Chapter Nine: His Butler: An Executioner
"This young lady seems to have escaped from the boss. I am merely returning her to her proper place."
One of the guards looked at Lillian, then took a look at a picture of the girl the boss had said got away and the guard nodded once, telling the other guard to stay there.
"I'll take you up to the boss. He'll be glad to have you back, little missy. He was right fond o' you he was." The guard said with a lecherous grin that caused both Ciel and Lillian to cringe. Sebastian and Ciel led the girl to the boss's office, where the guard knocked and then walked off.
After a long moment, a voice came from inside the office telling Ciel and Sebastian to open the door and come in. Sebastian apologized quietly to Lillian and grabbed her opening the door and tossing her into the office bodily.
"Hello… We heard of your distress upon losing this girl. We also heard that there was a reward offered upon her return to you still alive."
"Ah… Lillian… Sweetie… Why would you just run off on me like that? Did I not play a good enough host?"
"You're despicable!" Lillian spat furiously, playing the part of the captive well.
"Oh… I think we'll need to re-educate you on how to behave around your superiors…" The boss said disappointedly. Lillian scoffed loudly at this.
"I hope you don't mean you? You're just a pathetic old pedophile!"
"Yes, indeed 'boss'…" Ciel said with a wide and arrogant smirk, watching the sun setting outside.
"You will be coming with us, now, 'boss'. Sebastian… Deal with him…"
"No…" Lillian demanded. "Aedyn, you do it. I want to see the look on his face when someone as diminutive as you beats him."
"Yes, Milady…" Ciel said, silently pledging that he would make himself at least look a little taller after this contract. Maybe he could be a bit taller than Elizabeth and at least seem a little more masculine… After all, having had to dress as a girl for Viscount Druitt's party was rather emasculating, especially when the perverted Viscount actually BELIEVED he was a girl and tried to sell him as a sex slave…
Ciel walked over to the boss and punched him hard in the chest, breaking the fat man's sternum and two ribs before sweeping his feet out from under him and slamming him to the ground, turning him over and kicking him in the head, knocking him unconscious and then tying him up, but failing fantastically at this last job.
"Sebastian! At least tie him up properly. Make it so he can't escape…"
"Yes, my young lord…" Sebastian said politely with a wide, demonic grin, walking over to the boss and quickly tying his arms and legs and tossing him over his shoulder. He then looked at Ciel and told him to grab Lillian and jump from the window.
"What!? B-but that's a twenty meter drop to the bottom! You'll both break both your legs! Your knees will be dust!" Lillian snapped, struggling to get out of Ciel's grip, who held onto her tighter than Lillian would have suspected him capable of doing given his size. He then followed Sebastian to the window and they jumped.
Lillian screamed for the first meter or two, but Ciel clamped his hand over her mouth as they fell, and they landed semi-gracefully at the bottom. They then ran down the hill, making it to the beach without much trouble before climbing the cliffs and making it into the caves that Lillian mentioned.
"I admit that this is the perfect place…" Sebastian said, walking over to a wall and chaining the boss to the wall just as he woke up.
"Hnh! W-where am I!?"
"You are in the Moeirry Caves. A truly fitting place for your life to end." Lillian said icily, glaring at the boss with utmost contempt. "Now… As demons, you must have good experience with torturing people… Aedyn… Make him suffer."
"Actually… I must confess little experience with such activity, Milady. Sebastian may be more familiar with the act of torture."
"Fine. Sebastian… Make him suffer, but don't allow him to die. What is the longest you have ever been able to make someone's pain last?"
"Well, if you are referring simply to physical agony, I have been known to be able to torture someone for a month. This was back in the year 642 AD. I was contracted to a little known monarch at the time who wanted to build an empire.
He had his political opponents tortured and killed in truly ingenious ways. However, sometimes psychological torture such as sensory deprivation can cause more suffering. However, it is ultimately up to you, Milady…" Sebastian said politely.
The boss looked between the three people standing before him, now terrified at how casually they spoke of torturing him. He could admit that he was personally an unkind and even cruel man at times, but even he didn't speak so casually of torture.
"First, I want to ask him a question…" Lillian said, walking up and taking a knife out of her dress.
"Tell me, 'Boss'. What is your name? You always demanded that I simply call you 'Boss'."
"My men will be here soon enough. If all I have to endure is torture concocted by the feeble imagination of a young woman barely come of age, I'm not terribly worried."
"Aedyn… Sebastian. Do you have any torture instruments?"
"I am certain that I could fashion some post haste, Milady…" Sebastian said, turning around and fiddling around, seemingly with thin air, but when he turned back around, he had a red hot poker in his gloved hand.
"I would advise you, young man to answer my mistress' questions. You do not wish to suffer more than you have to… Do you?"
"You don't scare me… I've been witness to more tragedy than I can remember… Most of it caused by me…"
"Fine…" Sebastian said, grabbing the boss's nose and inserting the thin poker into it, driving it in as far as he could without damaging further up in the head or damaging the tongue. He didn't want to damage the tongue or mouth. After all, Lillian had questions.
"AGGGGHHHHHHH!" The man screamed as the inside of his nose charred, and both Ciel and Lillian smelled the rancid scent of burning flesh. Finally, after a few seconds, Sebastian pulled the poker out.
"Please answer the question." Sebastian said politely.
"Go to hell!"
"What an ironic thing to say… Well, regardless…" Sebastian said, sticking the poker up the other nostril, causing more shrieks of agony to arise from the man's mouth. Lillian giggled in sadistic glee as this occurred and Ciel merely stood by passively and watched. Finally, Sebastian pulled the poker out.
"Are you ready to talk now?"
The boss still refused, so Sebastian smirked and looked at Ciel and held out several long red hot needles.
"Stick them under his fingernails and leave them there for now. I am afraid that torture is an art you must learn to be an adequate demon."
Ciel walked up to Sebastian and took the needles, going over to the boss and touching lightly his thumb.
"W-wait! Wait!"
"What was that? You will answer Milady's questions?" Ciel asked with a grim smirk that even scared Lillian a little bit. He was turning out to be a much more dangerous person than she had expected. She had heard that he could be ruthless, but she didn't expect anything like this.
"M-money! Women! Alcohol! What do you want!? I'll give you whatever you want to let me go!"
"You clearly do not understand my desires in the slightest." Ciel said, slowly pushing the needle under the boss's thumbnail, causing renewed shrieks of pain to arise.
"Please just answer our questions…" Sebastian said.
"No? Out goes the eye…" The demon butler said, pushing the poker into the man's left eye to new screams of pain and terror.
"F-fine! M-my name is Eoin Pherick! Please! Stop!"
"Are you satisfied, Milady?" Ciel asked.
"No. Why did you kidnap me? You could've just gotten the case against you dropped with all your power.
"You're wrong. Your father is more powerful than he seems. He probably never told you, but he's the head of the entire Manx Intelligence. They'd been working this case for almost ten years, and they had airtight evidence on us.
They could've shut down the entire Manx underground for decades if not longer with all the jail time that we'd be doing… Actually, if you kill me, you'll likely be setting back if not destroying your father's case against us, as it relies on the premise that I Eoin Pherick am the leader of all illegal activity. I am essentially the Moriarty of the Manx underground."
"Who?" Lillian asked, perplexed by this statement.
"Milady… Doctor Moriarty was an antagonist in Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes, and the protagonist's arch nemesis." Sebastian said politely.
"I see. So you're saying that if I kill you, then my father's case will go out the window?"
"Most likely…" Eoin said. Sebastian sneered at Eoin.
"He is lying, Milady. This case falls under the jurisdiction of organized crime and potential terrorism. They would not be entitled to a trial before being imprisoned. Besides, it would not be so odd if Eoin were to be killed by one of his subordinates who had a desire to take his position." Sebastian said quietly. "Is there any more torture you wish to inflict upon him?"
"Keep him alive for six days. Torture him as much as you can without killing him."
"I believe I have a plan.
Young Master… I will need your help with this. It is a powerful and complex illusion that we must make. Sebastian said telepathically, relaying the instructions to Ciel…
That they were going to torture Eoin with extreme sensory overload in addition to cold conditions. Ciel concentrated. He had not practiced this at all, but with Sebastian's help, he was pretty sure he could manage it. He had a general idea of what to do, and Sebastian filled in the rest.
Soon, the illusion came to life, and Lillian gasped. She could feel an unpleasant tingling sensation all over her body, could smell dozens of powerful perfumes wafting through the air, could see bright flashing lights all over the cave…
She tasted so many different foods in her mouth that she felt certain that she would be sick, and she could hear loud music from different sources that clashed vibrantly and obnoxiously. This was the perfect torture for Eoin. She didn't know anything about what Sebastian was doing, but she was sure that Eoin would quickly go mad.
"Milady… Let us go. We should not be in the cave. The illusion will hold… Do not worry. I have ensured that he will not starve or die of thirst. There is food and water that will serve itself to him for the next six days.
Though he may not be inclined to eat much. There is a powerful amount of LSD in the air, now, or at least… Eoin will react as if there is. In addition to the illusion, he will begin to hallucinate rather severely. By the time we get back, he should be in perfect condition for you to deliver the final blow."
"What is LSD?" Lillian asked skeptically. Sebastian sighed.
"LSD is short for Lysergic Acid Diethylamide. It is a powerful psychedelic drug that causes a person to experience hallucinations. They begin to see, hear, taste, smell or feel things that aren't there. Time even becomes distorted.
I imagine that by the time we get back, death will seem a blessing for him. You may stay in the cave if you like to watch in person, but I would not advise it. You do not wish to get high on this much Lysergic Acid Diethylamide.
You would be hallucinating fairly badly due to it and it would not be a pleasant experience. You may watch his suffering on this screen from your own home." Sebastian said politely, showing her a small television screen. Lillian grabbed it and looked it over, seeing nothing special about it from the outside.
"Watch…" Sebastian said with a certain satisfaction. He flipped the switch of the television, and it flicked on, shocking Lillian, who shrieked and dove away from it.
"Witchcraft! Dark magic!" She screamed, terrified now by the lit up screen that was moving, showing Eoin writhing in torment, shrieking bloody murder.
"Please allow me to explain, Milady… I am in occasional contact with a demon with the ability to time travel. This is what is known as a 'television'. It will not be invented for at least thirty years. However, inside the cave, there is a recording camera that is recording the torture and relaying it via satellite waves directly to this television set. Do not worry about the specifics. I can assure you that there is no magic involved whatsoever. However, if you are so frightened by magic, why did you summon a Demon?"
"Because I hate Eoin more than I fear magic. S-so… This really has no magic?" Lillian asked suspiciously. Sebastian nodded elegantly. "None, Milady… Let us go back to your home. The boss will keep for six days. He cannot go anywhere."
"Good. Now come on! We'll go back to my place… I'd at least like to live the last six days of my life in comfort. Are you still bound to serve me, Aedyn?" Lillian asked. Ciel nodded.
"Until I take Milady's soul, she is my mistress.
Does Milady have any last wishes she wants granted?" Ciel asked. Even Sebastian had to admit that Ciel was doing a good job playing the servant.
"Yes. I want to have a pleasant last few days on this earth. And you will see that I do."
"Bard… You're being awfully mysterious tonight, you are! You cooked all this great food and put on some nice clothes… Broke into the Young Master's wine cellar and took some wine… I'm a little suspicious, yes I am…" Maylene said, nervous about what all this meant.
"Well, Maylene… I only wanted to make this night special for you and for me…" Bard said in his supremely confident tone.
"Why? What is today?"
"Well, it's been a month since we first started dating… We've gone on three dates already… This'll be the fourth, it will." Bard said proudly, bringing out one more dish and setting it down.
"You look beautiful tonight, by the way… That dress suits you perfectly, it does…"
"Th-thank you… I've never thought I looked good in dresses… I occasionally wore dresses as an assassin so that I could blend in, I did… But they're hard to run in…"
"Well you ain't supposed to run in a dress… Jus' sit down. I told Finny to escort Lady Elizabeth for the evenin', I did… So we got the house to ourselves for now…"
"Really? I hope Finny doesn't do anything dangerous, I do…" Maylene muttered nervously.
"Yeah… I do too. They'll probably be fine. Finny's getting better at controlling his strength. Now, please sit…"
Maylene sat down across from Bard, staring at him, wondering what had gotten into his head. She was flattered that he had gone to so much trouble to celebrate their one month anniversary. But it seemed like a waste. She was never really anything that special. Certainly the Young Master had seen fit to Cull her and Bard and Finny, but she never really believed that she was worth all this fuss.
"Somethin' wrong, sweetie?" Bard asked, putting down Maylene's plate in front of her, proving that while he wasn't as talented with cooking as Sebastian, he was pretty decent, and he hadn't use the flamethrower this time, so nothing was burned, and the kitchen wasn't destroyed.
"I broke out the fancy wine tonight, I did. I'm sure the Young Master will understand."
"I ain't sure we should count on the Young Master, no I'm not!" Maylene said, sitting down and taking some food.
"Well, Milady, have I helped you enjoy your last few days?" Ciel asked politely, bowing to his new mistress. Even Ciel had to admit the irony of accepting a mistress but claiming that he wouldn't cheat on Lizzie.
"Hmph…"
"Is something wrong, milady?"
"Well, I just sorta wish you were more masculine looking."
"Sorry… I'm told I look exactly like my father when he was younger. Would you like to see a photograph of him?" Ciel said with a laugh, which surprised Sebastian slightly. Typically, he would yell at the person with a vitriol that could shock even a demon
"A what?"
"A photograph. A picture taken by a camera, an older fashioned camera than the last one I saw, but one nonetheless."
"Oh! Of course. You mean a painting!"
"No. A photograph! Where have you been, Milady? It came out in the 1860s. Anyway, here's the photograph." Ciel said, handing her the picture. She looked at it, seeing a younger Ciel, his mother, his father and a blonde haired girl.
"Who is the girl standing next to you?"
"That is Lady Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford, or Lizzie for short. She's my fiancee."
"Wow… She's so beautiful. No wonder you won't date me."
"She is very beautiful. I do love her. But if my watch is right, we really must get back to Eoin. According to Sebastian, he should not only be quite loopy, but also fairly close to death, not only from lack of water, and food, but also from the intense stimulation that he has suffered over the past three days."
"Well, good. He deserves every second of it. I-I need to do one thing first. I-I need to say goodbye to my father. He's been nothing but supportive of me since I returned. And even if I'll never see him again, I need to say my final farewell… A-am I allowed to tell him that I've promised my soul to a Demon?"
"Well, you certainly aren't forbidden from telling him. But, I can't guarantee that he'll believe you. I can try to show him a few parlor tricks if you command me to, milady. But I cannot guarantee that they will convince him."
"We have to try! DADDY!" Lillian shouted. In mere moments, her father was in her room, gasping and panting.
"W-what's wrong, Lillian, sweetie? D-did you have another bad dream!?" He panted. Suddenly, Lillian felt bad for leaving him so abruptly.
"No. I wasn't sleeping, Daddy. I-I need to tell you something. I'm leaving. And if my conjecture is correct, I won't be back." Lillian said, looking like she was about to cry upon realizing the full gravity of the situation.
Ciel had given her the full story. He had told her exactly what would happen. That didn't make it any easier, though.
"W-what? D-did I do something to upset you, sweetie? Whatever it is, just tell me and I'll try to fix it!" Lillian's father said, looking terribly hurt.
"No. It's not that. I've made a deal with a demon that in exchange for my soul, he would assist me in getting revenge on and killing Eoin Pherick. I have avenged myself. Now we have only to finish the job by killing the wretched pig and my s-soul will be his.
It is nothing you've done or haven't done. You've been the best father I could have asked for. But my ice cold, black little heart burned for revenge against the man who so blatantly violated me, and whom I could never ever forgive. I'd like you first to meet my demon. He's a bit on the small side for a demon. So try not to laugh." Lillian said seriously, gesturing toward Ciel.
"Aedyn Crowley? You're the so called demon? I have to say, I was afraid for a moment. But this is just some dark humor, right?"
"Wrong, Mr. Kneale. I am in fact a demon. It is a long story.
"Did you not find my supposed last name odd? Crowley? As in Aleister Crowley, the infamous magician, if he can so be called. Miss Kneale and I chose that name simply because it would be inconvenient to walk around the Isle of Man with my real name."
"Real name?"
"Ciel Phantomhive…" Ciel said, his eyes flashing fluorescent pink with cat slits for pupils."
"Well, young man, Demon or no, I shan't allow you to have my daughter. I shall have to kill you if there is no other way."
"I wouldn't advise it. I shouldn't like to hurt Milady's father." Ciel said with a smirk, flashing razor sharp teeth momentarily. However, in the next moment, Lillian's father assaulted him, and Ciel moved with an alacrity belied by his small frame and flipped Lillian's father over his shoulder and threw him across the room onto Lillian's bed.
"Apologies, sir. I could easily heal any damage you dealt me. But I wouldn't like to waste my time on such. I wish you the best in life and would advise you to remain on the bed until you are certain that we are gone. Sebastian!"
"Yes, My Lord?" Sebastian asked with a polite smile.
"You have the katana to kill Pherick?"
"Yes, My Lord…"
"No. I want to be the one to kill him." Lillian said firmly.
"Yes, Milady. But perhaps you would like to use a weapon more suited to one as petite as yourself?"
"Do not doubt my strength! I will arm wrestle you right now if I must, but don't doubt my strength!"
"I am not underestimating your strength, but a katana is crafted in order to perfectly fit someone according to their height, and gender. In your case, you are both shorter than me and female. And I am a Demon, so my strength is likely ten times that of your own.
I could likely wave a katana around like a toothpick, and Sebastian's strength is hundreds of times mine. If you wish to kill Pherick yourself, might I suggest a wakizashi, or even a tanto. That would be a shortsword or a dagger. A katana would be a longsword, and would look like this. Sebastian, show her."
"This, Milady, is a katana. Feel it for yourself and decide what you wish to use to exact your revenge."
Lillian took the katana and swung it, finding that she had trouble controlling it. She then took the wakizashi and found that it was significantly easier. Then she took the tanto and found that it was really more to her taste.
"If I sacrifice Pherick ritualistically, can you eat his soul as well?"
"Sebastian? Is that possible?"
"I suppose so. But the ritual would have to be perfectly done, and it might attract attention from other powerful Demons." Sebastian said quietly. Lillian waved off this warning.
"I don't care. I want him to suffer."
"Very well. Then you will need a ritual dagger, candles, incense, and other supplies to draw up the ritual circle. I can provide the candles, incense and paint, though blood would make a better circle for a demonic sacrifice." Ciel said, waving his hand, surprising Sebastian with his ingenuity in creating these things.
"You will need to get the ritual dagger on your own."
"Milady, I have been to the Isle of Man before, and I am pretty sure there is an underground shop for demon worshippers that you can get a ritual dagger in." Sebastian said, leading the way to a small and frankly run down shop, which they knocked three times on, rang the doorbell twice and knocked twice more.
After a moment, they heard a click, and the group walked in.
"Good evening…" The smirking and rather obese man said with an oily smile and even greasier hair. "Ah! M-Miss Kneale! H-how is… Y-your father doing?"
"Relax, you greasy piece of shit! I'm here with Sebastian and Aedyn to get demon sacrifice materials." Lillian said dismissively. The man's eyes fell on Sebastian, who smiled politely at the man, wrinkling his nose in disgust at the smell.
"Ah! M-my Lord! I-I never expected to see a real live demon, i-in the flesh! Is this young one also a demon!?" The man asked, tears flooding his eyes and dropping into a deep and obsequious bow.
"There is no need to bow to us. We are not here for you. I was summoned by Miss Lillian and I am fulfilling our contract. We require candles, incense, blood, preferably human blood if you have it, and a ritual dagger." Ciel said sternly. The man nodded and scurried around, getting the supplies and coming back with them in a bag.
"N-no need for His Eminence to pay for these. C-consider it my gift."
"Wait… Y-you really do worship demons, don't you, Máedóc Kermode?" Lillian asked, slightly disgusted. Máedóc nodded vigorously.
"Ugh… Well, thanks, Máedóc.
"I'd say I'll see you again, but in all likelihood, I won't. Oh, my father should be closing in on the Manx Mafia fairly soon. I'd kind of advise you to skip town before then. Because he'll be closing in on more petty criminals such as yourself after that. A fat grease stain like you won't last long in prison."
"Thank you for the advice, Milady. May your sacrifice wield plentiful fruit."
"Eoin! Were you trying to escape on me, you rascal? His eyes are dilated and bloodshot. What's wrong with him?"
"He is merely feeling the effects of the drugs we released into the cave, Milady. Trust me. Even if he did escape the cave, he would not get very far. Milady, Young Master, restrain Mr. Pherick again. I shall draw up the sacrifice circle. Lillian, you must decide to which demon you wish to sacrifice Mr. Pherick."
"Normally, I'd be expected to say that I'll sacrifice him to Aedyn. But gosh darn, you've done so much for me, Mr. Sebastian. I think I'll sacrifice him to you."
"I am very grateful, Miss Kneale." Sebastian said with a polite bow as Ciel and Lillian threw Eoin into the circle and Lillian stood over him, looking down with a ghoulish glare.
"Now, Mr. Pherick, you will truly pay the ultimate price for treating me so abysmally. I believe I will start with your hands. I don't want to kill you right away. Oh, it's alright if he screams, right, Aedyn?"
"Yes, Milady. In fact, the more pain he suffers, the more enjoyment we as demons get from his soul."
"Excellent!" Lillian chirped brightly, stabbing Eoin roughly in the hand and then ripping the barbed dagger out, ripping out a fair amount of muscle as well. Lillian then moved on to Eoin's knees, which she stabbed quite as viciously. She then stabbed his arms in multiple places along with his legs, relishing the screams of agony, seeming almost to take pleasure in them.
As she continued to stab him, she took small, red hot needles and inserted them under Eoin's fingernails, leaving them there and causing him to shriek in agony. She then took a small flenser from Ciel and slowly began to peel skin away from his body with a skill that surprised even Sebastian, who was a skilled torturer.
As she continued the torture over the next few hours, only occasionally using the knife for fear of killing him prematurely. She enjoyed the blood running between her fingers, though.
"That reminds me. Pherick. Wake up, sweetie, don't be dying on me." Lillian whispered sweetly to Eoin and kissing him on the forehead, licking up some of his blood.
"Eoin, sweetie. Which finger would you like me to cut off first? You have to choose. If you don't, I'll choose. But they are going to go."
"Get the fuck off me, you ugly psychotic bitch!" Eoin shouted, spitting in Lillian's face.
"I think I'll cut off the middle finger first. But not the whole thing. Just a little bit at once." Lillian said, squirming in sadistic pleasure.
"Sebastian! Hand me a saw, or some kind of serrated edged weapon!" Lillian commanded. Sebastian bowed and created a small knife with a saw edge, and handed it to Lillian.
"And here we go. I think I'll cut at the joints." Lillian said, licking her lips and beginning to saw, drawing blood, but not taking it off too quickly, wanting to prolong the suffering. He was still screaming, but his screams began to become weaker, and finally, they became little more than mumbles.
"Milady, I would advise you to kill him in the ritual fashion before he dies on his own. He is losing a lot of blood. You did well to make the torture last for five hours. But he is not going to last much longer."
Lillian sighed, but nodded, and took the ritual dagger, which had numerous gutting hooks in it, and drove it into his chest three times before he twitched twice and fell silent and still.
At this, his soul came out of his body and Sebastian sucked it up and sighed in relief as it went into his stomach.
"Very well. Miss Lillian Kneale… You have attained your revenge, and murdered your hated foe. It is now time for me to take your soul. Are there any final wishes you would like granted?"
"I-I still want you to have sex with me. But I'm certain that you won't grant that."
"It isn't that I won't. It is that I can't. I have a fiancée whom I love very much."
"And what chance would an average looking member of the proletariat have against a bourgeoisie girl like Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford, right?"
'That isn't true. You're very pretty. But I have been engaged to Lizzie since I was born. We were engaged to be wed at my birth. That's all. I will kiss you, though, if that would mollify you even slightly… Assuming Sebastian won't open his mouth about it."
"My lips are sealed, Young Master. It is not my business to report the Young Master's indiscretions." Sebastian said with a smug smirk. Ciel flipped Sebastian off, and walked to Lillian, holding her close to him, looking into her eyes, removing his eye patch momentarily and leaning in and kissing her squarely on the lips with a tenderness that surprised Lillian.
She had only ever been kissed roughly by Eoin, who used her solely for sex. There was no tenderness or kindness in his touch or his kiss. And though Lillian had been ruined for marriage, she wanted to feel the warm touch of a man at least once in her life.
"Th-thank you. That felt amazing. I-I'm ready. W-will it hurt? Wait! Can you return my body to my father!?"
"Of course. I will try to make it painless, though I am not certain that I can. Is that your final command, milady?" Ciel asked, laying Lillian down as she nodded sadly and resting her head gently on the cave floor, leaning in and kissing her once more, this time sucking out her soul, leaving her dead to the world.
"Sir. Your daughter and I have completed our contract, she is dead. You may tell anyone you like. But I suspect that few would believe you if you did tell them." Ciel said, handing Mr. Kneale Lillian's body. Mr. Kneale shed a tear, but thanked Ciel and bowed in gratitude before shutting the door.
"Young Master. I am impressed. Normally I would not be. But you have shown remarkable progress as a demon. You willingly took her soul and returned her dead body to her father. We must get back home. I do not trust that the servants have not destroyed the house.