Chapter Seven: His Butler: Covering
"So… U-um… B-Bard…" Maylene began, though she hadn't really planned what she was going to say from the beginning. Perhaps that would have been best. After all, she was nervous enough even when she didn't know what she was going to say, or do. It was their day off, and it was such a beautiful day. The flowers were in full bloom, and the air was filled with the fragrant scent of pollen.
"Yes, Maylene?" Bard asked, grinning from ear to ear. He was also happy to be lying around outside with nothing really to do. He looked up at Maylene intently, seeing that she was slightly flustered, but also somewhat nasally.
Her allergies were probably getting the better of her. She looked amazing in the sunlight, and made him want her even more.
"I-I was wondering if maybe… You'd like to go on a date with me today…" Maylene finally blurted out. Bard gave a start of surprise. After a moment, he regained his composure, and smiled sympathetically.
"You don't have to pretend to want to go on a date with me just because of what I said to you… I never should have said that when you were so upset… And drunk, in the first place." Bard said, finally feeling the full force of what he had said to Maylene when she was not only crushed by Sebastian's rejection, but also smashed out of her mind.
"You idiot! Is that really all you think of me!? Sure, I'm grateful that you did so much for me that day, I am, but do you really think I would ask you on a date just because of that!? I would never lead you on like that! Come on… Gimme a bit more credit, Bard! Besides, I'm not saying I'm in love with you.
I'm just saying I'd like to spend some time with you."
"You could've asked Finny…" Bard said suspiciously. Maylene rolled her eyes, but then took off her glasses, looking hard into Bard's turquoise eyes with her sparkling amber ones.
"Are you gonna take me on a date or not?" Maylene asked, cutting right to the point.
"U-um… Y-yeah… Th-thanks… I-I was sure you'd've forgotten by now…"
"Seriously? For a man who supposedly loves me, you give me way too little credit, you do… No need to dress up. Let's go…" Maylene said, grabbing Bard's arm and dragging him to the gate and walking with him into town.
"Are you sure about this, Maylene? It sure is nice to be out on a date with you, but we've never been in London outside of our business for the Young Master…"
"Are you kidding, Bard? I've been in London dozens of times, I have. I used to be an assassin, remember? I did any number o' missions in London, I did."
"Well… Maybe you can show me around then… I don't really know much about this place." Bard said.
"Really? What part of Britain did you come from?" Maylene asked. She was interested in where he had been before he became Ciel's servant.
"Well… I didn't really have a home, per se. I wasn't homeless. Rather, I'd been in the military for a right long time, so I moved around a lot. I was born in the East End of London, but I joined the forces as a very young man."
"Ah… Well… London hasn't really changed that much… Though it was burned down that one time, if you remember. Oh, shit!"
"What's wrong, Maylene?" Bard asked, looking over at his date, and then following her gaze to a man with crimson red hair, and spectacles, walking around with a young woman that he was sure he had seen before.
"Quick… Let's get goin' before that lunatic sees us!"
"Isn't he just the orphanage owner?" Bard asked dimly. Maylene whacked him over the head for that rather dimwitted question.
"No, fool! Can't you see the resemblance between him and Madame Red's former butler? That's Grell Sutcliffe, that is! And that girl with him is… Well… I'm not really sure what to call her. She doesn't seem old enough to be his girlfriend. She introduced herself as an orphan at Grell's orphanage, but the Young Master told us that was a lie. Oh, crap! He spotted us, he has!"
"Hello! You two are Ciel's servants, right? Could this be a date? I always thought you two would make a cute couple. The maid is definitely all kinds of beautiful… Not my type, really, but… To each their own, I suppose. Oh… Have I introduced my friend? Rael Aldershof. She's… Still a student, but she asked me on a date today, and how could I refuse such an earnest request…?"
Maylene's eyes fell on Rael who seemed to be doing whatever she could to appear smaller, and was actually doing a pretty good job.
"Didn't you say you were 100 years old, Miss Aldershof? You don't look it, no you don't." Maylene said.
"I know… People say I don't look any older than 90." Rael said shyly. Maylene raised an eyebrow.
"Are you kidding? You look more like you might be thirteen or fourteen! You look about the same age as our Young Master, you do!" Maylene protested. At this, Rael blushed deeply, and retreated further behind Grell.
"I-I admit that I am very young, especially when seen in comparison to Mr. Sutcliffe… H-he's so amazing, and I'm so plain… I'm still amazed that he agreed to another date with me…" Rael said nervously. Grell put a finger up to her lips, though.
"Stop. First, I told you not to call me Mr. Sutcliffe. Second of all, you look fine as you are, and besides… It looks good on my record to make nice with such model students as yourself…" Grell said carelessly. Hearing this, Rael sighed.
"O-oh… G-Grell… Is that why you agreed to this date? I guess that makes sense…"
"No. That's not the reason. I was merely joking. I have reasons of my own."
"So then, you really do…"
"I didn't say that. You're still more than a century my junior. But, Miss Maylene, Mr. Bardroy… I will have to excuse myself. I wish you well on your date. They really do make such a cute couple…" Grell said with a sigh, walking off with Rael in tow.
Bard took Maylene's hand, and led her to the café, although technically, Maylene was in charge, since she knew London much better than Bard did. Her life as an assassin had taught her to know every corner in the city before she executed the assignment in case she needed to make a quick getaway. She never had that need, as she was always so far away that it didn't matter.
The restaurant that they were going to was pretty nice. It was a sidewalk café that looked out on the streets of London. In the background, Big Ben loomed over the scene. Maylene wished she could have taken a picture from Big Ben of all of London. It would have been a beautiful scene.
"Hey, Maylene… I've noticed for a few minutes, but there's a guy over there staring at us. I don't know what to make of it." Bard said quietly, pointing off in the distance to a young man, likely younger even than they were. He had a big black bag with him and was using his fingers to frame them as if he was about to take a photo.
"We'll just ignore him, we will. He ain't a threat…" Maylene said as the waiter came up to the table, and took their orders. Maylene ordered pasta with marinara sauce, and Bard ordered a steak and potatoes. Maylene giggled at this. She could see Bard having a big appetite like that. The waiter nodded, and walked off.
"Hmm… He's still there, yes he is…" Maylene muttered. She didn't feel nervous. He didn't seem dangerous, and even if he normally would be, he couldn't even touch either of them. Maylene was pretty skilled with martial arts, though her forte was marksmanship, as she could hit a rabbit at 200 meters with no problem (about 218.7 yards).
"Maybe if we pretend he isn't there, he'll go away…" Bard suggested with a laugh. Maylene giggled, and leaned across the table and kissed Bard. Suddenly, Bard noticed a flash from the bench, and he stood up, and stormed over to the man.
"Hey, bugger! What the bloody hell are you doing?"
"Oh…" The man said, chuckling nervously, and standing up, smoothing his hair back.
"I'm a student of art at the local college… It won't get me a great paying job, but it's my passion. I thought you looked like a really cute couple, and I wanted to paint you two on your date…" The man said nervously. Bard sighed.
"Oh… Well, I'm flattered, I am, but surely some wealthy couple in their Sunday best would make for a more attractive picture, right?"
"Well… Such a couple would likely be more aesthetically beautiful, but one with a pair of commoners on a date makes one with more character. It tells a better story. It's more relatable, it is. If you don't want me to paint you, I can go somewhere…"
"Nah, don't worry about it… Good luck with college…"
"Bard! Our meal is here! Stop chewing that guy out, and get back here!" Maylene called. The young artist stood, and bowed politely to Maylene as she came over.
"My… You sure have chosen a beautiful woman, sir… I'm a little jealous. I appreciate your cooperation." He said, sitting back down, and taking out a canvas, and some paints along with an easel and brushes.
"He's a college student, Maylene. He wants to paint us eatin' lunch, he does…"
"Us?" Maylene asked , surprised, but digging into her pasta. She hadn't had such normal food in a long time. It was usually Sebastian's cooking, and he made such fancy food. "He wants to paint us? Surely there's a more attractive couple than us out there."
"I thought the same thing. But apparently we have more character than some rich couple."
*Earlier that morning*
"Grell… I certainly appreciate that you have taken an interest in being kind to this girl, but do you not think that perhaps you have gone overboard? First, you took her on a date to the opera, and even got her dressed up, though I must say that I disapprove of the means you used…"
"You mean because I asked Bassy's master to help me?" Grell asked. Rael stood in the background, slightly confused. She knew that she had always thought that perhaps Grell was going a little too far in being nice to her, but she liked the attention. She was aware of the fact that Grell was a bit of a loose cannon, and had more than a dozen disciplinary orders under his belt for misdemeanors and felonies of varying severity.
Perhaps it was the fact that he played so fast and loose that made her want him so badly. So she couldn't bring herself to care why he was paying so much attention to her.
"Yes. Perhaps it is inappropriate. You may put through another disciplinary order if you must, but I have become fond of this young lady, and she seems to share my passion for the dramatic and the beautiful."
"She is only a student. You are more than twice her age, Grell. I have no intention of disciplining you. I merely wish you to see reason. It is good that you have cleaned yourself up, and within the past three or four months, you haven't broken a single regulation, and haven't forced any other reapers to put in overtime due to your misconduct.
However, do you not think that it is slightly odd to be going on day outings with an Academy student?"
"Edgar Allen Poe married his second cousin when she was only thirteen. He was three times her age. I see no harm in her spending her free time with me." Grell said.
"Who is Edgar Allen Poe?" William asked coldly. Rael stepped forward ardently, stomping her foot down.
"How can you not know who Mr. Poe is!? And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting on the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door."
"And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, and the lamplight o'er him streaming, throws his shadow on the floor. And my soul from out that shadow that lies drifting on the floor…" Grell continued dramatically.
"Shall be lifted, Nevermore…" They finished, both surprised that they had been thinking of the same piece by Poe."
Will looked between them for a moment, then sighed and turned his back.
"I suppose you are not harming anyone. Just promise that you will not drag her down to your level, Grell. You already have eighteen disciplinary notes in processing just at this time. You don't need to stain her remarkable record with your… Less than exemplary past."
"Mr. Spears… I have been standing here listening to you denigrate Mr. Sutcliffe for more than fifteen minutes. I understand that you do not like him. I sensed it from the moment I first mentioned his name to you all those months ago.
You look down on him, you see him as somehow inferior to you. I do not care what differences you may have had in the past. I do not care what he may have done or said to or about you. I will not stand you maligning him so in front of me. Mr. Sutcliffe has been nothing but kind to me. I admit that he is a little bit eccentric… But… He's one of the first people to show me such a good time!"
Will paused when she said that, if only to think that 'a little bit eccentric' was perhaps the understatement of the century.
"At least be polite to him when I am around him, Mr. Spears."
Grell was fairly touched. Nobody had ever stood up for him like that. People had certainly stood on him. He had been stomped on, kicked, and beaten to within an inch of his life, mostly by Sebastian, who seemed to feel an unusually strong antipathy toward him.
"If only you knew him as I did, Miss Aldershof. However, I will take my leave for now. I have much to do if I do not want to be stuck with overtime. Have a pleasant date." Will said quietly. Grell scowled and turned away, and Rael turned a deep pink.
Ciel sighed, and looked up at Sebastian. Over the time that he had been training under his butler, he had improved, mostly in domestic care. He still had a long way to go in terms of his fighting skills. He still tired more easily than an average demon. He discovered the animal that he could turn into. He was a fox. Ciel had to admit that the fox was an appropriate animal for him. Ciel had begun to wear black all the time, now.
He found his passion for anything, even his work as the Queen's hound dog, was beginning to dim slightly. He was beginning to see what being a demon truly meant. He had never exactly been happy that he had been turned into one, but now, it seemed truly disastrous, especially since he had only just begun to feel a passion in life until Alois took it all away from him. He would have to ask Sebastian about this.
"Hey, Sebastian…" Ciel said, stopping in front of him, and standing up straight. Sebastian looked at him with nary a smile, not even a hint of good humor.
"I share the sentiment…" Ciel said morosely, sensing Sebastian's poor mood at the time. Sebastian merely gave Ciel his best fox's grin, though, and tilted his head slightly.
"I have no idea what you mean, Young Master." He lied. But then, his grin fell again, and he looked once more, gloomy and unfriendly.
"Don't lie Sebastian. I've become better at sensing your moods since I became a demon. I don't know if it's because I'm a demon, or if I've simply been paying better attention. Either way, your feelings are shared by me. I wonder… Is it common for demons to feel so downcast, so empty?"
"Well, Young Master… That is certainly an interesting question. Passion is very much a human emotion. However, demons have been known to find enjoyment, and even pleasure in activities that strike their interest. In spite of that, though, yes…
A demon who cannot find anything to pique their interest often finds themselves wallowing in despair and apathy. This is the reason that Claude Faustus went to such great lengths to get your soul. He found that even a fleeting taste of your blood sent him spiraling into depths of passion that he had not felt probably in centuries. A demon's 'life' is certainly extraordinarily passive."
"Very few things can kill a demon, and so, we pass our time perfecting ourselves as best we can until our skill eclipses even the greatest of humans in all fields. However, that usually does not satisfy us since all that is required to be able to make such a claim is time, which is something demons have in Spades. What we want is passion.
We envy humans. We envy them, love them, and hate them at the same time. It seems a strange dichotomy, but we love humans for the respite they offer us from our lives of doldrums, and for the souls they so willingly offer us in exchange for our services."
"And yet, we see them in their fleeting existence on this earth, passing their time, rushing from thing to thing, learning some new skill, or pursuing some new passion, whether it is love for another human, learning to cook, fighting, or what have you, and we envy how easily they become passionate over these things. I envy you, Young Master."
"Why? Because although you are now a demon, you were once human, and so, you understand the extraordinarily human sentiment of love. You love your fiancée enough to Cull her that she might exist forever alongside you, that you might never have to let her go. But enough of this philosophical talk. Let us continue. Come at me. You have learned your basic forms and how to merge them with enough proficiency. I am reasonably satisfied with your progress."
"You always thought more of Elizabeth." Ciel said, and Sebastian couldn't help but be amused at the obvious jealousy in Ciel's voice.
"She is simply more experienced than you in physical arts.
You are not as talented as she is. However, you could feasibly become more skilled than she, given your condition. Well, hurry up… We still have to start you with a sword today…" Sebastian said, surprising Ciel.
"A sword? I already know how to use a sword. I've been fencing for years, even before you became my butler."
"No, not a foil, a saber, or a rapier… You are going to learn to use a katana today."
"A what, now?" Ciel asked, seeming very common in that moment. Sebastian smirked.
"The type of sword that Maylene got for her birthday. I can teach you multiple sword styles with a single katana, and another few that involve a wakizashi and a tanto… It is not vital, but… Since you arguably have all of eternity to learn, you may as well.
It took quite a while, and a good amount of money, but I managed to acquire a katana, a wakizashi, and a tanto."
"O-of course… Give me that…" Ciel said, snatching for the katana, but Sebastian held it out of Ciel's reach.
"Ah ah ah… Not yet. First, you use this… This is called a bokken, and it is a training sword made of wood. It hurts when you get hit by one, but you will not have your arms cut off by it. Well, an average human could even have bones broken by a blow that was severe enough. However, I doubt that will happen to you.
Now, you are going to work on something else today. Focus carefully, and attempt to make yourself taller. Make sure that you also make yourself look older so that your body does not appear disproportionate to your age. You may use this mirror." Sebastian said politely, pulling out a full length mirror and holding it up for Ciel.
Ciel snorted rather ungracefully, but obeyed, and focused. He had been working on meditation lately, and had become quite good at it. He was proud to say that meditation was one art in which he was better than Elizabeth, who couldn't seem to sit still for long enough to meditate. Ciel, on the other hand, found himself enjoying the time he spent clearing his mind of all thoughts, and existing in an almost ethereal world of subconscious awareness.
One day, he managed to spend a whole day meditating. Sebastian actually offered him praise on that feat. Most monks didn't even spend that long meditating, and when Ciel awoke from his trance, he found that he felt strangely refreshed, despite the fact that he had been his usual surly self before he had meditated.
He then went to his Chess lesson with Sebastian, and impressed Sebastian with his improved game, though Sebastian still defeated Ciel quite soundly. He claimed, though, that Ciel was improving vastly in his skill.
Now, though, Ciel watched himself in the mirror as he became taller, and began to look slightly older. Sebastian smiled in approval at the end result. Ciel didn't have it quite down, yet. Ciel's arm length was slightly out of sync with his height, but it was acceptable, and having long arms could be beneficial in a sword fight if the person knew how to use that advantage. Sebastian handed Ciel his bokken, and got into a fighting stance, himself.
"Get ready, Young Master. First, you must learn the proper way to hold a katana. For a beginner, it is appropriate for the user to hold it with two hands, as that offers greater strength in the swings, and also greater control. You hold your bokken, and in the future, your katana, with your dominant hand at the top…
Here, like this…" Sebastian said, adjusting Ciel's hand at the tsuba, and then said, "Good. Now, put your other hand near the bottom at a 45 degree angle. Excellent. You are ready to practice. Now, hold the sword up like this, and swing down in an arcing motion." Sebastian said, demonstrating. Ciel then mimicked, and found that it felt slightly uncomfortable.
"This feels strange…" Ciel said quietly.
"You will grow accustomed to the feeling. Do not readjust your hands. You are holding it properly at the moment. Now, put your guard up." Sebastian said, moving quickly, and slicing at Ciel. Ciel yelped and put his sword up in defense, just barely blocking the much older demon. Sebastian continued on the offensive, but offered advice as he did.
"Young Master… Do not be afraid to go on the offensive. You will never learn if you do not train aggressively." Sebastian said patiently. Ciel nodded and moved with a grace and speed that Sebastian had not expected, and thrust the sword at Sebastian, hitting him right in the stomach.
"I am impressed, Young Master. However, katanas are not meant to be thrust. They are used in a slashing motion, and rarely used with one hand. Only the most proficient swordsmen, the Samurai commonly use a katana with one hand.
This is because they either use a katana in both hands, or because they have a katana in one hand and a wakizashi in the other. Remember that a katana is not like western swords which can be used for cutting or thrusting. They are curved, and so, you must use them properly.
"This sword feels uncomfortable in my hands…" Ciel complained. Sebastian smiled and shrugged. There wasn't much he could do. Ciel had to learn the proper way to hold one. Sebastian walked over, and corrected Ciel's grip, and took up his own katana once more, using both hands, although Sebastian had long since learned to fight one handed.
"That is incorrect, Young Master… You must not make such wide strokes with your sword. You leave openings that even the most novice of swordsmen could exploit… You seem to have a visitor…"
"Ciel!" Came a loud and feminine voice from the back door. In mere moments, Lizzie was in front of Ciel, hugging him tightly.
"Ciel! I'm so glad to see you again! I didn't see Maylene and Bard, though…"
"They're out on a date. It was Maylene's birthday yesterday as you know, and I gave her today off. So what brings you here today, Elizabeth?"
"I've told you to call me Lizzie! And I came to train with Sebastian. What's that weird sword you're holding? It doesn't even look real…"
"Well, Milady, arguably it is not real. It is what is known as a bokken. It is a wooden replica of a katana. This…" Sebastian said, pulling out a real katana and unsheathing it. "Is a katana. It was used by the Samurai in Japan, and is quite an interesting weapon to learn. It would be my pleasure to teach you along with the Young Master.
Please take this." Sebastian said politely, not smiling, but handing Lizzie a bokken, and gently adjusting her grip on it so that it matched Ciel's.
"This feels strange. I can't hold it correctly…" Lizzie complained. "My hands are too far apart, and I haven't got any movement."
"That should not be a problem… Let me see… You no doubt are familiar with what the face of a clock looks like, correct? This goes for both of you. Young Master, your form while fighting is atrocious. Lady Elizabeth, you would do well to remember this lesson as well.
Take it to heart because it is amongst the most fundamental aspects of Japanese sword fighting. Japanese sword fighting uses a push/pull technique due to the way that you hold the sword. There are eight strokes that you can make with the sword, though you need only remember four of them.
This is called the 'eight directional cut'. One stroke goes vertically from 12:00 to 6:00, like this…" Sebastian said, drawing the sword, and showing both Ciel and Lizzie how to swing. That much seemed obvious.
"Second is 2:00 to 8:00, like this…" Sebastian said firmly, making a diagonal cut. Third is directly horizontal, from 3:00 to 9:00." Sebastian said, doing the horizontal cut. "And last is 10:00 to 4:00, like this." Sebastian said this as he made the cut.
"I only showed you four of the eight cuts for a reason. The other four should be self-explanatory. They are the same cut as the others but in the opposite direction." Sebastian said. Then, a thought occurred to him.
"Please forgive me. I have neglected to show you the fundamentals in the proper order. However, I believe that both of you are intelligent enough to put them together. Now, drawing the sword. Pretend that these bokken actually have scabbards. Always store the sword blade up to avoid dulling the blade.
You then grab the scabbard firmly in your left hand and pull the sword to your side." Sebastian said firmly, watching as the two followed his instructions. Although Ciel's movements were slightly jerky and uneven, he passed for the moment. Sebastian would train him in the future to do all of this in as few motions as possible. Elizabeth was slightly more graceful in her movement, but her inexperience shone through still.
"Now, pop the guard with your thumb… No, no. Not so hard. Very gently. It barely takes any effort to pop the blade, especially for a demon. Very good, now, adjust your grip so that you can grasp it properly immediately." Sebastian said, watching as the two fumbled slightly before fixing their grip again.
"Now, draw your blade away from your body as in blade out so you do not slice your stomach open. It is not such a problem for a demon, and even for a Culled it is not a huge problem. But for humans, that would be a fatal wound. Very good. Draw it in one swift and graceful arc."
"This is all very complicated, Sebastian…" Ciel said distastefully. Sebastian laughed lightly. "There is nothing I can do about that, my Young Lord. Now, you remember the eight directional cuts? Perform all eight right now." Sebastian said, wanting to test their memory.
Ciel stood there blankly for a moment, but then remembered, and swung his sword once, twice, three times, continuing until he had gotten all eight strokes. Sebastian actually smiled and nodded. Although Ciel's strokes were as jerky as they had been when he was drawing his blade, he had performed all eight strokes.
"Very good, my Young Lord. Lady Elizabeth? If you will…" Sebastian requested. Lizzie nodded, and swung six times, hesitated, then did the last two. Sebastian had to say that if there was any martial art with which Elizabeth didn't show significantly better form it would be with a katana.
"Very good. You both pass. Now, custom dictates that after you have killed an opponent or otherwise finished a duel, you must clean the blade before returning it to its scabbard. To clean it, you must shake it first, and then wipe it off with a towel.
Be sure that you wipe it very well or else blood will remain on the blade, and will get on the inside of the scabbard. Thereafter, if you do not replace the scabbard, your blade will inevitably grow rusty."
"Why would the blade get rusty?"
"Well that is because folded steel is inherently porous, which is why you must always apply oil after every use and at least once a year to ensure that the blade does not become rusty or weakened. Now, after you have cleaned the blade, you bring the back of the blade over your thumb and forefinger, and guide it into the scabbard. Very good. Well… Now, you will both practice your strokes. I must go back in and take care of the daily business. Please excuse me, Young Master."
"Of course." Ciel said, turning away from Sebastian and beginning to practice with his blade.
"Hey, Ciel?" Elizabeth asked. Ciel looked over at Elizabeth questioningly, not stopping his practice.
"Yes, Lizzie?"
"I've learned so much about the occult just from you and Sebastian, and about Demons in particular. You know Laevatin? You said it was one of the few blades in existence that could kill a demon. You didn't say it was the only blade. Do you know the others? Surely you must know of at least one other, right?"
"No. I don't. In fact I know almost nothing of the occult world in which Sebastian has been involved all these years. I must say since I never believed that I would become a demon, I never bothered to learn."
"But weren't you curious?"
"No." Ciel said with cold finality. Elizabeth scowled. "Well I am. I'm going to ask him…"
"Suit yourself. I have no real interest. If he does deign to tell you, I may be curious in the future…"
Lizzie nodded, kissed Ciel on the lips, which was a first for Ciel and also for Lizzie. It was both of their first kisses.
Ciel blushed slightly, but noticed that Lizzie was also turning pink.
"S-sorry… E-excuse me…" Lizzie muttered, dropping her sword and running inside. Ciel blushed again, but began swinging his sword again, practicing the eight strokes that Sebastian had taught them.
"Sebastian!" Lizzie yelled, running into the manor. Sebastian looked up from his dusting and smiled politely at Lizzie.
"Lady Elizabeth… Have you finished your practice already? That was fast."
"No. I was curious. You're training Ciel and me in Japanese swordplay, and I remembered that you said that Laevatin was one of the few swords that could kill a Demon. Are there other swords that can kill demons?"
"Well… There are several weapons that are able to do lethal damage to a demon. It does not have to be a sword, though swords are the most common weapons used. Have you ever read Lewis Carroll? More accurately 'Through The Looking Glass?"
"Sure! I love that book. The Vorpal Blade went snicker snack. He left it dead, and with its head, he went galumphing back."
"Exactly. The Vorpal Sword is one such weapon, although its real name is Jabberwock, named after the Demon Lord that possesses it. Compared to Jabberwock, I am merely an infant. Its power eclipses even Hannah's who managed to bamboozle both Claude and I a year ago.
Most demons have never even seen Jabberwock, let alone had any contact with it. It is rumored to live in a secluded area of the Demon World in a palace surrounded by dozens of demonic servants. It is said that it made a few Culled in the past, and that the power of the Culled surpassed even my own. But something is bothering me. I don't feel the Young Master outside. Was he out there when you came in?"
"Of course. I asked him first about the Demon Swords." Lizzie replied. Sebastian's eyes narrowed, and he walked over to the door, noting that Ciel wasn't there.
"Is that so?"