The day of the inventor's convention arrives. Ciel begins to prepare himself for the evening ahead of him, as Sebastian sees to it that nothing be ruined. He had always admired the way the young master dressed; making him seem more grown up. He believed that someone in such a powerful stature should always look their best. Though no matter how much he tried to think of him as just a master, small thoughts always struck him regularly. The thought that one day, the master and butler would become one and this journey would not end with the devouring of his soul. "Do I look presentable?" Ciel asked, looking at himself in the mirror. "You do, as you always have, my lord," Sebastian answered. His voice hiding the desire to hold him in such a grip that would show him true feeling. "Ugh! I hate trying to impress these so called nobles," the young Earl exclaimed, "They stick their dreams in everyone's faces hoping to change the world." Ciel struggled to tie his tie in the mirror, though Sebastian was behind him. Sebastian smiled, watching him struggle, once again hesitating with asking for help. "How adorable you are," the demon thought, "Even in your times of anguish, you will continue to stand on your own…"
Night fall began to cover the sky as the young air and his butler arrived at the palace. "Remember Sebastian," Ciel spoke, as they pulled in front of the palace, "You are to see what type of clues you can find from all the guest at this event, including Thomas Edison and Nikola Tesla." "Yes, my lord," Sebastian reassured, "I shall do my very best." They walked into the convention find themselves surrounded by scientists from all over displaying their prototypes and second tries of their inventions. As he was told by Nikola days before, he did not display his product. Yet, he was there, skimming and observing the soon to be competition. "Have you seen anything that gives you inspiration?" Ciel asked, stepping up to Nikola as he was looking over one of the vendors. "Oh me? No… It isn't the same without my team," he spoke. Ciel panned the room to see if there was anyone suspicious that he may have wanted to be looked over. Suddenly, he noticed a large crowd surrounding an older looking gentleman who seemed to be very sophisticated. "Who is that?" he asked. "Oh, that is Thomas Edison." Ciel's eyes widened as he looked over toward them. They seemed so interested in what he had to say. Ciel slowly eased his way across the room and decided that it was time that he introduced himself. As he approached the respected scientist, the crowd seemed to separate and let him through. "Ah, Lord Phantomhive!" Ciel stopped in his tracks. Shock filled his body. He had known who he was without him speaking a word.
"Y-You know who I am?" "Of course, the most noble in all of London besides the Queen herself should be recognized as such." Ciel felt his face heat up and begin to bloom. He had never seen such charm, such open winged kindness from a total stranger before. Someone had finally looked at him, not as a child, but as something close to royalty. After a short conversation, Nikola walked over seeming worried. "Young Earl, may I have a word?" Before Ciel could address him, he was interrupted. "Stay with the life of the party, Lord Phantomhive," Edison spoke, "Don't be caught seen with someone who blends in." Tesla mugged him as he pulled Ciel away. He led him toward the edge of the palace and expressed his concerns. "Who is missing?" he asked. "My very last aid, Richard," Tesla exclaimed, "He was supposed to be here an hour ago. I have no one left after him." "I thought all your aids were killed…" "No, only the five who were here in London," he explained, "Richard traveled to Germany over the week to do some studying in the city of Rome. He just got back today." Ciel passed a look toward Edison, who had seen him looking and smiled. Ciel's insides began to boil. To think, the same person who had recognized him as a respected noble, was in the center of his investigation. "Sebastian…" He called out into the ball room, to find that his butler was standing right behind him. "Yes, my lord." "There is one more aid left. Take me to him." Sebastian smiled. Finally today, he had asked for his help. And though it would go against the contract if he refused, he had truly began to like the fact that he needed him. "Yes, young master…" he answered.
After leaving the convention, Sebastian had taken Ciel to an old abandoned warehouse where people were used to hand stitch clothing which has since been shut down since the invention of the sewing machine. "Where are we?" the young lord asked. "West Hampton, my lord," he spoke, "You ordered me to take you to the last aid, and we shall find him here." The two of them split up within the warehouse, seeking the last aid of Nikola. "How idiotic can I be?" Ciel thought to himself, "To think that Edison had actually paid attention for the person I was and no just digging for information." The search went on for 15mins until finally, Ciel began to get frustrated. "This is hopeless!" Ciel shouted, "It's like trying to find a scientist in an invention convention." It had grown late, and the young Earl became tired. He sat down to have a little rest and think of the bases he had covered. "The aid is here…" he thought to himself, "Sebastian would not bring me to a dead end, just to watch me squirm." He sat for as long as he needed. As he began to stand on his own two feet, he felt a hand cover his face to stop him from screaming. He began to panic and after being introduced to a familiar smell, passed out within seconds.
Ciel had awaken, dazed and full of cottonmouth. He couldn't look around, for he had been blindfolded. "I knew Tesla would bring someone to rescue his aid…." There a voice in the darkness. Someone else was here. He took in a deep breath and let the smell of iron hit his face. "Blood..?" The young lord stayed calm, no need to panic when something is right in front of you. Suddenly, his blindfold was ripped off and he was permitted to see. In front of him, stood an Englishman, not quite American, with a crowbar. Across the room, laid the aid who had been tied up, and Sebastian. "…I didn't know he would send a kid and a butler." "Who are you?" Ciel demanded, "Who sent you?" The gentleman laughed a horrible laugh, one that had indicated the use of tobacco. "As if you are in the position to be asking any types of questions," he countered. Ciel stared at his demonic butler, and smiled on the inside. "You three will soon become the experiment of direct voltage from a wondrous machine," the man spoke while pulling the tarp from a weirdly outlined item in the corner. This machine was mostly metal, covered in bolts and with a turner on the right hand side. "This machine will electrocute anyone the helmet is administered to with over two thousand volts of, what the world shall soon call, electricity," he explained, coming to Ciel and pulling his chair closer to the machine, "And you shall be the sixth subject." "Is this how you killed Tesla's other aids?" Ciel asked, as the man carefully placed a helmet full of wires and which seemed to be connected to the machine on his head, "Why?" "For profit of course," he spoke with a smile, "Can't have everyone coming out with the same idea. Mr. Edison will make millions with his invention. To have some brat, Tesla, come to America and question his way of work? His dream?" The man spat on the ground, landing on Ciel's feet. "It was downright disrespectful. So what's a better way to ensure someone is embarrassed in public over in America? Take their idea and slowly but surely have it become yours and make millions." Ciel looked down at his saliva covered shoe with disgust. He was tired of this game they were being stuck in. The gentleman snatched off the child's eye patch and continued to laugh at him. "I want you to experience this pain, with both eyes open. And don't worry…." He walked over to the machine and began to spin the turner, starting it and giving it power. "…your friends shall soon be with you in the afterlife." Ciel had finally become impatient. "Sebastian…" he called out from over the loud noise of the machine. He had heard him, this tone of voice was familar. He loved the sound of being wanted and needed. "This is an order. Save me and destroy this machine." The man laughed harder. "You really think that butler can do ANYTHING?! Let alone hear?" "On the contrary," spoke a voice from behind him, "I'm not just an ordinary butler." The Englishman slowly turned around, shaking in fear, letting the turner go. His eyes made it around first, to see Sebastian standing behind him. "I am one hell of a butler." With one motion, the butler dug his nails into the man's throat and ripped out his Adam's apple. He dropped and he began to dismantle the machine.
After setting fire to the warehouse and waking the aid, he carried the young master in his arms, once again escaping certain death. "Thank you for saving me," Richard spoke to him, once outside and away from the fire, "I am truly grateful." "I did not save you," Sebastian spoke, "I was merely following my master's orders. I saved him and destroyed the machine. It would've simply been distasteful if I left you in that fire." The young Earl, who once again laid in his arms, had passed out for the moment from all the commotion. In reality, he was still just a child and certain things, he could not handle. The butler had changed his gloves to ensure no blood or oil touched the young master and that he would not get a scolding for being a messy demon butler. "Just to my curiosity…" the butler spoke, as the warehouse acquired maximum fuel and oxygen, resulting in an explosion. Richard stared at the disaster in amazement, he had never seen something like this up close. "….if my master were to have that machine reach its' peak and had been electrocuted, what would have happened?" Richard looked at the butler, and then back to the blaze. "Six thousand volts of pure electricity would've went through his body. As if it were lightning from the sky," he stated, "Providing his size, it would've went to his heart immediately and imploded. He would have surely died on this night." Sebastian looked at the collapsed young child that laid to rest in his arms. "Ay…I see…" He slowly began to walk into the forest and head toward the manor. He smiled as the flame filled the forest with light, guiding him through it without need for a candle. "I was called upon just in time…"
