Things were looking up for the group as time went on. Alois was feeling better, and so were the Westleys. With Daniel's connections with the Phantomhives and the evidence of both Nathan and Barbara Westley being neglectful and unfit to be guardian to Samantha, the man was successfully granted custody of his sister without much difficulty. Their mother hadn't even returned home yet. She said that she was on her way several days ago, but nothing seemed to point to any legitimacy in her claims. Her Facebook updates continued to indicate that she was in Spain, and Nathan wasn't much better.

The eldest of the Westley children was rather peeved that he was not granted custody of Samantha. Neither of the others knew why. It seemed as though he simply wanted to be "in charge" or some nonsense. Nathan was also none too keen on the fact that he hadn't been given much to do in ways of arranging their father's funeral. It was Samantha who did most of that with Daniel's assistance and support. She was simply better at planning, which her brother respected. Granted, she did give Nathan tasks to complete, but they were usually not vital and very small. She didn't expect him to pull through with them, so she didn't trust the idea of putting something major in his hands.

Somehow, their mother managed to show up for the funeral. It was a strange day. The woman complained that it wasn't very impressive, but it had been put together by a nineteen and sixteen year old with no experience in arranging big events. Still, there were flowers, and there were guests clad in black. The Round Table made an appearance, despite having been the ones to call for his death, hoping to conceal the fact. Ciel and Alois were there as well, and Alois was able to see the family for the first time since the event.

Daniel and Nathan wore suits while while Samantha wore a skirt with a blazer. They oddly matched, while Daniel and Samantha distanced themselves from the eldest. It was only Nathan who physically expressed his sorrow, while the other two remained somewhat stoic. They spoke freely with the Phantomhives during and the event, although Alois was a tad quiet. After Mister Westley was buried, the crowd intermingled. Mostly they chatted about nothing. Some of them chatted about work, while others about their family. The only times people talked about the deceased man was to be polite to the family. Daniel was relived to talk about something other than the man when the Phantomhives came up to them.

"How are you doing?" asked Ciel.

"Pretty good. Things have been hectic, but it should come down again after this." Daniel answered with a sigh. "I still need to find a job. I'm not sure about college, either."

"Well, if you don't think it's the best for you, you can postpone it." answered the bluenette. "You said you weren't sure about your major, anyway. I've been looking for jobs for you, but I'm not sure what you would be into."

"Depends on whatcha got."

"Well, I could probably get you either a desk job at FUNTOM, a desk job with the government, or a desk job with H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G."

"Working at a desk sounds horrible..." the brunette said, making a sour face, only for the other to chuckle.

"I'm sorry, but it's what I got." replied the Watchdog. "Unless you're keen on working in a factory or as a soldier."

"That's even worse..."

"That's what I thought."

"What kind of stuff would I be doing if I took one of those other jobs?"

"Depends on the job." Ciel stated. "You will most certainly be filling out and filing paperwork with all of them, some of them have other things. With the government, you'd be filing government stuff, and with FUNTOM, it'll most likely be sales. With H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G; it depends. If you're working with HR, you'd be dealing with workplace complaints, filing of personal files on all of the operatives, and stuff along those lines. I hear that the Supernatural Relations Department needs some manpower."

"That sounds interesting..." mused the Westley. "Go on."

"They register supernaturals, handle their complaints, go over their requests to start businesses, help with housing, and stuff like that." the Phantomhive said, placing his hands in his pockets. "Basically, they're the ones who keep the place running behind the scenes."

"That actually sounds kinda cool..." Daniel pondered, rubbing his chin. "I'll think about it."

"Tell me as soon as you decide. I need to make sure the position is still open, if you want it. Now, you won't make as much money as a politician would, but it's a pretty good gig."

"Alright." The Westley answered with a smile. "I'll try to be fast. The only problem is Samantha." he said. "I dunno if she knows about the supernatural stuff, yet."

"I can probably ask Geraldine if she does." Ciel replied. "If she knows, it's probably because of her."

"Tell me as soon as you find out, Mister Phantomhive." Daniel said, imitating the bluenette. "Once you do, that'll make my decision that much easier."

In the end, Daniel did end up making his choice. He decided that college wasn't for him at the moment, so he dropped every class he had and didn't set foot on campus again. He also decided that he wanted that job he was offered, even though he needed to undergo extensive training to do it. Much to his surprise, a lot of it came easy to him. Most of the training involved not being afraid of supernaturals, which wasn't much of a problem to Daniel. The rest was memorising what to do in various situations and what forms to give out when, along with how to deal with people in general.

In fact, Daniel found that he had quite the aptitude for the task during training. He certainly surprised himself, but the man always was sociable. Talking to people was easy for him, and staying calm while doing so did as well. He was confused by how the others undergoing the same training had difficulty with this, but he assumed it was because most people weren't familiar with talking with supernaturals directly. Most stayed in H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G.'s human resources department because of this and failed the course. Daniel, however, passed with flying colours, but he was shocked by where he was being stationed.

It wasn't at headquarters like he expected. Instead, he would be working at the Gehenna Welfare Center. It was still horrendously understaffed, and Daniel showed an impressive aptitude for conversing with supernaturals. He was the perfect candidate, but he wasn't sure how he felt about this. In truth, it was mostly because he hadn't yet told Samantha what this job he was working at was, exactly. Up to this point, he had been making excuses to avoid the inevitable.

Ciel told him that he had nothing to fear, however. According to him, her friend, Geraldine Midford, had made her at least vaguely aware of supernatural beings, and the Westley girl's interest in them already might make cementing it easier. Still, Daniel was nervous to tell her about the world that few humans could see. The man had come from his training with his certificate, and rehearsed what he was going to say over and over again in his head.

The two had been living together for a while, now. The room she had occupied was now truly hers as she decorated it however she likes and made herself at home. They both got along swimmingly, and they couldn't be happier. Having the girl with him did Daniel a world of good, as did Daniel's presence for her, along with moving out of that wretched house where Nathan lived. They talked everyday, sharing what they had been doing while they had been apart, and telling each other how they were currently doing when they ran out. Coming home and hearing about Samantha's day had become something Daniel actually looked forward to, and he enjoyed telling her how his went as well.

Today, however, it was different. As he sat in the car in front of his sister's school, he waited for the girl to come outside so he could pick her up and they could go home. Soon enough, the car door opened on the passenger side and Samantha plopped down into the seat before tossing her backpack into the backseat.

"Howdy." the man jokingly greeted as the girl fastened her seatbelt. "How was your day?"

"It was good." Samantha replied, getting comfortable. "We're dissecting frogs in biology. There were rumours that we'd be dissecting cats, but that never happened. Somehow, I feel disappointed."

"What? Why?"

"Because everybody dissects frogs. It's stereotypical. Where is the intrigue?" she answered.

"You're so fucking weird..." Daniel shook, but somehow, he felt as though he should have known better. "You're not going to be the next Frankenstein, are you?"

"Never. That ended horribly for everyone involved." his sister stated. "The book is horrible, but I love it."

"Whelp, then you'll probably appreciate my news." the other began, but hesitated as he tried to remember how he wanted to explain this. If Samantha didn't believe him, he wasn't sure if he could pass it off as a joke or not. She was sharp. Really sharp. There were few secrets that could ever get past her. The question was, however, as to whether or not she would believe him when he said that supernaturals exist.

"Oh yeah? What's that?" the girl questioned, arching an eyebrow.

"Remember that job I was training for?" Daniel answered with a question of his own. "Well, I got it."

"That's great news!" Samantha declared, her face lighting up a bit. "Are you going to tell me what it is, now? The mystery is killing me. Wait, does it have to do with Frankenstein?"

"In a roundabout way, maybe..." her brother replied, averting his gaze briefly while scratching his neck. "I'm gonna be working for this organization called H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G."

"Really? Gerrymentioned that place before."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah, but I'm not really sure what it does. It's some government thing, isn't it? With a private military? Are you really athletic enough for that?"

"No, I'm going to be sitting at a desk..." Daniel stated with a sigh. Pausing, however, he furrowed his brow. "Wait, are you saying that I'm a wimp?"

"Doesn't matter. Tell me about H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G." his sister said, diverting his attention. Really, she was curious as to what this organization did, as her friend had talked about it before. "Gerry said that dad worked with them before. It's leader is on the Round Table or something."

"Yeah. She is." answered the man. "Anyway, if I tell you, you can't laugh. Also, you can't get weirded out or think I'm crazy."

"Too late for that. I do that everyday..."

"Sam, I'm serious."

"Sorry." answered Samantha. "Go on."

"Okay," began Daniel with a sigh. He needed a second to collect himself for what he was about to say. "You know, like, in stories, there's secret organizations that hunt vampires and shit?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, that's basically what H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. is, but in real life."

Naturally, his sister was skeptical. She narrowed her eyes as she looked over at him. "What?" she asked, baffled by the insanity that her sibling was telling her.

"I'm serious." the man stated. "H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. is a secret organization that deals with supernatural nonsense. They regulate it. They study it. They document it. They even get rid of it when they're dealing with somebody dangerous. You know how you never see this stuff in the news? It's because they have a whole department dedicated to wiping out any trace of it, and keeping it a secret. It sounds crazy, I know, but bear with me."

"Are you high?" the girl immediately asked, prompting the other to scoff.

"Sam." he said, almost scoldingly. Samantha, however, could only shake her head.

"Sorry. I'm just not sure about how that could possibly work." she replied. "You're saying, that monsters exist, and there is legit an organization that regulates them and keeps everyone ignorant to their existence? Like, in real life? I'm not sure how that's possible..."

"It just is." Daniel retorted. He was unsure of how to proceed properly, but had no choice but to do so. "What don't you get? Also, don't call them 'monsters'. They don't like that."

"How do they keep people from spreading evidence of that? With social media, anybody could upload a video or a picture, and everybody would find out!"

"Because they have an entire department called 'the Media Management Department' that handles that." the man explained. "Their job is to search for those pictures, get them deleted, and spread misinformation on conspiracy sites. They work with TV, too."

"Okaaaayyy..." Samantha slowly nodded, unable to think of an argument. "What about regulation? What does that mean?"

"There is a specific part of the city that is a designated supernatural zone. Some can live outside if they can manage, but it's easier to do it this way. It's basically a smaller town inside of London that's called 'Gehenna'. It's surrounded by guards and you have to go through a checkpoint to go in or out. We also have to register supernatural beings so we can keep up with them. That last bit is part of my job. Otherwise, if they're being unruly or dangerous, H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. will send in some soldiers to get rid of the problem supernaturals."

"Not all of them are dangerous?"

"Nope. Most aren't. I'm even friends with a few. You know them." Daniel informed. Holding up a hand, he listed them off on his fingers. "Ciel and Alois are demons, Kristopherson was bitten by a werewolf, and Audrey is half grim reaper. Then there's Logan, who's an incubus."

"You're friends with an inccubus?!" gawked the girl, furrowing her brow and recoiling a bit. "Aren't those sex demons?! And you're friends with demons?! Like, the kind that steal souls?!"

"Yes, and yes." the man bluntly stated. "Incubi and succubi apparently have some seriously strict codes of conduct when it comes to sex. And they don't steal souls while going at it. It's just… energy."

"But what about demons? Won't you go to hell for that?"

"Well, one of them is related to an angel, who is also technically my boss, so I think I'm good. They're friendly. I'm not too worried."

Pinching the area between her eyebrows, Samatha scrunched her face for a moment before sighing. She loved books about the supernatural and the secret society that dealt with them, but for them to be real was insanity. What her sibling was proposing was ludicrous, at best, and she briefly wondered if he was well. Surely he was messing with her, but the way he said it was too serious for one of his jokes. He never could keep a straight face.

She had to take a moment to pause and reflect on what he was saying. Additionally, she had to try and come up with a way to handle it. Obviously, she wasn't going to believe him right away. That would be silly. She would, however, humour him for the time being.

Taking a deep breath, she said: "Alright. Can you give me a detailed run down on how this stuff works?"

"Probably." Daniel replied with a shrug. "You can read the books I was issued to study, if you want. They would probably explain it better."

"Yeah..." Samantha nodded. "That would probably help..."


A/N: This chapter was actually finished last night, but it was 5 a.m. and I still needed to add A/Ns and Character Shet, and I was like "nah".

I am sorry. I am weak.

I'm trying to get this done while killing time before I need to go to the dentist, so it will be brief.

In fact, I don't have much else to say...

Whelp...

Until the next chapter, then, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "To any and all who may wish to answer, what do you think of US politics right now?" by FartFerret

Ciel: "It's always been kind of ridiculous. Their elections are usually horrendously long, and by the time they're over, the world is sick of them. This time, however, it's especially mental. How does this country still function?"

Alois: "I will understand if they leave America if the guy with the alien parasite on his head becomes dictator."

Kristopherson: "I have no words... It's just silly, isn't it? It's like they've taken an election, and turned it into a reality TV series. A bad one."

Daniel: "Trump can eat shit. Everyone knows he's a lousy businessman. Even I know he's a lousy businessman! I heard that one time, he fought to have ownership of this elderly woman's house so he could demolish it and build a limousine parkinglot! I dunno who the other people, are, though. All I know is that one of them is apparently really good, one of them is a lady who make wimpy men cry, and another one is apparently the Zodiac Killer?"

Audrey: "I don't keep up with that rubbish. It hurts my head. It was funny at first, but then it got annoying."

Travis: "The political climate in America is ridiculous. England has it's nuts, but America is on a whole other level..."

Patricia: "I've been trying to ignore it, actually. Why is everything American so in your face? The only reason I'd be concerned is if one of these overdramatic manbabies burned his tongue on some tea and decided to nuke England."

Logan: "I don't know anything about it. I don't really know anything about UK politics, either. Apparently it's bad? Following politics is kind of a new thing to Gehenna, and it's only local government that people think about."