The church was decorated all around with red roses. The sun was shining from the East, and so light was cascading inside through a round window, tinted with depictions of a verse from the Bible. Eleanora could make out three men speaking to another, but she was unsure of which verse this referred to. She, of all people, didn't much care for said book.
What she enjoyed though was the red, almost orange, colour that spread through the church because of this window. For all she could care, the verse from the Bible could be about three men discussing the purchase of a donkey. The light it presently offered was what was important to her.
She was sat with the four daughters of Mr Thompson, holding the fifth daughter in her arms. She had dressed the girls up in matching, black dresses, a black bow made out of velvet draped around their waists to keep the dress looking fashionable even if this was a sombre event.
Her head was bowed, a similar black dress adorning her form. The only difference was that she, as governess, was not as important and had hid her face with black, see-through material falling down from the hat holding her hair up in a beautiful and intrinsic hairdo. The baby in her arms was wrapped up in a black blanket, snuggled close to her.
The funeral was beautiful for a human one. She didn't much care for it, in all honesty. Or perhaps it was more a detest towards the funeral because this was her doing…
But then, that would be absurd. She didn't have emotions such as humans. She was a demon.
And yet, when she looked down at the infant in her arms, she couldn't help but feel extremely bad… guilty, almost.
This guilt remained with her the entire day, and it was exhausting in all honesty. She wasn't too sure what was happening to her. This had happened before, she had done such intrinsic things so many times, and yet for some reason, it was hurting her, wounded her, on a sub molecular level she had not anticipated…
It was hurting her feelings.
.
.
.
Mr Thompson stepped inside the carriage after the funeral. The body would be transported to the Thompson estate and buried there with other relatives. But due to the infant, a long ride could not yet be made by the family.
And Eleanora was sure this only made Mr Thompson loath the baby more.
Sebastian's gloved hand helped the daughters up the steps into the carriage, Mr Thompson sure not helping, and when his gloved hand extended to Eleanora's, he tugged at her to stop her.
She glanced at him in surprise. "Why the sullen look? Was this not your plan? Did you not gain a meal from this?"
A breath left her lips, and she looked away from him. The surprise on Sebastian's face made Ciel tilt his head from over where he was waiting at his own carriage. He had seen something there that he had not anticipated, even if he had begun to have an inkling to what this demon's plan might be.
"We don't die."
Sebastian cocked an eyebrow. "Not like them, no."
"Unless…" Her sentence died off, leaving Sebastian unsure of what she had meant. Finally, she tugged her hand out of his gloved one and glared at him. "Stay out of my business. Or I will find a way to kill you."
The complete change in her demeanour caused Sebastian to stay put and simply watch her step into the carriage. She grasped the door from him, glared one last time, and closed the carriage behind her with a snap.
Moving over to his own master, Sebastian opened the door for Ciel before stepping in himself.
"You look deep in thought." Ciel's words made Sebastian purse his lips.
"I thought her intention was to gain the souls of this entire family. I thought her intention was to kill the husband after tricking him for her own pleasure, but subsequently still giving him what he had asked for."
"An heir," filled Ciel in.
"Yes. Yet, for some reason, Mr Thompson is still alive."
"I had noticed."
Sebastian glanced out of the small window as the carriage jolted to a start. The sound of the hooves of the horse hitting the muddy road was all that could be heard for a while, a slick sound of wheels rolling over mud joining in eventually as well.
"So?" pressed Ciel, losing his patience a little bit. "I asked you to investigate."
"And I am sorry to inform to you, young master, that I have yet to understand it. All I know is that she has a covenant with Mr Thompson, and the little girl Rose."
"But she clearly cares about the infant."
"Yes. That was evident during breakfast today. When choosing between the older daughters and the infant, she chose the older daughters but with reluctance."
"You wouldn't be reluctant."
"I also only have one covenant."
"Indeed..." Ciel blinked. "That then leaves the question of why she has yet to begin claiming souls, and why the queen asked me to investigate the Thompson family."
"And why she cares for the infant."
Ciel scoffed. "Her having emotions is not what we are set to investigate."
"Demons do not have emotions. I have a feeling it is part of it. We do not care. You die in the mere blink of an eye to us. What is there to care about?"
Ciel scowled at the words, but nodded his head in agreement, seeing Sebastian's point of view. "Although you're contradicting yourself a little bit."
"How so?" asked Sebastian in surprise.
"You had quite a connection with that infant this morning," smirked Ciel.
Sebastian's face fell into an unamused one, staring at Ciel with red eyes.
Though before the conversation could continue, the carriage jolted to a stop. Sebastian reached out to stop Ciel from flinging about too harshly before glancing at the door. He heard her approach before she had ripped the door off the hinges in a fit of panic.
"Sebastian! Please… you have to help."
"Eleanora?" asked Ciel, eyes wide in surprise. "What's wrong?"
"I can't handle it."