The king watched as the older children drew the faces on the pumpkins. Memories of his own sons were returning to him.

"Grandfather, my pumpkin will have a very silly face." Rachel said excitedly. "Is it okay?"

"Of course,Dear one. This pumpkin is yours. You may give it any kind of face you like." He said patting the child's head.

"How can we make them light up?" Rowan asked, finishing the crooked grin on his pumpkin.

"You cut them." Mordred explained. "The faces you made are simply guidelines. You have to cut them out, the top will be removed along with the seeds and all that you find inside, when you return home, you place a candle inside and light it."

"And then they are all pretty!" Rachel exclaimed.

"I don't know about pretty, but I suppose you can call it what you like."

"Did you like making them with your daddy, Uncle Mordred?"

"When I was very small, yes. I was easily amused and found them funny."

"So you weren't always cranky?" Rowan turned to the older demon.

"Not every second of everyday. Yes children, I know it's difficult to fathom, but I, Mordred Anthony Michaelis, am not cranky as you say all day,everyday of my life. I know , I know, it's a shock to you all. Please remain calm and don't panic." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a flask.

"You certainly don't have a shortage of drinks." Naveen pointed out.

"I only have five more,Cousin."

"Well,if that's all." Ciel said, cuddling Angelina. The child sobbed in her mother's arms.

"What's wrong with that one?" Mordred asked, taking s drink.

"Could ask your mother the same of you." Ciel retorted.

"I'm sure you have. Come now, it's a legitimate question."

"Without pointing fingers, and only because I promised Sebastian I'd try to behave myself tonight, she inherited a good bit of genes from your side." Ciel answered.

Mordred nodded.

"Understood. She's a little monster."

"How dare you call my daughter anything, after everything you've done to my family, what right do you have to even say one damn word to-"

"Ciel, please." Ann pleaded.

"I won't stand for it Ann." Ciel said sternly.

"True he should not have said such a thing about your little one. I love your children very much but isn't it possible that you forgive-"

"Absolutely not. I love you Ann, but if you're trying to tell me not to defend my children, as a mother you should know better. I won't back down when it comes to my little ones and it's an argument you will not win. You did it earlier and I won't allow that jackass to-" Sebastian's hand was suddenly on his shoulder.

"Ciel, perhaps we should carve the pumpkins at home. It's getting late."

"Oh no, Daddy, we want to stay. Please?" Rachel pleaded.

"Rachel,dearest it's best if we-"

"Let them stay, I won't say another bloody thing. Ciel, I am sorry ." Ciel glared at Mordred.

"I know you're sorry,now apologize."

"What the hell does that even mean?" Mordred growled.

"Figure it out, I'm done with you."

"Such a mean little thing."

"That's enough!" The king roared. "The children have finished their designs,while we carve the pumpkins, let's calm ourselves. I shall think of another story."

"A scary one?" Vincent asked hopefully, he allowed his father to take the pumpkin.

"We shall see." Rowan pushed the pumpkin onto its side and rolled it over to Mordred.

"Uncle Mordred, will you help me please?" Surprised by the request, the older demon set it up once more. Naveen moved closer to them and gave Ciel a slight nod. The former earl remained silent turning his attention back to his youngest daughters.

"I have it," the Devil said. "Dark was the night when our story begins, a starless, autumn night."

"Don't scare my children badly, I'd like them to sleep tonight." Ciel warned. The children climbed up on large pumpkins, listening with great interest to their grandfather's tale.