Ciel looked down at Lizzy. He stuck his hand out to her. "Are you going to help me, my Lady?"
Lizzy's face glowed. "Y-yes!" Lizzy said, accepting his hand while hiccupping. She got up, whipping her eyes, as she ran out the room into the burning light, running down the corridor.
Ciel's face changed into a look of concern, heavily breathing in and out as he tries his hardest to keep running. Sebastian, please don't do something that you might regret!
Sebastian didn't know where he was going; he didn't know what was ahead of him. He just kept running ahead. Even though he was a demon, he felt short of breath. He stopped to rest for a bit. He breathed heavily in and out, reaching his hand to a wall next to him for support.
It is all my fault, I shouldn't have done that to Elizabeth, I shouldn't have done that! Sebastian thought painfully as he pounded on the wall. Raindrops were falling from the dark, night sky. Sebastian didn't care how hard it was raining. He just needed to get away. He pounded on the wall again so hard, he left an indent in the brown bricks.
Wait a second, where exactly am I? Sebastian wondered. He looked up and saw a black coffin leaning against the wall. He stepped back to look at the sign hanging over the door. It was a large purple sign reading "Under taker" with a skull over the sign. "The Undertaker!" He said in surprise. He didn't think he ran off this far from the manor. Had he really been fleeing for that long?
Sebastian put his hand to his chin to try to think of what to do next. He stood in the rain looking down at his shoes while in deep thought. He gasped at a thought that slipped into his mind. Could he really do something like that? Did he really reach the point of doing something like that? Isn't the Undertaker a grim reaper? He must have a death scythe in his possession.
Sebastian took a deep breath and walked into the Undertaker's shop. Inside, the only light source is the light pouring in from the lightning flashing occasionally. There seems to be no sign of the Undertaker. Sebastian closed the door behind him as he made his way inside. He made his way into the darkness and found a door to the back of the shop. Could it really be in there? he wondered.
He creaked the door open slightly and found a single candle illuminating the room. He heard the soft snores of the Undertaker chuckling in his sleep. Sebastian surveyed the room to find any signs of the scythe. He creaked the door shut behind him and quietly started his search for the item he needed. There's a large amount of coffins in the room, not surprising, considering it's an undertaker shop. And it IS the Undertaker, who knows what he's doing in his spare time with those coffins. There are many shelves full of skulls and other morbid knick-knacks.
Something had caught Sebastian's attention. At the corner of the room, there is a rather unusual coffin. It isn't the same size as the others. It's smaller. It's a navy blue color and has the Phantomhive family crest embedded on it. He walked closer to the peculiar coffin. He put his hand on the cool wood. Ah, this must be the coffin the Undertaker said that he had designed for the Young Master.
Suddenly, he heard a slight shuffle and the snores had ceased. Sebastian turned around and saw the Undertaker rise from his seat. Wait, the Undertaker is a wicked man, he wouldn't mind doing this for me, Sebastian thought. The Undertaker looked around the room and spotted the butler dressed in black that's fully drenched.
"Aaaaaah, it's that funny butler! What are you doing here at this time of night?" the Undertaker chuckled. He hadn't taken notice that Sebastian had snuck into the back room of the shop. For a moment, Sebastian didn't know what to say. After a couple seconds, he found his words and took a breath.
"Undertaker, I have a favor I need to ask of you."