrow her brow.

"Like I said, it's complicated…" Revy answered. "I'm not a demon. I'm a revenant. We're not really related, but… This body I'm possessing is…"

"Necromancy?!" Akira barked a bit too loudly, causing everyone else in the room to look their way. A small blush appeared on her cheeks as she spoke more softly. "I mean, how does that happen?" she asked, but the boy didn't answer—at least, not for a while.

"It's… complicated…" he eventually said. "Revanants are basically spirits. We possess the bodies of the dead in order to fulfill some form of revenge for them on their behalf… The Lion has… a very complicated past. He was human once, so I was able to possess his deceased body…"

"Human?" Tegwen echoed. By now, several others had tuned in. With that sort of news, it was hard not to be curious as to how on earth such a thing was possible. Sighing, Revy tried to gather his thoughts enough in order to answer.

"Yes." The blonde informed. "Look, the basics of it is, we revenants channel the soul of the person we're possessing in order to be able to know what to carry out revenge on. What I didn't count on was Alois—I mean, the Lion, becoming a demon… I couldn't do it, and got stuck. That's that."

The others wanted to press onward. They wanted to know just how their hero died as a human to make him desire revenge, and they wanted to know why he had died at what appeared to be such a young age. Be that as it may, the revenant seemed annoyed by the attention.

"Wait, his name's Alois?" asked Akira.

"One of them, anyway… He's got a bunch."

"Just what did he get into?" she questioned. "Why'd he need so many names?"

"Because he lived a crummy life." Revy said. "I'm not gonna tell you all of it. That's personal stuff. I still have scars from some of the stuff that happened to him. It's intense. He was killed by his butler—a demon who wanted the soul of his rival, who was in possession of another demon. He put Alois' soul in a ring and tried to merge their souls since he couldn't get rid of the other guy's contract. Alois possessed him, and ended up using one final trump card, and turned the guy into a demon before having his soul trapped in limbo, only to be harvested later."

Revy jumped when he looked up, as other students had migrated over to hear him talk about the menace. The people of Gehenna loved a good story, and that was one of the best ones yet. The real kicker was the fact that it was true. The crowd watched him intently, waiting for him to continue.

"What happened to his rival?" asked one of them; a young-looking elf with a mohawk.

"Did he ever see him again?" asked another, a witch. "Did he ever beat him?" For a moment, Revy paused in order to collect himself again, being unsed to this type of attention. Soon, however, he opened his mouth to speak.

"You've probably heard of him, actually…" the boy began. "He's still around. He's called 'The Queen's Guard Dog'."

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!" demanded one of the students as others stepped back and put their hands on their heads. It was mind-blowing. This was the story of the century. The hero of Gehenna, the noble Lion, had known the legendary Watchdog in his human life, and was the one responsible for turning him into what he is now. Supernaturals whispered amongst themselves- some of them being unable to as they couldn't contain their reactions.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"

"Holy shit…"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Tegwen sat there quietly, eyes wide at the boy in front of her as he turned in his chair in order to watch the others' responses. The reason why she had run into the Watchdog was because of the Lion? The two urban legends did in fact know each other, and their stories were bound together? Indeed, it was a lot to take in.

"It doesn't stop there, however…" the boy continued. "The Watchdog was bored of living forever. He was tired. So, he resurrected the Lion in order to turn him into the perfect enemy for him to defeat and cure his boredom. It's like they feed on each other…"

The lecture hall was in a complete uproar. The police candidates were trying to wrap their heads around all of this. The Lion was good. He was trying to build their town, but his rival, the Watchdog, still lurked in the shadows. Both of them were with H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G; yet both of them opposed the other. They had history—history that was stained in blood. Revy couldn't even go on and finish the story between all of the commotion. He couldn't get another word in from the officers knowing that they would have to be on the Lion's side of this. This was big, much bigger than most of them. At least, that's the way it seemed at first.

In the corner of the room still sat one girl all on her own. A vampire. She too, was frightened by all of this. Olivia had her doubts about all of this, so she had come to a much more different conclusion. This was a ploy for the Lion to get back at the Watchdog and defeat him. How petty. How cruel. He was merely using them as fodder, wasn't he? While there wasn't a shred of truth to her concerns, it was a logical conclusion, but it was also one that she would be keeping to herself for now. As the room was in an uproar, the instructor finally arrived. Tunstel narrowed his eye, his brow furrowing in confusion at the commotion.

"ENOUGH!" he bellowed, capturing the attention of his students. Immediately, they froze in place and stared at the man. "What on earth is going on in here?"

"It was Revy." One of the students said. "He was telling us about Mister Lion's past."

"Did you know he was involved with the Watchdog, Mister Tunstell?"

"Is the Watchdog going to get revenge?"

The Phantomhive's eye widened before his head whipped toward the revenant. Now, his brow furrowed with anger as he walked toward the boy. Placing a hand on the desk in front of Revy, he spoke.

"Do not discuss this again." He ordered, causing the Macken to sink in his seat.

"Yes, sir…" answered the blonde as the other looked up toward the class.

"All of you sit down right now." Ciel instructed, his tone carrying an unwavering sense of authority that gave off the impression that it should never be questioned. Thus, the students slinked back to their seats as their minds were still reeling about thoughts of the Lion and Watchdog.

"Mister Lion has put his past with the Watchdog behind him." The man informed. "They have resolved that conflict years ago, and have since moved on. Besides, that entire ordeal was a silly case of mistaken identity." With that, the redhead took his place at the front of the class.

"Don't bother dwelling on it. There's nothing to dwell on." He stated. That was the truth. There really wasn't much to think about in regards to that matter. It had long since been resolved, and things have progressed for the better. There was no reason to think ill of either party for that. Even still, Ciel was a bit miffed at the younger Macken for telling about their histories.

"Now that storytime is over, I'd like to start class."