I have decided to post the remaining chapters since I've finished it long ago xD I made a sequel, just type in Laharl101 and I'm sure you'll be able to find my story :D

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Sebastian paced through the dark halls of the mansion, his strides, fast and angry. His face remained stoic and calm as he ventured into the deeper parts of the mansion. He stopped by a door, pulling on his glove and checking his pocket watch before pulling the door open, creaking slightly as he did so.

He stepped into the dim room, lit by the candle's flares, the purple drapes adorning the room.

"I'd expect a knock from you, so disappointing coming from a butler. Tsk Tsk Tsk." A voice called out from the dark, taunting.

"A butler should know better." A woman's voice called out from the same direction, Sebastian jerked his head towards the notions and smirked.

"Hiding in the dark, are you that much of a coward? Claude Faustus...and...," His smirk disappeared before continuing, "Hanna Anafeloz."

"A spider has more than one thread to ensnare a victim." Claude retreated from the dark, polishing his glasses as he did so, the blue haired maid following suit.

"And you...have more than one spider to work with." Sebastian crossed his arms.

"Hearts are hearts no matter how hard or cold, no matter what desire lies within. And is it not the job of us demons to take advantage of those desires hidden deep within?" Claude sat, cross-legged on a fancy chair beside him, his yellow beady eyes twinkling in the dark. A menacing shadow enveloping the room.

"Yes, true...but to use another for one's own wish...truly you are a disgrace to all demons." Sebastian spat out.

"Sheryl Ivoire, 17 years of age. She truly did serve her purpose, believing me that if she wished the Phantomhive Earl to be reborn as a demon, her mother's death wouldn't have been in vain. Desire truly does cloud the mind..." Claude smirked, his finger pushing up his glasses.

"You disgust me, and this is why I hate spiders. Ensnaring evil as if it were a delicious soul. If not for my master then I would have killed you right here, right now...Alas, I have a request from my master. We are bringing back Lady _ tonight, and I assure you that this night would not pass peacefully." Sebastian blew the candles out with a swish of his hand, disappearing once more.

"Hanna...Make sure that the master and Lady _ is seen together by that Phantomhive Earl." Hanna curtsied, before leaving the room.

~Meanwhile~

You looked around the mansion, turning sharply through the corridors. A hand gripped you tightly, making you turn around in surprise.

"Hanna...what are you doing?" You looked over at Hanna, your black dress held in her hands.

"The master requests a final dance with Milady as he ends the ball." You nodded curtly, keeping your death scythe in pocket size, hiding it from her gaze.

"Then, shall we go to your room?" You nodded once more and allowed her to lead you back.

~Let's go to Ciel shall we?~

His eyes darted from person to person, most of which wore masks. A soft annoyed sound escaped his lips as he heard a familiar high-pitched voice.

"Ciel~!" From a distance he could spot a girl, her blonde hair in curly pigtails as she held him captive in a hug.

"Elizabeth, stop that." He pushed her away nonchalantly, sighing as he did so.

"How many times did I tell you Ciel? Lizzy, call me LIZZY." She pouted, the feather on her headdress drooping slightly.

"Fine then, Lizzy, can you pipe down? I'm quite busy at the moment." Ciel leaned on the pillar behind him, but much to his annoyance the blonde pulled his hand, the exact opposite of what he wanted her to do.

"Oh come on Ciel, don't be such a worrywart and enjoy the ball!" Elizabeth pulled him onto the dance floor, leading him into the dance.

"Fine.I'll play along for now." A giggle came from the blonde as Ciel agreed. The dance continued before Claude's voice filled the room, a menacing smirk appeared on his face as he spotted the Phantomhive Earl.

"For the Final Dance, Lady _ _, shall be joining the master in dance." loud claps erupted from the crowd as you went down the staircase, curtsying Alois before taking his hand.

"Alois Trancy..." Ciel's hand gripped his partners hand unconsciously, his eyes turning red as he watched Alois lead you into a slow waltz, the other couples stopping by to watch.

That is where I prove you wrong, Trancy...For the final dance...we shall have 'Danse Macabre'...A dance for _'s heart...and soon...it'll be your death...