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Caerilyn frowned as they walked down an empty street. Ciel huffed and looked back at her. "Well this was a dead end I suppose. We should return to—" he stopped short as an Indian man stood in front of him, then doubled over in what appeared to be pain.
"It hurts! My rib is cracked!" Ciel looked up at Caerilyn and Sebastian. Voices rang out from the alleys of the street.
"Someone, come and help!"
"Are you okay?!"
"He is so cruel!"
The trio was soon surrounded by a mob of angry Indian men. The man who had claimed to be injured scowled at Ciel and held out a hand. "Pay me consolation money. Strip of everything you have and give it to me!"
Sebastian looked bored. "It appears we are caught amongst some belligerent people yet again, young master. Shall I?"
Ciel nodded. "Yes. Dispose of them right away."
"STOP!" A voice rang out. The mob parted to let in a young boy, not quite a man, elegantly dressed, and a taller man with a bandaged hand. The boy looked around and saw Ciel and his servants. "You are a British nobleman?"
Ciel bristled. "So what if we are?"
"Then I will side with the people of my country. Agni. Defeat them."
The white-haired man removed the bandage from his hand and lunged at Ciel. Sebastian quickly moved to protect Ciel, as did Caerilyn. She and Ciel watched as Sebastian and this man fought with rapid-fire attacks. He frowned. "I have hit your marman countless times; your arm should be paralyzed. How is it that you can still fight?"
Caerilyn glared. "Hey! We had barely stepped foot in this place and everyone is suddenly picking a fight with us for no reason! Do all Indians act like barbarians and indiscriminately attack the British for nothing?"
The boy frowned. "What?" He looked at Agni. "Our brothers are on the wrong side here. We shall help this kid now!"
A minute later, the attackers were on the ground, groaning in pain. The man, whose name was apparently Agni, smiled. "It is done, Lord Soma."
The 'Lord Soma' looked over to Caerilyn and Ciel. He sighed. "This area isn't the kind of place for a kid to wander about. So… anyhow, I'm in the middle of a search so I need to split. See ya kid." With that, the Lord Soma and Agni left. Caerilyn frowned. "Well that was interesting." She looked at the pile of unconscious attackers. "It appears that our next order of business would be to bring these men to Scotland Yard." She said this a second before Sebastian did, earning herself a cutting glare from the demon.
Ciel nodded. "You're right Caerilyn. Let's go." Sebastian huffed with irritation. When was this angel going to leave?
By the time they returned home, it was dark and beginning to snow. Ciel looked irritated. "Well the criminal might be one of those thugs. We will just have to wait to hear from the Commissioner." He sighed. Honestly. Calling me out to London because of this boring case."
Sebastian smirked. "Well you can't help but bark if there is any sort of threat to the Queen. Such a loyal watchdog." Ciel glared. "Shut up."
Rosemary peeked her head out from behind a corner. "Ciel? You're back!" She smiled and ran over. "How was it? Tell me everything!" She suddenly stopped and looked over his shoulder. Standing behind Ciel and Caerilyn were Lord Soma and Agni. Ciel looked shocked. "What in blazes are you doing here?!"
Soma looked bored. "In India, it's common to welcome and entertain benefactors." He started walking into a guest room and plopped down on the bed.
Ciel was getting angry now as he chased after Soma. "Wait a minute! Why do I have to look after you guys? And who even are you anyway?!"
The boy waved his hand. "I'm not considering staying at an inn. And I'm a prince."
Agni stepped forward. "This young man is the 26th child born to the king of the princely state of Bengal. Prince Soma Asman Gandal."
Soma leaned back on the bed. "I'm gonna stay for a while, okay shortie?" Ciel looked irate at the nickname as Agni and Sebastian left to make tea.
The servants swarmed around the prince, asking a million questions. Caerilyn took the opportunity to take Rosemary upstairs and help her to bed.
Rosemary sighed as she sat in the bathtub. "Why is that prince staying here?" She asked Caerilyn.
The angel sighed as she washed the child's hair. "I am not sure. He said to us earlier that he was searching for something; perhaps he has no property in England and he needs a place to stay."
Rosemary nodded and grew quiet for a short time. She didn't speak up again until Caerilyn was helping her into her nightgown.
"Why do you hate Sebastian so much?"
Caerilyn blinked. "What do you mean?"
Rosemary frowned. "His very presence angers you. If he's under a contract, he can't do much right?"
Caerilyn sighed. "Rosemary, he's a disgusting creature from hell who would not think twice about killing you and devouring your soul. There are plenty of reasons to hate him."
Rosemary frowned. "Still," she mumbled.
Caerilyn sighed. "If it upsets you that much, I will try harder to be civil." She tucked Rosemary into bed and smiled. "Get some sleep my lady." She kissed Rosemary's head and got up to leave.
Waiting outside of the room was Sebastian. He looked down at Caerilyn. "I had an interesting conversation with the young master this evening. He mentioned that the animosity between us is beginning to irritate him."
Caerilyn sighed. "My lady said something similar." She looked up at him. For a moment things were a bit awkward. Finally Sebastian spoke up. "Why don't we go outside? Go out to the garden; I'll meet you there."
Caerilyn frowned but did so. She sat outside at the small table, watching the snow accumulate on the ground. Sebastian came out with a glass of wine and handed it to her. "Here."
Caerilyn smiled slightly. "Thank you." She sipped it and sighed. "I suppose if we will be spending most of our time together, we might as well get along."
Sebastian nodded. "Personally I have nothing against you, as long as you don't interfere with my contract. And I respect your devotion to your young lady." He frowned. "Why are you so devoted to her, anyway? I've never heard of an angel actively protecting a human."
Caerilyn sighed. "I personally knew her mother, Lady Genevieve Marchesi, a woman with an incredible sixth sense and a kind heart. She was the complete opposite of Rosemary's father, Marco, who was incredibly abusive to both his wife and daughter. Genevieve was murdered by Marco on Rosemary's second birthday. When she arrived in heaven, the only thing she cared about was who was going to protect Rosemary now that she was gone. So I promised her I would watch over her daughter."
The angel looked at the sky, watching the falling snowflakes. She could feel Sebastian's ruby eyes on her. "With Genevieve gone, Rosemary was all alone. Her father took all of his frustrations out on the girl. She's already a sickly child, and his abuse and neglect made it even worse. I suppose now I feel like I have to be her mother since her mother is gone. She treats me more like her mother than her servant, which is nice. I had always wanted to be a mother."
Sebastian frowned. "Can angels even have children?"
Caerilyn nodded. "Yes, but it's fairly rare. No angel has had more than five children in their lifetime, and it has been a while since a full-blooded angel was born. Usually it's some type of nephilim, or even a pure human." She looked at Sebastian. "What about demons?"
He thought about it. "Demons sometimes have dozens of children. They are incredibly possessive of their mates and offspring, and most mate for life."
Caerilyn looked at him from above her glass of wine. "I didn't know that," she said softly. So demons were actually able to care about something other than themselves. She sighed and took another sip of wine.
Sebastian looked at her and was suddenly aware of how beautiful she really was. Her skin was a deep tan, and she was quite curvaceous, nothing like the women of England. Her hair was a mass of long black curls. Her voice, a deep contralto that conveyed power. And her eyes. Two large almond eyes, almost completely black, but would flash gold when she was ready to kick ass.
His mind wandered as she told him about her time with Rosemary, his eyes tracing her curves. A foreign feeling stirred deep within him. He began wondering what her lips tasted like, how beautiful her voice would sound calling out his name. He frowned and stood up. "I apologize, but I believe my young master is having a nightmare. I will bid you goodnight." He bowed and left her to herself and went to his room, his eyes glowing. What was wrong with him?
